¨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 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...
The Wolf Path-
I see the world in black and grey while I run on all fours chasing my prey , I love and care for every member of the pack ,sometimes I'm the wolf who lonely...
This is from my old profile:
So we had to pick different lines from Transcendentalist poets to write in English. All of mine are from Whitman:
A few light kisses,
My own breath in...
Riddle me this , there once was a boy , he looked at the sky and wondered what the clouds were made of . He asked his mother , she said , son there is nothing but hopes and...
I like poetry. I like to write it too, but I'm not even close to being as good as my friend is. But still, I was digging through some of my old papers and found this. I wrote it a...
What is friend, when you look through the eyes and you see something greater,
Is it a blessing from our creator.
How do you notice, when all you have seen is darkness,
The slab of neatly paved concrete at halfway
As i was dragging my feet across the street
I glanced at a messy hand writers remnants
In splattered spray can ink...
...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...
The Music/Born To Be Victorious 10:29p.m. 7-21-12
Those Hazel-brown eyes were born to be opened
A defined structure such as yours was...
her tender thoughts
meant to ease my mind
only obscured what was already hard to see
but her kindness was not lost on me
an angel of the mercy
she held back the...
We're all like candles. When first lit. We shine the brightest. Till it withers down. We are easily burnt out by society. And once left alone with ourselves. We create destruction...
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've written one good poem.
Sometimes I think that I poured so much of my soul into writing it, that I will never express myself completely again.
I spent so much effort molding...
ive not written in years, but feel the urge to do so. bare with me as i post this. thanks
watching just within this hedrow
i see the casting shadows form long
as descends the...
What do I want from you......
Seems to be the question that crosses my mind more than yours,
I cant help but to think and look at my open sores.
I wish you could take back all the...
All I can do is lie down alone,
Thinking of the place I once called my home.
For there are people that told me I didn't belong.
We had fights that would last hours,
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
"Everlong is Willow's Song"
Flushed at heart, from walking with my wayward lover.
Curve of moon resting in our right hand, without cover.
Paused; at the portal of many seasons in...
Speed does not carry innocence well
among the sudden clash of vehicles
lying with broken glass
unimaginably bent metal
unrecognizable from functional form
while fresh dripping...
Wrote this a while ago, hope you like it
Every time You hit him
With your bottles
With your fists
He stays standing
Tall and strong
I'm gonna close my eyes
I'll dream of things I can't see when I'm awake
I'm gonna drift
And follow things I can't find
Here, sand doesn't only fit in between our fingers...
Hey everyone! I write a poetry blog! Check it out: www.punkprockpericaliya.wordpress.com
she sat on a driftwood throne
at her feet lay the ruins of a stone man
her hair a wild world of winds draws you into her hurricane eyes
her lip a forest of...