Poetry is not what the poet has to say,
It's what the reader wants to read.
It is not something to be taught in schools,
But to by learned by the heart.
Because maybe then,
People would be able to read people better.
Perceive them as more than just bodies,
See true souls instead of the outer nobodies.
Because what more are people,
Than just the universe's poetry?
Meant for more than just judgement,
Made and created to be loved.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Could be on the highest shelves
Or in the grin of a Christmas elf.
You lose yourself,
you find yourself.
Could be in the darkest realms,
Dotted with the twisted arms of gloomy elms.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself,
No matter on what path you chose to dwell,
No matter whose heart your thoughts cause to swell.
You lose yourself,
You find yourself.
Look into your own eyes,
That's where the demons tend to hide.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
We were but embers,
Making memories and mischief to remember.
We were but sparks,
Here a shy glance and there a sly remark.
Alas, we were but ashes,
As fires are meant to burn us mortals.
No escapes. No portals.
We were but yellow heat,
A tangle of passionate arms, legs and feet.
We were but blue flames,
What broke us apart was it the lies or the deceitful games?
Alas, we were but ashes,
As fires are meant to burn us mortals.
No escapes. No portals.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
Be perfect they say
Be clean
But who says clean is perfect?
Does the lotus not rise
From the depths of the marshy lands?
Perfection in the harsh, ***** world.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC