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 write poetry because it helps me deal with stress in my life. It is a way to collect my thoughts and put them into a structure that I can then come to better understand . It is...
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...
Purge me like you do your food.
Emit me as the avalanche of fear,
the very sand that slips through your glassy lips.
Control is dispersing.
Can you feel it?
One more day:
Tonight the stars mock my life
Tonight I see with eye's unfilled, unfiltered.
To deny what is in front of me?
Forget the pain remember the past,
I feel the shame.
Tarnished we be, souls locked and lost.
Hated it seems, the actions of our flesh.
Together for one moment, the agony burns.
Alone we walk, we split down separate...
Place de carrousel
So, I'm too small to fit in the shopping mall carousel's steampunk rocket ship.
I found this out the hard way.
I ended up doing some counting as I didn't quite...