Coffins Laced with Gold
Demolish the sun
There is no time to run
The terror has just begun
Hands rise up from the graves
No where to hide
Your rooms occupied
In the tattered shards of lasting embrace I feel the nick of you lingering cool as winter's solstice,
feel the nick of you like a dagger cold upon the intangible grace of my skin...
I wish I wrote the way I
With maddening hunger.
I'd write to the point of
I'd write myself into
You fail to say what you mean because you figure I can't take it,
but you can't harm what's already broken,
not unless you can unbreak it?
You can't take back words that spoken...
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!
I found this poem by Pablo Neruda, and every time I read it it moves me. You can find sadness and happiness coexisting and its really sweet
The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda
I came across a poem which has been running through my mind for some time. Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote the poem, "Who Am I?" shortly before he was executed in a German concentration...
....so I wrote this in November. ..and I know it's kinda bad but I still want to share it.
I see the fires of the souls of those around
I see the pain and torment of everything...
I lay alone in my bed last night
Alone with my thoughts of you
I remembered brushing your warm brown hair
And your twinkling eyes of blue
I remembered your smile...
...i think with a little more confidence it could happen. i have improvised some things.
You are the burning sun, and I the ethereal moon
whose gentle rays and sharpened rays flickered in gloom.
Your frightening flicks didn't scare me away,
for it took more than just a...
Uhhhhggg.... Valentines day is fast approaching... so I figured I'd start working on some poetry...
all that romantical crap and stuff...
She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And ink runs through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With the typewriter in her brain,
Her bookshelf's getting crowded...
I think a lot about that weekend when I was with you. It brings a smile to my face when I think of it. I know I should have let it go by now but I struggle at times...
I can see amber, cloudy and greyGold Scarlet and Purple all look the sameHeading down to those deadly yellowsBeneath the lonesome bluesCan you see it like I doWalk in my...
there once was a time
in the days, no years, that away have slipped
when I could expertly rhyme
but I fear that skill from has been ripped
this dreadful diseased mind
I used to write a lot of songs in my 20's and early 30's. Now that I have more time I am starting to get back the feeling of wanting to compose again. More of a Rock and Roll/ CSN...
*Looks at last post to remember what was said last* Aha! My friend had a birthday party yesterday, and it was really nice, but my other friend was having our Modernist Society...
I feel nothing but pain. but now I'm relaxed. u have no worry. I feel nothing. I see nothing, though a black sky with stars.
the moon is so brighter than mine. don't think about...
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 always the fight
there's always people lurking around the corner
this is for all the broken souls
this one's for you
fight to get through another night
It's quite interesting the response you get from people when you tell them that you write and you write ero fantasy and fiction (as wells as poetry and short stories). The...
This was actually an assignment in a writing class. It was to write a story or poem from a child's point of view.
There were others too. Write from the opposite genders point of...
Blessed be the couple looking into each others eyes,
Holding hands, and proposing vows no hint of lies,
Not walking down the aisle in a little white church
But on a park...
White blanket spreads; crystal scenery surrounds; chill air absorbing breath; frozen cares motionless; peace abounds.
My attempt at making this cold January morning more...
John Tan 2
By: Cierra Leonard
Written: March 1st and 4th, 2015
I miss you terribly
As I write this I have no way of knowing
If you will ever get to read it