Bruised and Bare - you dont call you dont write.
im beginning to think were are playing pretend.
im holding so very tight
to the messages you send
wont admit to myself just yet...
One Of My Favorite Poems... - No, not i by Bria
Pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..
about whether love is humane
The torn vessel
Yesturday was a good day, the calm before the storm, but here we are right now in the sea that's roaring on.
In the sea of grey with a batterd...
The Lamb By William Blake - Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of...
1000 feet under.
The deep royal blue waves lapped lapped lapped, agaist the sky like white of my boat.
The storms long gone around this wondourus place yet...
One turns to two
Two turns to four
The cuts start adding up
More and more
She doesn't know what to do
She has no idea what to say
All she can do
Is hope they don't notice the next...
"I will eat the prettiest flowers
and drink only rose water
I will snack on dandelions
and count the calories
They say you are
what you eat
I just want to be
beautiful for once"
Can anyone help me with this?
Looking Forward..... - In this moment I don't feel able to write my own stories, but I would like to share a poem that means a lot to me and gave me the strength to look forward...
"Would you trade
a solid foundation
for crooked walls
filled with broken windows?
You can have safe words
with tired promises
or you can have poetry,
in autumn i found a boy
who asked me to cut my hair
and said 'i love you'
only after sex and six shots
i sipped tea and told my friends about him
they said 'if you're happy' and...
"The Type" by: Sarah Kay ❤
If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
You can let them look at you.
But do not mistake eyes for hands,
Or windows for mirrors.
Soft and silky you cross round my neck
You smell like tinted rum
your color makes me worried
for I cannot run
hold me down
Yet your warmth is
Some things are hard,
Some things are easy.
Some things will make you cry,
Some things will make you laugh.
Sometimes you'll want to die,
Sometimes you'll be happy you're alive...
THE PERFECT REACTIONARY
( Hughes Mearns)
As I was sitting in my chair
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
Nor the legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.
The Wind - Will not justify the notion that all must be seen.
Do not cling to my lifeless body when I am gone.
Treat me with respect while I am here,
For what good is your...
The ghostly man
Where was I, I asked my brain?
I tell u to hunt through my memories,
Was I on the street? Yes! In the rain!
Now I know I can begin, so let's...
Society - No one can truly be equal,
Why project your insecurities on other people,
No sympathy for the minds of the feeble,
As they finally put down their pipes and needles...
My grandmother left me a library, and it contained book of all different kinds.
One book I found was a collection of poems by Carl Sandburg. I opened it, and found, what I think...
The Endless Cycle - The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours,
Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors,
Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my...
“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad...
Strength Of Love Children's Poetry Book - here is the cover to my children's book I hope u like it!
If you would like a copy let me know an I will order $15.00 - $20.00 w...
Heartless Mercy - dont like what youve done to me
the promises you made.
im caught up in a game of tag
you are a masqurade.
if only i can break myself from you
and finally get...
Slow Dance - Slow Dance
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem Please pass it on.
This poem was...
So here is something I wrote when I was in deep pain. What do ya think?
Moment in Time.
this is a moment caught in time
no one to look too
no place to hide
left all my treasures...
my favourite eye colour is your eye colour,and my favourite height is your height, and my favourite weight is your weight, my favourite hands are your hands, my favourite knees are...
People seem to like this soulless eye..
It sees into their secret self...
Provides a reflection...
Makes them superheroes...
Gods and goddesses ...
It's sees past...
A Day In The Life Of A Male Escort - Another day,another dollar
Another scream,another hollar
Another ***** hitched to her collar
Sometimes I wish that I were "smaller"
I'm so fly...
"I would rather fall in love with the tragically ignored than the easily accepted"
Because I Could Not Stop For Death,
He Kindly Stopped For Me,
The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves,
Rain Song - I didn't for a long time enjoy poetry. I liked it when I saw something that resonated, but it wasn't until recently that I became enamored with it - seeking out new...
In Waiting - i use to love you
but the love is gone
though nothing remains
i cant move on
you never loved me
though you claim you do
but love doesnt break
and try hard to...
Ghost breath, whispers
Wakening me in the night
Ghost fingers follow a path
Lightly over warming flesh
Ghost breath flowing in, around...
Soul Of A Clown - I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
Touch Me... -
in secret places no one has reached before,
in silent places where words only interfere,
in sad places where only whispering makes sense …
"Body of a Woman" by Pablo Neruda - Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
Self Corrective Righteousness - If I begged this world a death,
A hundred hopes of dread...
Would my faith be held,
In hands of Greed and blasphemy...
Spoken with fables from the...
Poems speak the words that we are too frighten to say. The can express love, pain, war, anything. If you write good poems, let me know, I'd love to read them
Masks of Guilt to Hide Faces of Joy - A mask
a mask of guilt to hide the blame
to look into eyes of the sane
and tell them your sorry...
A Poem For Thought - The Tiger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies...
The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes - And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road...
Poem #11 Family Photos - Granddad and Rosie
Grandad and Rosie
never did like each other,
but Grandma loved them both.
From the day Fred Jr.
brought her home
and introduced her
So this girl I know had a poem published in our school newspaper, and it's REALLY good, and decided I should share it with everyone on here.
The Truth Behind the Lies
~Moonlight On The Bay~
Beside the rustic harbor stands a lighthouse on a hill
It keeps a watchful vigil o’er the waters deep and still
At night the harbor waters shine almost as...
Check out Miles Hodges. He's great.
Once up on a time you were a dream
That followed me
A god, a knight my lover
Once upon a time you were a nightmare
I was afraid to sleep
A monster, a demon, my...
William Wordsworth's Daffodills - I have for a very long time been an admirer of Poetry,this classic by William Wordsworth must be one of the few all time classics.What draws me to...
The never ending storm
This storm is still being sailed, never ending is she, with white waters and gale force winds neather is there a lull. It...
I have caught attention, bright and center...I am in the eyesight of her majesty, the Queen Devil...ascending from a shameful grace...she catapults and encases me like a mouse in a...
Lucia M. and James L. Hymes, Jr.
Who wasn't so wise...
Robert Frost Poem - Nature's first green is gold-
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf a flower...
But only so an hour-
Then leaf subsides to leaf-
So Eden sank in grief-
Three things which inspire the poet :
*** An eye to see the world with brightness
*** A heart which smells with sincerity
*** And the courage to return it loyally.
Broken. - That darkness
Where my mind roams
After the light of my phone dies
Where all my fantasy’s are twisted
By the pain of your betrayal and lies
I wonder what happened