"All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream" I have this quote tattooed on my arm, and it never fails to bedazzle me. Edgar Allan Poe is definitely an amazing poet and...
"I became insane, With long intervals of horrible sanity" ~ Edgar Allan Poe
I like all of his work but Tell Tale Heart is and always will be my favorite.
I'm usually pretty good at poetry, but I haven't written in years and I kinda lost my touch.
We have to write a poem in English, though, and I've been stuck these past few days. I...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
hey there... i write poems though am not a poet , but I think am pretty good that's what everyone tell me .. hmm I'd like to share some of my poems with you .. but i want 5 readers...
Write poetry has helped me process a lot of my feelings that I tend to suppress, especially since I'm more of an introvert. One of my favorite poems I wrote so far about a guy I...
Coniatore (A Pound of Flesh)
I've sung women on two continents,
but it's all meat,
and so I'll sing of the wind.
Hair, breasts, hips, and the year flies,
hanging upon the...
I just want to share this poem made by someone who cheer me up during my heartbreak. Thank you Lew :)
When a day I hear your voice
I have some special feeling
Let me always think...
Reprise on Time
Time comes in to take from all
the strangeness of its passing
with the songs of our deceivers,
or the wind and its believers,
but there's something treading...
This is the poem I wrote a few months ago:
Trapped in silence
Afraid to step away
Trying to be brave,
But, losing against your grave
Kept looking back into the Past
a mound there was at village square,
and many asked, "who's buried there?"
and like my father long since dead,
when my turn came I sagely said,
"a horse there is long...
where is the postcard sales(we laughed at)man?
caught in the shade hamburg awning his shadow stays
where it stood;
the day passes on its way, where?
where is the...
I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative
(An alliterative poem based on a life that could have been more.)
My life of unlived potential..
This double-edged sword.
born strong as any angel
I write poetry because it helps me deal with stress in my life. It is a way to collect my thoughts and put them into a structure that I can then come to better understand . It is...
India-----Today ,while crossing the road,I look at the cars rushing by,The signal turns red,I along with others run to the other side.I watch the buses passing and the crowds of...
I'm reaching for you God
with everything that is within me
Knowing so well my weakness
yet I strive to be the best I can be
To be your servant is my one and only hearts desire
Does it ever bother you just how unpoetic songs are these days? Like, I mean, seriously: people decided that putting 5th grade-quality drivel on top of the glorious, swelling...
You gross me out
You lied to so many
You got multiple innocent and kind people
To fall in love with you
At the same time
Who do you think you are
Using everyone you come in contact...
Owner of a Losing Hand
When the cards have been dealt,
There's nothing left to for a guy to do,
Deep breaths, what's done is done,
It's time to bully up, or cut 'n run.
- today is a two-for:
For Want of a Wordsmith
For want of a wordsmith I scribe these lines
Searching for reason in rhythm and rhyme
Baring my soul for all who might see
The moment I met you, my eyes filled with stars, my heart with joy.
The moment I woke, it was you... to my very last trail of thought in the night.
Everything felt surreal, like...
the delta'd swallows, tailed,
trail off in darkness, sail
arc-like in the night air;
cutting through the wind, their
feathers oiled and shining
for the moon, after the...
rugged land of rock, cradled between seas
in a shock of snow, rivers burn like ice
down through the valleys where shadows suffice
to feed the soil, force oil from fallen...
Our lives are written in our souls, given promises we shouldn't ever let go,
give peace at mind so do our hearts,
let life be its own work of art,
cherish the moments of your...
When we were boys, in the constant
rattle and noise of Lakeside Park,
we squandered on a lark ten times the money
we made from tourists, spent our summer days...
If there were words I would use them....
If there were ways I would walk them
If this time was ours....
You move in me like unstoppable energy of life......
You....the me that...
the curve of her lip
mixes with the line of her brow
like winter snow
a drift across the
road and over the cornfield
curves like her round hip
trace of enamel
night comes and Yola
and Tara in a
the curves and planes
of the night air.
lights cross in darkness
of the white...
danger for the man who plays with fire,
crosses angels, plays as children play,
weeping from the flames of his desire,
knowing not of love but love entire,
My heart it wants to stay but my mind will not obey,
And so I stand at the mirror all night and all day,
Wondering if anyone would care if I am not here the next day.