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skyy
Canadian My poems say enough about me
To love you In secret burns through me. I can not hear the birds Singing to me. Your song echos Touch me I want to be devoured by you From within, I cry out to you but my surroundings paralyze us We cannot say it. Like salt statues of lovers I freeze when I turn to you Why, then, do you wait for me? I am stone, I am still, I will never catch up.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 11:50 PM UTC
I am stone
What world do you speak of That fetishizes the mother And turns it’s back on the infant Pursing Suckling Like a bee on a Carmellia in July What is inside of me that hasn’t Already been emptied? Do you every wonder, Why, we mothers Bake our children cookies Only to wrap our heads in cloth? And our husbands, God rest their souls, Will burn down the walls To put out the fire
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Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 11:04 AM UTC
Us Mothers
California sun kissed your cheeks California sun held you in her arms, Wrapped her hands around your neck Like the rope you hid in your closet I miss you. Do you remember picking flowers In our backyard Making homes for bugs Thinking we were keeping them safe Locking them away Do you think our parents Thought they were keeping us safe too? How many more times Did I need to tell you That I love you and couldn't live Without you For you to have stayed Missouri rain cradled you in her arms Kissed your track marks and told you There was nothing wrong Missouri sky's picked the needles out of Your arms Like I used to pick the splinters from Your fingertips I miss you.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Picking Flowers in December
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
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I didn't think you'd grow up to be so beautiful and so sad I wonder if you'll die before me your hair is so orange And your eyes green and your entire body kissed with freckles and your veins pierced with needles and your body poisoned With decay i am sorry I wasn't there to tell you to stop
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
too pretty to be in love with Herion
My mothers perfume is sweet but not like candy or fruit my mothers perfume is champagne when she exhales and wet concrete when she sobs in the dark my mothers perfume is laughter written on her face with $40 eyeliner that does not smudge when she cries my mothers perfume is her hair in my face when i fall asleep next to her on the couch my mothers perfume is not a smell but a feeling in my chest when I hug her
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
My mothers perfume
I remember how my world turned blue everything I saw was blue like we were under water now like when we fell asleep we were in the ocean but sometimes we were red like when you slapped me for no reason Like when you said you want to hurt me Like the ocean turned to blood and I was going to drown but then you said you love me and I could breathe again
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
relax
god is the way I feel when you are inside me I think I love you
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
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I'm lying on the cold concrete again Tonight I think there are bees in my Veins They must have snuck in threw my Heart I'm lying on my side again Tonight Because I don't want to choke on My ***** I'm lying on the cold concrete again Tonight The bees are stinging me and my veins are bursting Theres blood on this sidewalk I threw up and drew a smiley face In it
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
dear john