Roses
_Roses_ Roses start as seeds You have to water them Keep them safe Be sure no weeds touch them Roses are symbols depending on the color Joyful Grace Love Innocence Roses have thorns and it's their way to protect themselves However, people...
Waters
**Waters** Every minute and every moment, Finding ourselves cast adrift amidst a boundless ocean, Treading water desperately trying to keep our heads afloat, Crying out for help in silent voices lost amongst the terrifying cacophony of crowning...
Remember (A Short Poem)
REMEMBER When we apologised more than we kissed? When your arms were my final cradle, my deathbed? When you coaxed me back to life, and I hated you for it? When I said I love you That one night And I meant it with all my heart? I don't know if I...
The Black Dog Swallows the Light
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
The Black Dog Learns to Read
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
Poem #19: Yo Pense (I Thought)
#19 of poetry this poem is in spanish. spanish is a second language for me, and i am just starting out. its about reflection and critical thinking of the world around us. i've included the english translation.
Beneath her coat was a whole identity
#10 of poetry 1st place winner of the typewriter emergencies poetry contest beneath her coat was a whole identity: a subtle form of ideas under soft fur, a constantly shifting mass of meaning... and somehow, she pulled it off.
Poem #14: Sorrow
#14 of poetry a self-explanatory haiku. _sorrow_ nature unrested the sun, stars and clouds, windfall, rainfall, cries. ~bhscorch [!
How Many?
#5 of national poetry writing month another poem for national poetry month. this one is about bulling. * * * have you ever been told something that you knew wasn't true? had the words spat at you with hatred and violence? you're ugly. fat.
Poem #7: Destruction Cries
#7 of poetry this poem is one of my earlier works, about how the world can turn out to be its own downfall. _destruction cries_ the sky calls it chokes it sputters: lives fall the ground it shutters.
Where is that knife now?
#1 of poetry this had been a poem i wrote about six months ago when i had been depressed. i can only seem to write poetry when my emotions stand strong. you had promised to take the knife out you ask, where is that knife now?
Autumn Dream
#13 of poetry i had a dream the other day in the cool room, curtains swaying gently shadowing the light entering the dim room in the cool room, rested soundly, in a dream.