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American
A chiseled face hovers above, Panting and red, And I force myself to love him, Because nobody else does, And I force myself to love him, Because I have none to love. The memories of a heightened voice, Screaming no, While others say yes. And the pain of being stretched, And the agony of being left, When he was the one screaming yes. I've lost my will to love.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
Untitled
If dirt be for the poor, I am an oak, But I take what I may from the barren soil.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Famine
Completely now, but Never before, Had I compared this room to a tomb. and silently I remain, keeping quiet, While mind and body waste away.
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
Untitled
Grandmother, stroke my hair until I fall asleep Like the late nights when mother would come home stumbling Hold me in your lap and let me tell you my childish secrets, My wishes and hopes and dreams. Grandmother, teach me to color inside the lines, With a picture of a woman holding a banner covered in hearts. And walk with me on a dirt path That leads to our small home. Grandmother, open your wondrous blue eyes again, The eyes that hold my childhood. And bring me back to those days. When everything was blissful
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
Grandmother.
Here I am with seeds you've planted, Growing reckless. And every word he says I now despise And every smile is soiled. And every dream i had of him, now leaves me disgruntled. And you've planted many seeds and they've just begun to bloom. With every waking moment my mind is captivated by you. And as his memory fades. The stem and the petals die. But the roots remain.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
Seeds
My blood flow switched. Now it's head to heart. My mind's made up before the heart can reason. And palms become dry and sweat turns cold. and fear becomes the same as joy.
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
Perplexed
The cold makes you porcelain. I pray your porcelain's sustained. Please stay like this forever. An infinite image remains Of Beauty in veins Shown blue in skin now pallid evermore. Why can't I join you In dreams of winter and eternal brumal slumber. If only I could grant myself, Frigid serenity and repose. And come to find you once again Dancing in November snow
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
Porcelain.
Shadows cross your face and spread wide across the hills. The valleys of your beauty. Beauty so far from my reach Close enough to touch me. Just too far to care.
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 8:51 AM UTC
Covet