Boobs are so kewl. Sometimes I just lay in bed and jiggle em' around. lol And this isn't a sex thing, this is just fun. haha
Here is the link to my Allpoetry account. Enjoy the awesome work I have posted there and comment if you please :P
How Poems are Made by Alice Walker
in order to hold on
I gradually understand
how poems are made.
There is a place the fear must go.
There is a place the choice must...
"mourn the poems"
a page is such a cold place
pen has a sage who delves for inner face truth's
the page entrances with silent mocking
word thought dances just outside the blocking...
I like reading your poems that you send me, if anybody wants to share some of their poetry, I'd be more than happy to read them:-)
Hey! Poetry fans please read my work. I only have 2 poems so far one erotic and one not :) please read and critique
R20;I discover myself in a Competition that is finest recognized for performing the great classical parts, Primarily Mozart, Richard Strauss and The nice German repertoire,R21; he...
Rhythm & Rhyme with Cheese & Wine
Rhythm and rhyme are like aged cheese and fine wine.
One don't flow smooth without the other intertwined.
Though some may think Rhyme is an...
To the Thawing Wind
by Robert Frost
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
One of my favorite poems...
she being Brand
-new; and you
a little stiff i
was careful of her and (having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas...
"this noisy head i live in"
this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
The autumn leaves begin to shed their chlorophyll
Traded to blend in with the pumpkin and the daffodil
And this is how I know
That death is how we grow
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...
"Dear Straight People" has to be one of my favorite slam poems. Check it out on YouTube! :)
Please take a minute to read my poem. It's called The taste of Salt. It's about a woman in an unhappy marriage
And tell me what you think thanks :)
Common bedrooms are reasonably sized, with massive beds, but wardrobe House is proscribed and also the bogs are dated, diminutive and reduced on facilities. A few rooms include...
I still own my bench in the old town park. Our initials are still there as I got close, and I could see they were carved; as the day you place them their. A little weathered and it...
I love you
I have no objection to that love
All the time and in every corner of the earth
But I urge love to come down now from this bus
Temperamental alley with no outlet
like a ball of clay the world shaped her
into what they wanted to see
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
she will never be
But she will wear her smile like
her crown and let...
Alas, here I am in my pointed shoes and my garish robes
A jester I be
But a fool
But a clown
The makeup hides my face
And my act is far from over
As I dance about the...
Futures and Fears -
I don't profess a curse,
I profess the truth
Karma isn't a joke and
isn't always bad
No one leaves this earth
without good fortune
No one leaves without their...
My life has always been surrounded by beautiful words and potential phrases I could write in my next story or piece of poetry. Writing has always been my happiness and my way of...
One beautiful masterpiece was created by the most ugliest of situations
I held you in my womb
I fell deeply in love, pure love
I will never stop protecting you
Tears were shed...
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's...
Ballad of Felicity Rose
And they laughed as he came into town,
Hair too long, and clothes long worn,
“His eyes ain't right,” whispered one.
“Best warn the others,” a...
Sometimes I wish to wake up to be a different person, to not see my face or hear my voice to lead a better life of my choice?
To wonder what rain sounds like to Another...
It was the way she walked.
As if dancing like treetops swayed. Her toes curl when she walks up the steps. Her body as intricate as fingertips. Skin left untouched.
I wanted her...
(this is one of the trailers for the new book)HOPE© 2014 Rebecca E. GrantLike the blank page of a secret diarywhose youthful owner has yetto know ripe,Urgent passion&hellip...
"up the graveyard road"
fragile heart she lay ruptured in my lounge chair
grey faced i mumble a few parting words over her
before i lay out the finest bone china
all the makings...
We would like to seem strange or different for show but that's just natural law. As I wait in the airport ready to fly my consciousness raises to the point of acension...
if you call it that :')
Imagine Yourself ~
No one wants you
You're lonely, unwanted
Like an unpaired shoe
The feelings inside you
What they don't know
Who am I?
Where am I from?
Just like everyone else
What they don't know
The creatures that haunt
The voices that scream
The nails that stab
From the outside
-you have your own gravity
-some kind of magnetic pull
- that sucks me in and traps me
- orbiting your body as if you were my sun and with out you
- I would die.
- so I twist...
~Best of Both Worlds~
This world is full of demons, but angels just a few
Who either fight, for your soul, or just look after you
You may not see them, while they are hiding...