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Sdgwrites
Sdgwrites
45/F/Dallas, TX A native Floridian, I now reside outside of Dallas, TX. I love to write, mostly poetry. Free verse is my go to style but I love to experiment with other types of poetry. The experiments are generally epic fails, good thing I’m not afraid of failure.
Cotton has a plantation, It’s home in central Texas. It might be your cremation. Don’t drive up in your Lexus. In the barn he persecutes. Devices of mad torture. Chainsaws, meat hook executes, Diced and spilt into quarters. The Bloodbath we fascinate, Victims face he has gotten. Oh my, he does dominate. ****** face here’s some Cotten.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
Texas Chainsaw
Your first steps In gray fog Quiet forest echoes Eerily still Life reflecting Scared to death © sd greene 6/21/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Quiet Forest
What I see sickens me Judged on size It feels unfair Skin color, gender, Ones not as good me it's so sad to see Even though this I don't believe Speak up, no one listens Your just a kid What I see, think, feel Doesn't matter On no I'm mad I'm shattered This isn't how I thought the world was In one month my view is ruined
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Sickened
Coming Sun New dawn to light It's a glyph Fresh look upon life Morning dew Glistening skin Wet, hard Again and again Teary sweet **** or sour Tasting days Through the haze smiling for me I'm amazed. © sd greene 9/3/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Coming Sun
Is it weird? Pink vison Eyes sparkle Wicked smile I don't just see it I feel it A pony of energy Hot mess mane Cotten candy stain Little miss evil Oh wait that's me Alter ego My Pinkie Pie See something deeper Down inside We see you always there searching waiting lurking To jump out Not hide © sd greene 10/7/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Pink Vision
see crazy in my eyes on my skin your blood I wallow in. hot body rubbing mine so close whispers come crawling "Don't touch." our heat mingled glistening dew rolls licked intoxicating fever consumes. dripping lips loves first kiss or the last swallowing in. a womb giving and taking away wet ready for the **** © sd greene 8/14/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
Crazy In My Eyes
I do like bold colours On you... the taste of those lips Hand under your jaw Squeezing just enough to feel my fingers Opening those wide eyes watching your iris shine the dark void of pupils draws Draws me deeper into your dark Wishing they weren’t just words I want to consume you Play in your shadow bask in your light Just know it is real not just a maybe Be consumed by me Let yourself go in it Wade down into the warm waters Feeling suspended in time, space surrounded by warm things warm hands... eyes...mouth Bold, colorful kiss © sd greene 11/24/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
Bold Colours
Anger, hate, rage Bleeding black Numb heart Great hole Engulfing my soul Sadness, death, decay Hardness remains Heavy breathing Slowing pulse Alone, shallow grave Calm, peace, hope Ray of light Breaks night Like sun on dew Evaporates the black saved a soul I am back. © sd greene 6/15/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Anger, Hate, Rage
Anchor Lifes a restless sea Waves forever rolling Tossing against shores Storms **** Sunshine Birth and death Bareboat at sea Weathering its moods Tossed and withered Exhausted endless battles Losing never winning The boat leaks through time Land never blooms Sea begins laughing For victories sure to win Hopeless begins drowning Unexpectedly Sunshine breaks clouds Horizons mirage Dare hope Drifts through sea Hope springing life No boat, ship in calm sea floats Sunlight surrounded Warm, happy being Embracing pull, gravity Shining Love, compassion My anchor forever becomes Keeps the sea calm, at bay Happiness at last Victories won, safety waits Heart and souls have joined Rainbows anchor. © sd greene 5/30/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
Anchor
Asked, questioned can I love My Amber When, what point I realized I wanted How, whence genetic girl so accepting be Who, why how could I not? Open-minded Judge, absolve Don't cast stones Everyone lives in glass houses. © sd greene 7/6/17
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
Amber