I do like to write poetry. I don't share it much though. I've had one person be pretty negative on it. I was basically told that it was something along the lines of "typical" and...
I have published my book of poems on Kindle. It is listed at .99 but will be free for 5 days beginning Friday the 17th. I will renew that free offer as long as Amazon allows.The...
Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
Do you write poetry/raps?
Ive always enjoyed writing, and I couldn't live without music. I could talk to someone about hip hop for hours. My rap flow isnt bad at all either...
...And about 10% of the time, it's decent, haha. It started with a love of rhyming; when I was a toddler, one of my favorite things to do before bedtime was listen (and try to...
Poetry is something I know nothing about at all
Never been taught poetry, I just write things off the wall
I write stupid things that don't even sound smart
But everything I...
I used to. Not anymore. when i used to write it was like i was possessed, i would have so much stuff pop into my head, i think i was having a spiritual awakening at the time...
Born like poetry curious and free
No fear or shame instilled in me
Exploration of smiles and soft laughter
Bright lights and naps I wonder what's after...
I see our Family
The way we used to be
The love and empathy
The dream went on
Going day by day
But what hurts is what we never got to say...
There's a room inside of me unaffected by time. In this room exists one perfect moment before everything turned to dust before my eyes. In this room I never allowed my...
MY FATHER’S HANDS
My father’s hands, were strong and firm,
But also rough as well.
He used them for the work he did,
And you could always tell.
You could see the calluses...
You were inhumed
suspended in space
surrounded by murky, fertile soil
the nursery for a growth that was at once
a flowering garden
a verdant forest
a steaming jungle
Entered this one for a contest. I hope I can get a Honorable Mention at the least.
Lonesome Cries and Deafening Shatters
Angels dressed in pure white petals
Fly me lightly in...
THE STRUGGLE IN ME
I've got eyes to see but no vision in me
I've got keys in my hands, but i'm no longer free
I've been lied to my face and laughed at my back,
taunted by my...
this is a very special poem to one of the greatest EP friends i have on here <3 i hope he feels awesome after reading this :)
hello was all you used to say
but then our paths...
Bated breaths suck up empty space
Of what used to be eternity,
Is now an elongated wait.
As dreaded ticks accelerate fast
We tap our thighs for the fated blast.
A few seconds and...
Here's something that I thought up around Valentine's Day in my school's poetry club. I didn't really expect to write anything:
You know it's strange
A poem about love
all I want to do is scream. all I want to do is to let go. all I want is to go back to who I used to be. I may have been demented but at least I was strong. I may have been...
My yesteryears haunt my visions,
Returning often enough to entrap me in a prison,
Of scattered fragments of remembering what I sought only to forget,
Shards of painful...
I found a poem I wrote back in 2013.
In the dark harsh weather.
In the bracken and heather.
In the long howling night.
Their howl last up to the first light...
This land they say it isn't free
I know because they have taxed me
It never ends a cycle who's path never bends
I guess a slave we will always be?
I see pain
Like the winds of change
flowing through the trees
I can no longer feel your love for me..
your beautiful heart that would beat so strong
Every time we would meet, is now heard...
Poetry is how we say to the world, and to each other, "I am here." I talk about poetry as a way to document the world and our common experiences, to say what needs to be said in a...
This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode.
Leave me in peace.
How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
I no longer believe stone lays upon us a cold embrace. For to feel you once again I must lay beside your tomb...
I am forced now, to believe that death now welcomes...
Reposting this poem from my old deleted account. It has no meaning anymore but it once did. I don't think it is good to poetry standards ( my other poem tells how I feel about that...
I just reconnected with a friend on here who always told me I should write a song, well I haven't done that haha, but I have written a few poems, and I would like to share one with...