I love to write poetry it's my way of expressing myself <3
~Short & Sweet~
I write poetry...
Oh yes I do
& to the world my thoughts, I love to spew
a poet, discovered, myself, who knew
it wasn't always, like it is now
words pouring out...
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...
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...
This is the rough-draft notes of a poem from the stream of conscious of my oldest kid, he's 11 and autistic. It can only be an attempt to understand his flow of thoughts and...
Where is my daddy
Why isn't he here
It's not that he didn't want to be
It's not that he didn't care
Someone took his life
Before he seen mine
Maybe if my dad was here
The empty cup
There is a gilded tea cup
That sits on a benchtop bare
It is covered in pink rose vines
Loved by the one who placed it there
Beneath the rim there is a strain
There was this girl, i used to talk to
So far away now, That I could not walk to
See her face, her smile, or tears
She could have been mine throughout the years
I wrote this for you Wyesman.. lol
Is this poetry, or something else
I once was told, but have forgot myself
If you think that it, all has to rhyme
Go read the...
No matter how far apart it was for you and I
We always made sure that we would see the same night sky
We would look up above, staring into the twilight
Believing that together our...
This is a sonnet, as requested by my former English teacher, Mr McCabe, for my poems tend to be quite long.
I give you my heart,
Is what the gift said,
I used to hear your voice echoing in my ears
Even late at night
And I could taste you on the tip of my tongue
Sometimes you were bitter
Your fingerprints stained across the surface...
Life of Toilet Paper
My life started out from a cottonwood tree.
I was cut down and chip up into small pieces.
You had me shipped to a paper mill.
I was then dumped into a big...
Remember the girl, the girl you would see
Did you think for the second it would be me
The pretty young flower just waiting to bloom
She had become the servant of moon
http://youtu.be/SV8tKxPbLAcThe Power in One FingerA finger pointed toward the skyAnd said the biggest word ever.In Italian it said “look” or “behold”Or...
Sipping from a cup
"Sylvie" written on the side
Raising up my glass
My face behind it hides
For once in my life
The ashes have been burned
A wrecking ball comes through
Sometimes I'd like to believe my heart was white when you found it.
A clean slate, unmarked and new.
Or a masterpiece waiting to be created.
You see my heart used to be black...
I tell myself it's a new day
So yesterday could go away
I'm learning now how to let go
So my smile's no longer just a show
And I don't know how long it takes
I'll bend it back...
My professor asked us to write a terrible poem as an exercise to learn about how NOT to write. Gimme your thoughts on this. It's either really terrible, or actually kind of...
correct, and this one time my random poetry turned into a book lol... i believe i'm still the only one who actually love its content after spending some money for it XD
I Am What I Am #2
I am true. I may be a fake smile, but I am real. I have a
real beating heart that loves until it is forced to hate.
I admit that I do hate, even though it is...
follow my poetry instagram l.x.ghtning
I do a lot of freestyle writing that I depict as 'dark poetry' open your minds. Let me know what you think please
----- Interlude: food for thought
It's not always how you...
" why hurt yourself when you can express yourself through poems, wouldnt it be amazing when people gives good respond to your poem? "
That is what i said to myself when i started...
Too many people are in hailing the toxins.Too many sheep are hypnotize & not watchin. Diseases are made to destroy what they can't kill.You gotta pay attention to what's fake...
Semi Finalist in the National Amateur Poetry contest (': wish me luck? (x
The Calligraphy PenThere is a pen I like to usewhen my mind is flying with thoughts of younay...these are the times a pencil just won't donor a Bic, nor a laptop, nor glittery glue...
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...
Seeing past the silver gaze of a certain gale, the wind recognizes truth in it's entirety. Waiting and listening to the hum you realize what you thought was a tsunami wasn't quite...
I write music. Lyrics are poems!
You can listen to my new album here:
I am trying to craft love
But my fingers are broken
My hands are burned
I still smell charred flesh
From when I held her
When she burned too hot
The pen writes
But the ink misses...
A story told of new and old
lives connected, then unfold
a man, a woman, not lovers yet
meeting by fate on the internet.
they share their fantasies as passion builds
I love to write poems...........
When i have to write a song
it will be for you
love of my life
love that gives redemption
love that leave all fear.
When i have to talk about you
I,LL TALK YOU SINCERE