I don't claim to be a poet, though I sometimes write poetry, albeit poorly. I write what happens to be in, or pouring from, my heart and soul. This is for, to, and about, my best...
I know this might seem obvious already, but I love poetry. It's one of the few forms of writing that I enjoy writing over reading. I used to do it as a kid, write out little rhymes...
I never used to like poetry but when my mentor sat me down about how I can experience new things to find my true talent, I gave in. So I stumbled across the first poem I ever wrote...
I usually don't like poetry because people who write it sounds stupid to me sometimes. Saying **** like "the wind was just an echo from my soul" that kinda poetry ****** me off...
the water ran and the steam raised
she lifted her little, dark hand to the edge
there she stared and gurggled
there was "Used to be"
unseen for months
the women with...
Used to be full of smiles
Used to be filled with family
Doesn't mean much to most
It means the most to her family
We all remember her...
I don't know who I am now
I lost myself somewhere in the dark
There is no light, no shining star
I'm lost somewhere deep in hell
I never wanted my dreams to be the truth...
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...
Reflecting on Summer
i'm sitting among the tangled roots of an old mountain pine….its trunk serves me well as a backrest as i look out over the cliff watching a mountain stream...
This is a terrible poem, but i guess its quality matches how i feel right now.
What I Found out.
He doesnt love me
And he never did.
He loves games
Our life’s events are written down
In the Journals of our mind.
We write about the loves we’ve lost
And those we hope to find.
We write about our hopes and fears
i meet friends here and there..
they come and go
and leave me with cherished moments and memories
that i keep close to my heart at all times,
especially tough times...
Where I'm From.
I am from imagination, from implosions and explosions of thoughts and ideas.
I am from the universe, infinite, unfashionable.
There is stardust falling through my...
The knight stares at the castle from afar
Wondering if she's still within
His eye twinkles as though it were a star
Streaks his face and drips from his chin
Fallen, he raises his...
I don't have anything special to offer.
Hoping you find happiness.
Love you forever honey!
No matter what!
I ask that I'm left without the sight of you.
Because I must focus...
I have often wondered
what I am to become
I have tried many things
none work for me, but some
how can life be so haneous?
my heart be to a different drum
Breaking My Bad:
A world of hurt surrounds me,
but I no longer feel its pain,
my words in composition struggle to feed my brain.
Why is it I...
I love poetry ways to get my message across and be creative
Shout out to my cheesy poetry
I think of you nearly every night
I picture our hands intertwined
And you lips meeting mine
I picture of the places we'll go
by A. Leek
I decided that it's about time to just focus on me. To love myself unconditionally. I've not only neglected but I have been so abusive to myself. I have put...
To me, writing poetry is a way of creating beauty from all that is dark in this world.
Lately, I've fallen in love with the form known as haiku. I've not written poetry in over 20 years, but sometimes I want to start again. So, here goes.
I found her at dawn.
my poetry emerges not from purity
but from touching the imperfections
I love writing. Poetry it is fun and exciting I can become whomever I want I be when writing I can make life amplified and dream of thugs unseen :) come and be free with me
For Colored Girls .
she was the color of
when the sky greets the moon,
so they assumed
she must be irrational ,
in fact they kept an arsenal
of preconcieved dispositions,
Decided to write a rap... I don't even like rap that much...
The night is tired
of the need to sleep
it walks naked
in a dream too deep
love is shared
for the shadows to keep
and the moon never dared
so let the silence weep
Opening the deep
I don’t like it all
Connecting too much
Prefer feeling small
Small has no obligations
Easily grounded and calm
Like liquid libations
The worlds in my palm...
I dream a dream of a wondrous place, but it is neither here nor there.
It is but only a dream, one in which can not be attained.
The perfect exit, the perfect plan, to enter a...
Not really, but this is what I came up with in maths class today;
You burn holes in my head every time your words crawl their way into my skull
And I'm sorry for being so quiet...
Lapin sauté deux fois
do you know what it tastes
like? It's a slow fire that burns
under the pan as the bitter whine
simmers with butter on the surface.