I have not written much poetry. I did write the following poem some time ago. It was published in a poetry anthology.Legacy Of WarriorsHe stands with trembling lipsAnd shaking...
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Sometimes I can barely write
Usually on days when me and my family fight
I spit all my venom at them vocally
And now I have none left for this dark poetry
They always say "there's...
I'm a poet and photographer; here is one of my poems on one of my photos!
My mortal it's instrument.
It plays out through the etchings of my soul as written words so un worthy to the emotion it expresses so beautifully. My hand is merely the...
i love poetry, but its difficult to write about amazing things than it is to write about depressing things
Kinda ironic... Never been in love, but I just love romanticism. Romance is my passion when writing poetry or stories... Idk if I really like romance in real life because I have...
Whoever Brought Me Here
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I&rsquo...
Looking up at the dark night sky
I'm suddenly filled with an earthly high. I realize that the stars are amazing just has to be the reason why l can't stop gazing. Not too many raw...
If you touch her again...:
Touch her again,I'll break your hands
Hurt her again and i'll make you cry
Touch her again, I'll break your hands
Hurt her again and i'll make you...
A flower is Mother Nature’s ‘tap on the shoulder’ to stop and look … A poem is an author’s ‘tap on the shoulder’ to find the flowers....
Release You, Me
Make a space
For your body
In this room
Dreams of blushing kind
Pin me against it.
Do not be gentle
Living in a world where reality no longer makes any sense,
Justice and truth now taking offense,
What wickedness this way comes,
Laughing in your face and throwing you a few...
Death will find you,
encroached in the most sinister of dreams.
Clawed, bloody chest marks.
Mutilated baby dolls,
Through the clouds I saw.
The fall made me forget
Where I was to fit
The things left to do
Are not for me to prove
There is still so much to be
Expectation limits me