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 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
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...
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...
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
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...
Still I've reached no answer,
For the same old question.
Will I ever be satisfied,
With anything less than perfection?
Can I jump the hurdles,
Of life's imperfect flow?
A ghost in the shadow of dawn
The space between the darkness and light
Consciousness descending to take corporeal form.
A stranger looking back from a distorted reflection.
The sand fills in between my toes with every step, as the white noise of the breakers levitate my soul. The seagulls shriek their song as the sun bleeds orange and red into the low...
No space to breathe
Closing off my views
Pain swells up...
The pain will not go away,
To find a release–
Is what I need.
A way to bring myself back to reality,
Distorted images of confusion and chaos.
The past blurred with the tears...
I drank from your wine of lies
A sip from a cursed cup of false paradise
I'm intoxicated with a bitterness,
Left with nothing
The aftertaste of emptiness
I basked in pure...
I feel so broken
Alone and forgetten
Why doesn't anybody want me
They just see right through me
Trying so hard to hide
But i cant keep the pain inside
Its eating away at me
It's no longer strange when the thought of taking my blade everywhere I go occurs.
It's strange when the scars on my wrist slowly fade but it's normal for me when they are replaced...