Creeping
Crawling
Squirming
Scrawling
Clear and sticky thread
Might he crawl
Upon your wall
At midnight covered
In specks of
Crimson red
Seen and you
Might **** it too
This dreadful pest
Ends many lives
And won’t stop till it’s fed
Many limbs
With which it climbs
With jaws sharp
And poison great
No cure, it is said
Reading this poem you may
Be likely to think and say
A frightening, deadly spider
But no! It is a caterpillar
On which you should not tread
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Whilst looking far o'r
long time spreading moor
Cloaked in daisies white
There shall likely be
Bloss'ming cherry tree
Grasping at your sight
Brushing silently by
As daisies qui'tly sigh
As wind moves in flight
Long time you sought
And hard you fought
Not reaching low boughs height
Till setting down
For sun is drowned
Settled for the night
Just before you drift away
Something beckons you to stay
A calling in the night
Yellow and white flow'r
Both of no great pow'r
Standing to no great height
Forbidden by blistering sun
They Bloom when day is done
Sending petal into flight
Finally draws your eye
From boughs never nye
Form'ly insignif'gant beauty in sight
First blooms Flow'r of moon
Eve'ning Primrose thereafter soon
The second of yellow the first of white
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Do not call me beautiful
I will not believe you
I've gone through too much
All those days I rue
I will not believe you
After looking in mirrors
I have come to a conclusion
That leaves many in tears
The angle I see myself
Is different than your own
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Too much I have grown
Do not call me beautiful
I won't believe you
I've gone through too much
All those days I rue
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
The walls around my mind
Are Japanese screens
With intricate designs
Of memory
Printed on them
Easy to break
But easy to repair
The walls around my heart
Are made of obsidian
They protect a delicate city
Untouched, as of yet, by human hands
Hard to break
When they do
How much damage will be done?
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
A little brown bird
Could have the most lovely voice
See it and listen
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sleek is a sparrow
Lithe and narrow
Beautiful in its own tiny way
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
How very lovely
Is the nightingale's singing
Yet swans have no voice
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
So beautiful
A swan, born of jay and finch
How could this happen
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
A spark to a flame
A seed to a flower
All thinks grow
As they do, they devour
A child devours knowledge
As a plant devours light
As a flame devours wood
And all put up a fight
A beautiful hunger
It rages and spreads
Then suddenly stops
All but dead
As a flame dies out
And a flower dies
A child loses interest
The whole world cries
For it has lost
A mind so bright
A mind so brilliant
So full of light
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Careful
With what you say
Careful
With what you do
Careful
With what you think
All your life
You have to be so very careful
You must be careful what You write
Certain people may see it
And what will they think of you now?
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC