"I never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering." - Robert Frost
Some people may try to steal your money. Some people may try to steal your car. Also, some people might try to steal your land,
You don’t have to go to a fancy college to get a good education. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t go to college if you
Written by a forgetful, wanting, neglectful, dishevelled human who yearns for good, and is thankful for a more religious, perfect constant. I hope this is
Aching arches of smiles while away my time, Excruciatingly patronising and pedantic, Reassuring themselves but never I, That I believe they like my rhyme. Sent
I sit by the water — light dances across the crystal blue surface. I can “see” the sun — the heat “touches” my skin, but
Diaphanous pussy membrane, a.k.a. the “virgin wall”, Brisk up the zombie mind girl, not a minute too soon, We’re all going to be insane, beamish
Can I stay, And die amongst the forgotten? Can I live my seconds, Amongst the decayed and rotten? There is no place for me, Where
like the earth is yawningmouth open, eyes closedin the somnambulant birthof a chasm between us our divides are wide open—wounds, suddenly festeringin a place where
Poetry is great because no one cares, To listen to words and meaning, To sounds of emotion and thoughts, Awashed ashore upon public rocks. And
Love is a rainbow in the sky. Love is beauty in your eye. Oh, love is a kiss from the one close to you. Love
Catch it early Winter light When late morning Rushes to afternoon dusk Last gasp of the sun Fills the earth with glory Day gives up
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She was exotic,Fully formed from the formless,The foreign lands,Far from my own,Of age and mystery. She came up,Out of the holy waters,And my tongue stumbled,To
Mockingbird, you’re high in a tree. You keep looking down at me. Do I know you? Do you know me? Mockingbird, you’re high in a
The blonde in all her confidence started to strut towards me Her eyes full of lust & love, wanting her body to be devoured As
There are many times when people let their loved ones go because they lack the courage to fight for love. I adore this song. It
This poem at first read, describes the abuse, overuse and inconsiderate way people have sometimes engaged with this world. It is not a political comment,
Lives slip silently by. Who knows what’s Behind that hollow eye, In dark recesses Lie past successes. Gray heads bent Troubles for a time lent.
An ode to my Dad who left a surprise in my mailbox after his funeral Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash I remember when I
My thoughts are scattered like streaks of lightning. Nothing flows naturally. Will I reach my goals without confusion? I am more than desires and dreams.
The heavens, they glow. The rivers, they flow. The sun shines through the trees. The birds sing in the still of the night. But nothing
There was a time when my life was in your eyes Now, these moments are like far memory that flies I have lived long in
You start out young. You end up old. Where did all the time go? You spend all your money. You waste all your time. Then
Summer, the mind is fertile and numb. Clear and hazy, mid-morning clouds fading into the sky, definition defied. Growth under the brow, unseen for now.
a sort of shriek strangled and savage rather like a sounding bell but shorter, sighing a sinking separation snorting with insolence resounding in the snout
When your eyes are soaked in all the nuances of light, maybe it’s time to close them, just for a little while… (Rock’n’Roll in a
A Prose Poem about a Teenage Crush My heart soars like a kite on a windy day, As a silent hello escapes from your mouth.
A Christmas Poem for Children (and Everyone Else) A pointy hat and a pair of pointy shoes, Grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear, Stealing
Little things can make you happy in life. A smile from someone you love can brighten up your day. Your dog, licking your hand, showing
I am sitting down here Wondering why I feel I did not achieve A significant mile Of bragging experience My writing contest Is numerous village
We all start our lives with so much time. We spend it daily, until we get to the end of the line. Some of us
She found out she was his bestie A world’s story of old The enamored friend accepts it When there is one-sided love Because she is
I saw you somewhere before. You are like that white female wolf prowling in the glade of snow. Across the frozen lakes, in uneven debris
For those ‘creative’ solutions Image by Author When a problem appearsThere’s no need to fretThere’s no need for tearsOr even break sweat Though solutions may
A Nonet — We were teenagers when we first met, He came up to me and said “Hi”. I was drawn into his world, Charmed
A poem about pink elephants and life lessons Photo by J Lee (@babybluecat) on Unsplash – https://unsplash.com/@babybluecat Crisp, cold air Colours everywhere A young pink elephant
I went to bed with despair in my heart I woke up today with a twinge of fear I sent my son on a bus
Slight touch, higher much, and the love is not the answer, except chances to win increase with the intake dose, and the pose the abuse
There are shaping forms to fit in. Where do I fit in your living? I started my mind cleaning. There are shaping forms to fit
On YouTube Full Lyrics “Need you now” Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor I got another pretty souvenir in my heart’s store. Reaching
In the depths of my heart, an ocean resides, A vast and eternal sea, where emotions abide, Tides of joy, waves of sorrow, and secrets
Children we gave away We couldn’t let them stay How many families keep them hid To the coffin and no lifting the lid. Even if
If it is true your thoughts and dreams create your reality. What type of reality would you create in your life. Now at this very
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– When I wander alongside an idle sea, Alone but for myself and me, I rejoice in small serendipities, And only
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– I love to be myself, but at school I seem different than everyone else. I don’t mind the clothes I
I am at a loss. There is so much to say but the upset stifles the creativity, maybe later? Meanwhile, a short poem with all
Please move to the back of the carriage Here she comes.Here he comes?Here they come? Pulling into the station, a hearty beasta flurry of chaotic
What is the Flower Of Love? This flower is nourished by the sun and loved by the water. It is food for the bees and
Sorry, no worries, it’s just that, I’m doing someone else’s job, Serving someone else’s time, Sleeping in someone else’s bed, Playing someone else’s tune, Taking
Phoenix, they say, will rise Sometimes it happens. Or not? I love using metaphor To escape my emotion of broke Because I feel lonely And
Night could be crushed with the foot like a bug, when you fall asleep on the floor on the rug, But skies can’t be touched
She finds herself proud to be The cousin of Longing Apparently since they share a few things. But for the quiet and the silent and
Deep during the evening as night approaches, Deep and dark, a forest exists there. At midnight, murmurs float throughout the air. There are ancient horrors
An Acrostic Poem Everyone would be surprised if they knew about us, Neither of us had the power to stop it. Charming, kind, warm and
She could never have loved anyone the way she loved him They shared a love so pure. Now only history stands between them Promises of
A light-hearted, playful poem and a reminder of one of the joys of having young children around! This is the tale ofWhere you have been;It’s
You, only you, can make my world go around. You are my dream come true. Darling, you are the one that always keeps me from
When I refuse to stand as tall as I could and I prefer the cold, wet, ground to the brightness of the sun Water me
Too many lands are troubled these days. Some are distant, some closer to home and some forever in the heart. I don’t know if I
Lyrics YouTube “Angels” I sit and wait Keeping my faith. Does an angel contemplate my fate When my life is at stake? And do they
Little ones No one expected your short lives to end by the gun You were daughters and sons Trying to play and learn Only for
I just read your powerful words Once again, it made your writer’s voice heard So many great sentences, that it’s hard to highlight Your ability
Some say nothing is so wonderful as one sweet little smile. I felt it so doubtful Until it blossomed from your lips. An angel carved
Do you want to be a songwriter in the music business? Do you want to make money as a songwriter? First, you will need to
I turn around, And I find a mundanity, That’ll never happen again, As rare as any. A sparse shower of October leaves, Sweating in the
What if I was fucking you? Picture this situation, non dairy cream on your lips, feel your breath, lying chest to chest, whatever you were
A poem about soulmates On that fateful day Searching the shadows I cannot wait to see you In your shining hue beaming like a floodlight
I went to the mosque A monument of Allah I am not religious But I felt like in a pot Between lies of humans And
Some frogs seem to be louder than others. This poem was inspired by some particularly deafening ones which dominate a memory decades later. *** In
a poem. This Is a poem. This is a poem. this is a poem. This is a poem. This is a poem. This is is
Today I walked among the trees in the forest. I walked slowly to enjoy the feel of the ground beneath my feet. Each step reminded
Quiet, quiet, silence…… One cotton ball and the spoon, silence…… Quiet, quiet, silence…… Plastic, the sharp metal stick, silence…… Quiet, quiet, silence…… Teeth in the
In my heart, a garden grows, A verdant oasis, wild and unhurried. Where love and joy abide, And sorrow does not reside. *** The petals
Now he unfolds silk upon her cold, cold grave. He is giving her the dresses that her young heart once craved. While she was living
Oh, I’d love to see Grandma Pearl and Grandma Emma again. I’d love to hear Uncle Curtis play the banjo down in Nebo Bend. I’d
Favorite Song In A Poem I like that song. I am a very physical being and I want to feel deep emotions. But the lyrics
This poem relates to the loss of true friends in previous decades when forms of communication were less easy, but travelling or living abroad was
society is lulled asleep Everything has been so easy the dagon doesnt have To wait long to devour us in our sleep Now dragon rumbles
They are coming for us, Humanoid creatures with bejewelled eyes, A dozen of us against five of them, It started with one…. And then there
Hello, I’m Walker Ikard. I wanted to introduce myself to the writing community. I’m the son of world famous, Osie Whitaker Ikard. Osie, along with
I think we can learn somethingfrom our namesake geesethe way the strong lift the airfor the weak at the back of the line—their elegant V
Today, I met this old man of yesterday. His shoulders were bent, and his hair was gray. He said son, don’t lag behind. You’re just
I know I am in love with him Of course, it is unmutual As an old schooler, when it comes to love affair I will
Today is a strangely rainy day Is it connected to my crying? The silent cry is casual in March It is right after February’s lover
In the realm of the divine, where melodies reign, A song of eternity echoes through the rain, A tune so pure, so sweet, so full
Prose Poetry Their is beauty in both the Night and the Day. The qualities of both are on display everyday and every night. They take
I wonder if I did it right Leaving the old home of mine That I built together in the light Of past emotions undercovered Between
At the stroke of midnight, when all is still and shadows sway and secrets hide, Placing more than simply reflections in its silvery grasp, the
In twilight’s hush, where shadows dance and play, A fairy’s wish takes flight in wondrous ways. With delicate wings, she flutters by, Her whispered words,
3 Haikus The smoky scent of burnt flowers from a candle freshens up the room. —- Faded colors of air-dried blush pink rose petals brightens
There is an effortlessness to who you are that you cannot capture. No hacks or morning routines — no filter or chant will call it
Calling in the night, He stands in the open, Howling at the moon, A silhouette in your sight. Every evening is the same, The climb
Birdsong melodies surround me early in the morning inviting me to sit a spell (the birds are casting spells) their enchantment takes hold it takes hold
There’s a reason why life ends, it’s beyond us, it transcends, and it’s simply thus, some law and the rule of Veritas Aequitas. Let’s grant
Listen to the echoes Of my heartbeat Flow-through the membranes Of your soul Hoping to penetrate In the highest levels Of the vibrations That we
When did it start? Me standing here and taking it? Their words firing off without warning. Piercing my heart and character, leaving me with no
It whispers, “It’s coming”, And everything goes, Everything turns. But we are here, Forced, To endure and be, Then nothing more. Crying, Cooing Coughing, Croaking.
Staring into the space and thinking that it was really nice to sit down after long hours of work, the man screwed a cigarette into
Sometimes ignorance is the only way to stop a person’s self-destruction. It shows concern from the one-sided crush toward the ignored person. That way, every
You are the only one that can decide where you go in society or the world. It is left up to you to try and
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