my smile so unlike a vagrant
only wanders the backstreets off her heart
leaning on the lampposts of tenderness
while her storybook temptress casual apparel
I spend most nights falling into the internet rabbit hole of slam poems, but I've had such a hard time finding people who love it as much as I do. Anyone else listen to Dia Davina...
The one of a kind enigma
Unique as they never belonged
Found themselves a home in your arms
From all of the right that had wronged
And for a brief moment in time
You promised to...
A Rainbow's Beauty
The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears
The only way to see is to look through the rain
Such enormous statement of hope
After the roughest storm...
You crushed me under your weight
but I didn't move an inch
At the barrel of the gun
I didn't even flinch
Whispers from a black tongue
greasy, grey and rough
I've been running for...
Moonlight over the Aegean
The waves slosh against the wooden hull,
This old boat moored far from shore,
The flickering lights of campfires,
Shadowy figures in muffled voices rise...
your life is a joke your face is a joke and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes...
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
Uhhhhggg.... Valentines day is fast approaching... so I figured I'd start working on some poetry...
all that romantical crap and stuff...
I want to be where your bare foot walks,
because maybe before you step,
you’ll look at the ground.
I want that blessing.
I open and fill with love and
other objects evaporate...
I'm very new to poetry, this is just a first draft. please comment opinions and help to make it better or just any recommendations, thankyou!
its 3:00 am
If you read a poem that astonished you ,
And read it for a third time ,
It is this way the poetry should be read my friend,
The day I flew you to Howarth
Wing'd Angel of Poetry
You followed willingly.
Through the wet winds of the Moors
The strife of a life a World...
There is a wonderful poet here on EP... His poetry causes people to truly reflect and feel...sometimes his peorty is so raw and emotionally powerful.... I literally feel my heart...
A story of lost dreams
Dream's are the reason we live and breathe because we have them but then they are butchered for no reason. We dream of a happy and bright future but then...
Poetry has always been a way for me to express myself.
My poems used to be lovey dovey and very sappy but I got bored with those styles.
I adore macabre poetry. Edgar Allan Poe...
I used to believe, due to complications and present situations
that i fell in love with the wrong person.
But when I look in his eyes
there is a light
in my soul and a fire
I love writing poetry, whether it's in paper or in my head. Often I write whole poems based on one phrase that I heard or thought of that just struck me as beautiful and poetic.
Thank you for the golden bridge
upon which to retreat.
Thank you for the sacrilege
that makes me incomplete.
Make way for peace and better days;
find solace in the fact
Dust dancing on rays of morning light;
she and I, and coffee flavored love.
The silence between the words was heavy
with an undertone of doubt.
Something she was hesitant to say...
This is poetry? Right? A limerick is a poem of sorts.
No truth here, just some fun with words
Ducks On A Pond
The ducks on the pond, they did quack,
'cause the food they were...
The orange glow of the bare branched trees ,
Stretching, pulling towardsthe warmth of the sun ,
A cooling breeze and the wintery sky ,
Impenetrable conviction of depression
Hallowed out the madness it conveys
Impurities sought within death
Ignored doldrums of love...
Winter VoicesSweet,Night's passionsEscape from the outsideWarm on the insideDreams for the soul.Will hushed voicesAnswer the prescient night?Can hearts know minds,And time...