Poetry is good
Poetry is fun
I like writing poetry
But I'm not very good at it
Du Narcisse Exaucé
What makes a poet, anyways?
The drunken metaphors
That catch us off guard
In the sobriety of the day?
Or the sudden insights
Taking our sanity
I'm a poet from Leeds and I want to be heard so you better hear me LOUD and CLEAR, I ain't leaving till my emotions are put into words like I'm riding a bike or flying a kite when...
My previous poems are old. This is my latest one:
The pad is my canvas and my pen is a brush I'm painting my words and my emotions some call it a master piece, I'm pleased with...
I sufficate you like a fire without oxygen,
Yet I am as gentle as a mother is toward her baby.
And when your body goes limp I will feel guilt.
For you have done the same to...
It's a short poem called 'Who am I?'
I look in the mirror and see myself an Asian British walking these lands creating a sub-culture in a foreign land, unsure of my mother tongue...
This poem reflects how I once felt.
You see the boy standing and talking laughing like his life is perfect. Little did you know he felt so alone he tried to end it nobody to...
The starting of a poem I'm writing titled Radium Eyez
The feeling of finding someone just like you, deep down in their soul they can feel it to. that look in their eyes sets a...
I like poetry
Sometimes it rhymes
But it never makes sense
This poem is called "Hi"
When I saw you I said "hi"
You said "pardon?"
I said "hi" again
You said "oh hi"
You walked away
I wanted to say something else
But I couldn't think of...
I have written a poem ...
Give me hope
I can't cope
I'm so worried
Never know what's gonna happen
Don't really feel like clapping
Can't let out my feelings...
Hey, for those of you who like dark poetry and art it would be great if you checked out my work and told me what you think.
Here's a poem that came up last night. I named it "This Time"..here goes..."The last time we met/Was a day of soothing summer rain/Of last smiles, unknown last words,/That itched...
I been writhing book now for the last 5 years I think poetry is the best way to let a women to the real u
This is a poem about something
It's really about nothing
But nothing is something
There is no nothing
It's about something
A poem I wrote. Criticism appreciated.
Some say they would
Swim through an ocean,
Even pull in a star
To show their love
But I cannot
Or assortment of 26 letters...
"What is Important in your Life?" (A response)
Let's take a minute to be profound
'Cause life can be dreary when we're bound
We surround ourselves with a loud noise
We take it...
Hey everyone! I write a poetry blog! Check it out: www.punkprockpericaliya.wordpress.com
Its a Messed up world, A messed up place, everybody judged by their messed up face.
Messed up dreams, messed up life, A messed up Kid with a messed up knife.
Messed up moms and...
I love the emotions poems put out there
You looked at me
From across the room
My heart melted
Some cheeses don't really melt
she lay wreathed only in sunlights warm glow
loose strands of her long red straight hair flowed
like bountiful silken ribbons
of silent beauty's fire
I like clouds
I love how they make random shapes
I once saw one
That looked like a muffin
I hope it was blueberry
But it wasn't
I think it was a savoury one
Like cheese and chives...
"like the lovers of ancient world"
the long day done at long last
watching as the sun sails into night
watching as the street folds up its day faces
the ones of good cheer...
her tender thoughts
meant to ease my mind
only obscured what was already hard to see
but her kindness was not lost on me
an angel of the mercy
she held back the...
I feel the fishing fleet come in all afternoon
And feel the want of going out with them again come morn
keeps me up and in the wharf-side bar all night...
It was with a heavy heart
I came to find
your innocence to be
another victim of time,
a casualty to the sickness
I couldn't shield you from this battle
I was too...
Body like a ghost,
No one to see me,
Walls up! x
"Dripping From Sweet Dreams"
A magnificent fireplace screen
Naked in the hearth of brick home,
Though chapped lips cheapen the ribbons
Of every color woven through her dome...
She was once that warmth; That wonderful, gentle warmth.
Like a balm to the weary.
The warmth that chased away the cold.
She was my warmth...
She looked amazing
She had pale skin
I said " you look like a beautiful corpse"
I called her the next day
She didn't call back
All I can do is lie down alone,
Thinking of the place I once called my home.
For there are people that told me I didn't belong.
We had fights that would last hours,
I guess the spell was cast,
Hoping for good,
Destined to last.
Just as it should.
But bad things came,
Built upon shame,
Ugly it shows.
For now it is lost...
An ode to the little red L.E.D on my telly box.
"Oh hello you little light of red,
When you appear I know
It's time to lay my head.
The bigger lights that move are gone