¨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 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 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...
A nightmare's fantasy
Come to me in your sleep, and
show me a beautiful nightmare.
Breath me the of secret to your sorrows,
play my mind like a violin;
show me a haunting...
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...
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...
The Games Nature Plays
The Hills roll in a never ending game of tag,
As the birds and bees race to the tulips and daisies
The sun plays hide and seek with the clouds
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...
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
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...
higher than I ever imagined.
fearless and fast.
the ground is small from here.
im bigger than the rest.
but time moves quickly,
and so does the wind...
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...
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
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...
This is a somewhat final copy...and by "somewhat" I mean, I may edit it more upon reading it over in a few days, or whenever. I would appreciate any comments remarking whether it...
She was once that warmth; That wonderful, gentle warmth.
Like a balm to the weary.
The warmth that chased away the cold.
She was my warmth...