Silly and dramatic
Barely thematic
My poems are as deep as a puddle
With titles that only muddle
Basic and lackluster rhymes
That are as old as time
topics so elementary
My twists more predictable than a documentary
Despite all of this
I still want to wish
That one day I can truly be a poet
Even if the world will never know it
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Time marches on like a solider of death, racing forward robbing last breaths.
Never yielding, never starting to stop,
just marching along to the chime of a clock.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
The clock on the wall and I in my seat.
Ticking and ticking all of the week.
When will it end? When will it stop?
As I sit by the wall with a clock.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
Her laughter, her kindness,
A beauty that is truely timeless.
Her brilliance, her eyes,
A heart break she only likes guys
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Tossing and turning all night,
Evil dreams I do fight.
The battle finally won with might,
While the darkness turns to light.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
To be a child,
Carefree and to run wild.
Unaware the terror the world contains.
By time and experience youth is maimed.
Nay a blessing or a curse,
But a time of folly for better or worse.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC