Euphoria
#3 of poetry and scribblings time stands still, almost like being paralyzed, drowning in that sweet sensation, letting myself being dragged down further, into that endless lovingly turmoil, the honey sweet taste, of your lips
Pachydermophobia by Alpha Wolfio
#8 of poetry a simple breakdown of what people may fear when they think of the political party of the elephant. fear of tradition fear of growth fear of security fear of destroying the left
Daylight to Dusk, Dusk into Dawn
#9 of poetry . fruit falls in autumn. i marvel at the dreams of seeds. snow falls in winter. i ponder the lament of leaves. rain falls in spring. i smile at the hopes of mud.
The Lyin’ Lion named Lyon by Alpha Wolfio
#6 of poetry a poem about a lying lion named lion. in the savanna lived a lion his name was lyon he loved lyin' but not as much as laying in the sun that was a lie
I Hate Dogs Haiku by Alpha Wolfio
#1 of poetry a haiku i originally wrote in june 2020. meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, "bark," meow meow meow meow meow meow
Trotting in the Snow by Alpha Wolfio
#2 of poetry a poem i originally wrote in june 2020. the horse, neigh, the equus ferus caballus, trotted through the snow for all to know that they have a beautiful mane, that makes the crowd go insane.
Part One: Cold Shoulders, but a Warm Smile
"yeah, i like to write poetry and stuff. i've been told by a few people i was good at it and i like to think i have some talent in it."
The Journey
#10 of poetry . the journey lonely little leaf falls to the wild river then into the sea. overturned by wind, the oak tree caught in ice, roots grasping at air. petals push the earth away, shedding light on the heart of the lotus.
lust (11/10/11)
My poetry what is lust, some say its a crutch, others say its to much, some say its a sin, others say its in, some think it a vice, others think it nice, some lust for life, i just live for lust,
A Limerick for Domhnall.
#4 of poetry another limerick i did. this time, for a friend. there once was a domhnall gawain who came to play in the rain he fell in a puddle and lost his best muddle and ran to that country named spain
Red Rose , Black Rose
#2 of poetry one of my first poems they were beautiful, so full of life and happiness, red roses black roses a sad but true symbol of death, beautiful even after; the fall of something nice, black rose red rose both beautiful in there
self perception - poem
#1 of poetry collection poem no. 1 if only i could show you if only you could see if only you knew i want you to believe you are better than whatyou know what you think and see better than the self you perceive to be