I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
Slide into me Tight rigid flesh Aching breaths hitting Pulsing lips riding Crimson cheeks Lingering wet fingertips Flayed and primitive Grazing the surface Ritual essence denied Deeper base of purity Carnal frames clutching Erupting into form and shape Becoming essential and visceral Instinctive undulating Reaching the orogeny Cresting over solid embrace Luscious tumbles Twisting skin I slip in you
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Long lost Tired toil feeling Hard work seldom More appealing Sore on every corner Poor In every way You can’t ignore Just let me make some money Daily Maybe meet A pretty lady Lately that seems Nigh unlikely Half my bed is empty Nightly Only slightly Fear the worst That gifted girl Left me accursed Whole world reversed And snapped me back On track to death By heart attack
Well, well, well, I would hear my grandson say That was the first thing I would hear, each and every day With his big blue eyes looking into mine I just smiled and listened as if I were hearing It for the very first time. By Connie Hopkins
Jackson James Ferrell is his name he is 9 yrs old and what a clown.
- a tasteless empty word like numbness of the fingers like numbness of the tongue a numbness of heart and false plastic lungs - bland face bland skin bland stomach and bland eyes - gleaming with wax satisfaction in a false candle pose bland wax candle prose written by plain poet hands -
I am a wax figurine poet who writes beautiful but bland verses.
In the morning of yesterday There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together Intent on each other, in whispers I heard them say your name And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe Wanting an exploration of Souls Oblivious, if we’re generous But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall I found you in the violin’s shadow Dust and star tears are my witnesses I love you My joy and my abyss
It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.
Beneath the sallow, At break of the night He waits, The moonlight dusted upon his pale Fickle Skin Periodically, of course For no longer than a second Does the mark of silvery light Linger in one place, Most of it pushed aside By the gambolling tears of green Wept by the weathered Old Sallow’s skeleton grown up into the sky.
For context, a sallow is a weeping willow. Considering the other meaning of the word, I thought that made it even more dreary of a tree. The poem has nothing to do with this, I was just bored.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
I DRANK THE POISON I WAS THIRSTY// DANCING WITH THE DEVIL AND SHE MET ME WITH A CURTSY// I WAS DRAWN BY THE WAY SHE FOUND TO NUMB ALL THE PAIN// FROM THAT DAY I SWORE I’D LOVE YOU TILL IT HURTS ME// BUT SINCE I’VE NEVER BEEN THE SAME// I TAKE A SIP FOR WHEN I SEE THE RAIN BUT I DON’T STOP IT TAKES A MINUTE TILL MY DEMONS SLAIN//
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
I like things that keeps me guessing. Things that are beyond my comprehension. Things i cannot understand at first glance-- and things that would drag me down to a bottomless pit just to quench the thirst. I like you because... I found these things in you.
I want to be the light in someone’s eyes, I want them to look at me like I hold galaxies, universes, and every beautiful star in the sky I want them to look at me like I do no wrong, Like every action I take is perfect even the smallest mistake I want to the sun that shines in their life, the stars that brighten their nights, I want to pull them like the moon pulls the tides I want to be magnetic to them I want them to think my middle name is an appropriate name for me, Because I want to be as beautiful as a supernova to them I want someone to treat me with as much kindness as I treat them I want them to see me as I see them
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
For no apparent reason A mirror hangs and covers an American flag (red, white, and blue) to catch the reflection of a handcuffed man beaten by the police in the name of law and order for no apparent reason