Human Origins Chapter 8: Family
I couldn't hide the red glow that came over my face as i read such a poem. instead i muffled with my hand, a girlish scream as my heart fluttered with embarassment.
Puppy Love
This was a poem about child abuse.
Poem #80: Ghost
#81 of poetry this poem is as much about fear and hope as much as it is about loss and decay. hoping you'll find something within yourself within this poem. enjoy.
The Furre Archive Project - Part 2: Fragments
It was a poem. some think it was a mistake, a ghost in the furre archive project's code. others said that he'd had to have written it recently, that it proved that he was still alive.
Poem #40: The Leaves
#41 of poetry sophmore year my english teacher took us outside, and told us to find two things and write a poem describing what we perceive about the things using the five senses. this is one of those two poems.
Just A Thought
#6 of hound's poetry corner so here is the promised, wholly unrelated, poem i mentioned in my haiku's description. it might have a point, maybe not. my ultimate point was to force out a poem by repeating the title, and core line, over and over again.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
#63 of poetry this is a poem about life and feelings; but most of all, this is a poem about fighting against the struggles in life; this is a poem about overcoming the biggest challenge; this is about finding your purpose and running straight at it guns blazing
Will, Persistence, Patience, and Love (a poem)
#3 of poems met another poet the other day, had a wonderful exchange with them on their words. just a reminder of how vast this world is and that all content has a place and audience. i urge you, try and make some for yourself.
The Cold Winter Rain [Loss Love Poem]
I got bored and decided to make a little poem about loss love. love is a special feeling everyone should embrace when they come in contact with. love isn't forever, but you should enjoy it while it lasts.
Cthulhu's Grasp
This was one of my most challenging and rewarding poems to write, as i wanted 144 syllables; the poem is actually a simple math equation.
Poem: The Grass is Soft
I lay here slipping and look to the bright sky. The grass feels so soft. The sky begins to change. Purples and pinks appear with no single sound They blend together to form the night's blues and blacks. Still, the grass is soft ...
Poem: Smiles (Kind of PG for hinting, but not specific)
He smiles at me And I smile back His hands, cold against me legs Brings my heart to race My breath quickens And he smiles wider Mesmerizing me with his lips and eyes I shiver from cold And his movement stops His smiles begins to fade ...