Poem: Predators
I thought I found me the perfect match I thought I found me the perfect catch With eyes so green and hair so brown He showed me his picture and I fell to the ground He's the cutest boy I ever met Too bad I found him while surfing the net He...
Pawprints (a poem)
#1 of poems creativity flows in and out me today! many holes in the sand and here's where i dig mine. to bury away the past i fear and make it hard to find. but the sand cares not for what i feel nor what i hide away.
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
[unnamed poem]
Silence. he sits at his desk, his desk. He can remember every detail. The manager tells him what he needs to do. But does he need to? He gets it done, only after hours of procrastination. The manager is proud with his false initiative. The...
Creeper Poem
O blasted creature with a blasting feature You kill me in forest and field unless I use a shield Silent you surprise me and kill before I see --but the death comes not to 'me' but 'we' It's together that we enter eternity Not true. Your...
POEM: A Journey
Sitting in the daffodils and tulips, Never feeling useless. So alive, At the wonderful age of five. Full of life, magic everywhere. Everyone you meet, with so much to share. Dreams of wolf life, so vivid and surreal. Ask me; I tell you they...
A little poem
One, two. He feels so blue. Three, Four. She fought in the war. Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks. Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.
Love
A short poem close to that of a quote. i remember long ago i felt a feeling so beautiful and pure.. then it was taken away from me and now i fear feeling it again.
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
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was
After Hours
The wordless emotions stirred, and something began to form, not merely words, but an old poem - a song - came to his mind, and so through his emotions appearing, came out through his muzzle in soft, dulcet tones.
Chapter 5 - Poetry
Wanda had actually given the poem a pretty good reading, he had to admit. "do you have a favorite?" "uh, i uh... i like a lot of his poems. i don't have a favorite." she handed him the book. "can you read another one?"