carol-rose - Hello Poetry

The long grey sock has ripped Dried wine on my sober lips Velvet drapes hang half drawn Tired eyes will embrace dawn This old familiar room A child must have bloomed But now the walls do fade Memories lie in their shade It was a safer place I look down with wrinkled face

0

Mar 5, 2014

Mar 5, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC

Passing

The long grey sock has ripped Dried wine on my sober lips Velvet drapes hang half drawn Tired eyes will embrace dawn This old familiar room A child must have bloomed But now the walls do fade Memories lie in their shade It was a safer place I look down with wrinkled face

10

Too much of an emphasis, I think I place on the boy crisis, so I drink Wine morning followed by *** night Crime warning with some fright

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC

Being Girl

Too much of an emphasis, I think I place on the boy crisis, so I drink Wine morning followed by *** night Crime warning with some fright

4

An bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the lies Sagging sorrow A bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the highs Saggy Tableau

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

Baggage

An bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the lies Sagging sorrow A bag under an eye Carries more than you know Holds all the highs Saggy Tableau

8

It is hard to articulate The feelings that escalate, From my heart to my brain Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame Despite a ready, eager mouth hole Emotions burrow like a mole Who only knows of one thing; hide Dying with want to confide But only showing an ego's pride.

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC

The Mole

It is hard to articulate The feelings that escalate, From my heart to my brain Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame Despite a ready, eager mouth hole Emotions burrow like a mole Who only knows of one thing; hide Dying with want to confide But only showing an ego's pride.

9

He turns his back to me, A exasperated attempt to flee, Those feelings which arose, Those feelings of a rose, Seemingly sweet aroma of scarlet, Yet one touch makes a harlot, Thorns protrude and penetrate your skin, Against good nature to your kin.

0

Dec 5, 2012

Dec 5, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC

Dissidence

He turns his back to me, A exasperated attempt to flee, Those feelings which arose, Those feelings of a rose, Seemingly sweet aroma of scarlet, Yet one touch makes a harlot, Thorns protrude and penetrate your skin, Against good nature to your kin.

8