Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
she is not by my side.
It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
how cold her fingers are,
And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
You don't really need to know how to write poetry to be a poet.
Talk about sad things.
Start new lines in the middle of your
sentences.
Break up - words,
Punctuate?
Punctuate incorrectly;
Talk about
cigarettes and coffee
And how rainy days remind you of him
Capitalize Words For No Reason.
Make Them Seem Important.
lowercase words for shyness and naiveté.
Curse as much as you ******* want.
Be ANGRY
sad...
Anything you want to be.
Poetry is art.
Art is subjective.
And you are the artist.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
I'm looking up at the moon
And I pray
That somewhere in the sky
Someone is listening
Whether it's a god
A goddess
Or some other being
I pray
I pray you are looking
at the same moon,
Praying that you are praying for me too.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
What does drowning feel like?
Darkness, slowly approaching
Running out of breath
Or
Weight pressing down on your chest;
No man can
Imagine
No man can live, drowning
Going, going, gone
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
I am but a Monster...
Monsters fall in love too
And, in fact, this Monster
has fallen deeply for you
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
I am Band-Aids and scraped knees,
the smell of ten candles, the noise of sour piano keys.
Witty humor, hot tempers, thumps of engineer boots
Boston accents and wise words are my roots.
"Be respectful to others, most importantly to you,"
"Be nice to the elders and the toddlers too"
I am who I am, and was taught to be
I come from my words, my thoughts, I am me.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Heaven is boring
Earth is not the place for me
Hell is too crowded
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
If you want me to leave,
then just say so
to avoid my pain and sorrow.
If you want me to leave,
just say goodbye
so I will try not to cry.
If you need me to leave,
set me free
although what has happened I can't believe.
If you want me to leave,
then I will go
but you're the one who told me so.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC