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...
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'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...
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...
You missed me when you left
In the middle of the night
You missed my friendly jest
And my eyes shining so bright
Remember those times
When you cooked me a...
all my poetry is about people i fall in love with and things ive never done
I've been loved, but never loved.
I have seen, but have never been seen.
I've never been heard, but have called.
I've followed close behind, but never noticed.
I've grinned, but it...
it's so peaceful, almost like a game of charades, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, hear with your eyes, yet see with your ears,
it's so peaceful, silent, beautiful...
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
But there is someone...
Once a same age girl when I was an 11 yo boy...
Later a teen, a young woman, a lady by those days...
Who follow me on my dreams...
Always there, never at...
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...
Lady of Grace
My lady of grace,
She weeps by the window,
She cries for him,
She sighs for him,
My lady of grace,
She weeps by the window,
She was strong for him,
She longs for him...
How I Feel
I was told that I could be anything
The "anything" I chose was nothing
I am wasted life and wasted intelligence
To all around me, I am a hindrance.
I take, never give...
I was once a bud
In the darkness of night...
But forgotten are those days
I am now a flower
Not by mortal flesh
Nor by glint of eye
Rather time and turn of phrase
Our spirits to aspire
inner light at the moment of truth
Gripping, gliding, exploding
milky magma screaming, begging to blame
pushing its way
into the summoning darkness
seeking the source...