¨My black and white muse
I feel sorry that i did not love you
But i did not
But love itself¨
I ¨write¨ and love poetry indeed, but not to materialize my feelings or to lull my...
I sufficate you like a fire without oxygen,
Yet I am as gentle as a mother is toward her baby.
And when your body goes limp I will feel guilt.
For you have done the same to...
I write poetry in booksie and I posted this one a while ago and I thought maybe you guys would want to see it http://www.booksie.com/other/poetry/highlights/like-an-eagle
I love to write poetry so anyone who needs a song message me. I write many types of poems
Hey everyone :D my name is Zanna I'm 16 and love to write poetry ! this is a poem i wrote called sunrise
A twist of blood in the sky
A cascade of colours
Ready to die...
No one knew what was going on,
A innocence stolen by the morn,
Tears streamed down her eyes,
How could she fall for those damned lies,
A little time goes by and she...
Form of poetry/rap
it's a tragedy
a pretty girl looking so raggedy
this ain't a pitty party don't say what happen to me
cause what happen to you won't happen to me
I love writing poetry. I find it soothing and therapeutic. This poem is for anyone who has lost someone they love and now a piece of their heart is in heaven.
To My Heart In...
I wrote most of my poetry between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two with a spurt in my late thirties. Every now and then a new poem emerges. As I've mentioned elsewhere I've...
Poetry is good
Poetry is fun
I like writing poetry
But I'm not very good at it
No hate comments plz
Love sucks when it's only you,
The one that gives until they're blue
You give your heart until it bleeds
But they don't care about your needs
I'm here I am your dear friend.
I'm always here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here.
I'll stand for you.
I don't care if you think you're ugly I'll stand next to...
Hey everyone! I write a poetry blog! Check it out: www.punkprockpericaliya.wordpress.com
The color of Hailey is despair.
It cries a flooding river.
Screams no words, but feelings.
Feels only pain.
Follows no meaningful rhyme.
This is not poetry, but escape from reality...
Hello! I've had a poetry blog for about to years now, it's mostly free verse with a few short stories and opinionated article thrown in. Check it out: www.punkrockpericaliya...
Hey ep people :) I've been writing a poetry blog for about 2 years now, and it would mean the world to me if anyone here checked it out: www.punkrockpericaliya.wordpress.com
"Lilt of the Pink Poppy"
Small delicate petals stretching up
To swing from a chandelier of stars.
Although misunderstood from conception,
Alive as a pink poppy with all my scars...
I see you sitting over there all alone.
I know you wanna go out but I just got home.
I know your thinking, don't you want to eat.
Yea I'm hungry but id rather kick up my feet...
This is a poem about a friend I didn't know I had romantic feelings for until long after we had a falling out.
"Thinking of You"
I think of you
So long ago
Yet not so far away...
about someone who i could never completely have. what a ****** up day....
how can we let go when our hands are tied together
how can we stop dancing when music still plays
The Fear Killer
fear, killer of my creative spirit.
stalking me in my thoughts, this
dark lover leaves notes in the dusty
corners of my mind. Fear hides
and it whispers and it...
The constant compliments
And simple hugs
Turned my world upside down
Talking to me on a bad hair day
Making sure after school I was ok
You me feel a special type of way
The way you...
This summer, I am going on a guided study trip with some friends. I happen to like one of my friends (I fall for every guy taller than me), but something is hinting to me that he...
...a poem I wrote a while ago.... found it... thought I would share with you fine people.
Life isn't fair, nor Is it just, but I need to keep my head up.
The water is slowly...
What is it about the light,
The one when we're dying
Does it make us think the future's bright?
Every time we've stood standbying
A kid in need,
Being pushed and teased,
I met this girl
The other day
We talked about stuff
Then she went away
Her face went to Tucson
For a holiday
But then she came back
And her face came too
She said she likes...
I used to, when I was in a really bad place. That was about 10 or 11 years ago and I had lost the notebook where I wrote it all. I found it online, on a site where I used to post...
I did it to not hurt you
So you wouldn't feel hurt
I didn't want you to feel pain
I tried to save you from that feeling but I was so wrong even through I tried saving you from...
You dont have to talk to me
Or acknowledge who i am
you dont have to guide me
to the promised land
You dont need to help me
You shouldnt even care
Im just another...
if time would be still
Can i just have one day to steal?
To have that day, for us to be together
To have that moment that will never wither?
I want to feel that day.. that very...
Rain come down pour down
I lost her love
I don't know why
I was just myself
The one she said she wanted.
Rain come down pour down
I went to see her
I was like a kid in love
Would love to hear thoughts/ comments about my poem (: feel free to write what you think.
In the dark
These feelings wrapped around my throat
I am the rock that is there to cling to,
I am the sun that makes you feel warm,
The wind that breathes life into your body,
The sea that kisses your beach each day.
I think I wrote this one about accepting loss and letting go. one of the hardest things to do. enjoy...
write down your feelings and set the pages on fire. it's a way of...
The EVE of the CORN MOONI rememberthe way the wind refused everyoneDenying usher soft breezesand an unyielding sunbasting me with feverEach morning I’d collect the...
Skin and Bones
Transparent veils covering scars,
Once again they just took things too far,
In her head she is screaming no,
But this monster will never let it show,
Day by day...
I feel the fishing fleet come in all afternoon
And feel the want of going out with them again come morn
keeps me up and in the wharf-side bar all night...
I'm not always happy
I'm not always sad
I know I'm depressed
And completely mad
I'll stare at my phone waiting for you
A text a message a how are you
I bide my time saying I'm...
Here's a poem that came up last night. I named it "This Time"..here goes..."The last time we met/Was a day of soothing summer rain/Of last smiles, unknown last words,/That itched...
but as the seasons changed, so did you. this unfamiliar person, that I'm not used to.
what happened to the days, when you said you'd be there? the days I know, you actually cared...
IN RESPONSE TO nybooks.com (on Poetry of Madness):
When a psychotic speaks
he speaks with absolute precision
and having chosen a word
to precisely convey his thought
------the sound of a fart (in poetry form)