marissa-kohlman
I'm a full-time mommy and a full-time healthcare worker who would love to be a full-time writer. I find I tend to do my best writing when I am completing a challenge or competing in a competition, so I'm going to give myself challenges on here from time to time and I invite you all to join in on them if you'd like! / / The "What Dreams May Come" poetry challenge is now over. Please stay tuned for the next!
Alluring maiden
Skirts of green foam flash and twirl
Her song draws me in
Arms of sweet salt embrace me
Silken promises whispered
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
My palms are getting sweaty
My heart begins to pound
I’m running down the hallway
Strange faces all around
In my hand’s a crumpled schedule
I can’t read it anyway
Where is that freaking classroom?!
The final is today!!
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I stare at you
Through a small tear between dreams
and reality.
So this is where you were hiding all this time.
Immortal, after all.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I step in the shower,
You follow me in.
Clear water
Ivory skin
Blue tiles
Ebony sin
Hmm, no one is watching,
Let's do it again....
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I walked past the shop and felt eyes watching me.
I stopped in my tracks and thought, “Can it be?”
From the wall hung a tiny man made of straw
With black beads for eyes and a gaping maw.
He looked at me, and I looked at him,
And without even meaning to, I stepped on in.
The shop owner saw me. “You like him, eh?”
My head moved up and down, but my brain screamed, “No way!”
The straw man was packaged in a brown, paper bag.
I pulled out my wallet and then I paid.
I was handed my purchase and was told, “Good day.”
And I swear my bag chuckled as I walked away.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
She was named after the sea
And her eyes were the color of waves crashing on a stormy day.
And yet,
There she was...
Landlocked.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Black convertible
Top down
Starry sky above.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
The answer is one and the same:
My love.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Whispered voices fill the halls
Ghostly hands reach from the walls
And yet my heart, it feels no fear
As I seek out the voice I hold so dear
Icy fingers grasp my arms
Gasping voices promise harms
I fight against them with each step
You can’t have me, not quite yet
But then I see your shadowed face
Veiled in a web of spider lace
So then, my dear, I’m much too late
And with a final kiss, you seal my fate….
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
It's one a.m. with yellow skies.
I peer above with fearful eyes.
What is this mess?
The end of the world?
An alien invasion?
A nuke unfurled?
Half the world runs helter skelter,
While the other half parties. "Screw taking shelter!"
And you, my love,
Are in group number two.
And in this moment
I wish I was too.
But you see the fear, alive in my eyes,
As they search and search these doomsday skies.
You draw me close,
So warm and alive,
And together, I think,
We might just survive.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
I rest my head between bed and sky
As countless worlds tip-toe on by
And I try
Oh, I try
As I open my eyes
To keep your hand in mine.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC