BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
It's all I do. My day is consumed my writing poems. Poetry is my language. Just wish I had someone to converse with with.
Let me see, I think I wrote this either in 2010 or 2011. The first poem I wrote about a crush
I don’t know how to say this,
The words floating through my mind.
There’s a window in my head
That only I can see
It is the gate way to my fantasy
There I am a hero, master and king
I am capable of doing anything
When I dwell there the world...
Terry Jacks wrote/sang "we skinned our hearts and skinned our knees." In that vein, and in light of my past stories, here's a poem based on my most recent experience -- falling off...
Here's a quick poem I wrote while at a camp this summer to help explain why the camp's primary rule was no horseplay.
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Playing with horses isn't a day at the races;
I love to write poems...........
I hate this town,
I hate this city,
Let's go somewhere,
Where none can find me.
But i will keep you with me,
Come fly with me,
I'll keep you happy,
And we will be free.
Here is a poem I did awhile back, hope yah like:
What will I do?
The fear is gripping my soul
I am lost in a sea of crashing waves hitting my back
The world is pouring its doubts...
Like a dark night I felt him rescue me from this doom I'm suffering
For a second I felt safe like my difficult project was done
And a knew future would begin
If I could have that...
Sometimes I just feel like writing 😊
Seeping cracks muttered a chant,
Spewing vile in words as they rant,
Chattering razor blades slither through blood,
Decaying planet rock...
Here's something from days gone by that I keep coming back to without hesitation or knowing I do it:
No time now you stupid fool
For pathetic attempts at soul connections
The tragdy of the situation is as follows
For when I sit amongst the rest of you I freak out
Not myself I wander trying to find answers
I bump into a few that have watched my...
We used to be so close.
You used to hold me like
a little boy who had just found
the fastest HotWheels car at Walmart.
Do you remember me
the way I...
You don't know the times I've been in tears over you. And I'm not blaming you for my upset but I'm blaming my brain.
You see he twists things, he twists reality into a horror, and...
As the sun sets,
Our dreams of today fade,
We dream of a sunset, as perfect as us right now
Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.
I run one hand up her long neck
UnicornThe radiant beauty so magical and pureThe light that shines from tip of hornYet for beauty you sufferHaving to hide in shadowsAway from those who steal the pureScared to...
My reality, hemmed up in a place of my own doing,
By societies unjust rules and judged by someone no better than me.
Taking one day at a time in a place that is...
Daddy it hurts, I feel alone,
I got scared when you came home,
Mamma took the needle today,
Fell on the couch when you were on your way,
The house is burning with dirty hands...
The garden of thought.Gentle breeze stirs mists of timePeeling away the murky greySeeds blown in silent flightParatroop through airDrifting onto fertile groundNever forgettingIn...
'A message from a stranger'
The taxi driver stopped outside the house on Roseneath
He waited patiently
A quiet lady entered the cab
He couldn't see her clearly she seemed...
She gets meFirst over her lipsThen mixed in the red wineHer shiny blue dressShe gets meAs a river down her breastsA little splash by her kneesA wading pool at her feetShe getsAll...
Pawing at closed doors..
Waiting for release
Those God doors -
he opens and closes
Am I done yet?
Gained through the pain
I still praise your name
faithful to your name
Your almost dead.
You can't stay sane
Slow and Deep
The Abyssal Plain.into the inky blackness she fallswhere facets of aspects of thoughtare buried by dark sands of timeeach grain cut as crystalwhere covert dreams crawl deeper...
Late in the day, sun hangin' low
Nothin's movin' an' nary a sound
Breathin' slow, my eye's kept closed
Waitin', an' I'm waitin' for the rain.
There's a woman, a woman...
These may be my last words and I want them to mean something to a special somebody when these are spoken. I don't want to leave right now but I guess its my time to say my goodbyes...
The Liberation of Paris (Robert Doisneau 1944 - see picture)It may be the liberation of Paris in 44,But to me it is the liberation of you,Though it may not appear that way.I pole...
Sometimes we live this lie,
That we think we'll manage through.
We tell ourselves it'll get better,
But does it really?
We go by each day of our lives hoping to find some sort of...
Little cat with a hat... (Robert Doisneau photo)
I am a cat with a hat, but I think I'm a horse,
I have little animal syndrome, to compensate of course,
But I am fierce and full...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much
Let me avow
You are not wrong
That my life has been a dream
Yet, if hope has flown away
In a night...
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, Read by Vincent Price
Edgar Allen Poe, The Addams Family, Tim Burton, anything dark and grim and scary. In person I'm happy and bubbly and personable, but I love anything and everything macabre. I guess...