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yoni-sav
yoni-sav
"Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers." / Isaac Asimov
Trees, gods of summer, defend you from light Provide you with fruit and cast pain away. Trees in the summer give from their might, shed you as you find your way In autumn they wither away Wounded by ice spears and and arrows of cold. Leaves fall, naked and stark they stand. In winter, in cold, they crack, and they fall As clouds take the sky, they concead the battle. Nothing lasts forever. In spring they may rise, with heat and some love all that was lost might come again. The mighty gods, lost in the fight, may rise to the battle In summer they protect from the light. Until winds of winter come again...
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
Trees
Flowers on a grave midgets in a rave colours with no name filling you with shame throwing down your shield while strolling through a field picking up a sword So young it's old You won the fight Power-up unlocked: flight Congratulations! You have met our expectation now back to school You fool
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Fight the midgets
my toe in the water testing what will bite my mouth in the water trying to bite back my body in the water ready to be eaten alive
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
swim
distance can be measured by the sadness in my heart for I am feeling worse the more we are apart
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Distance
I love you not because you're good looking I love you not because you're caring I love you not because you dote on me I love you not because your smiles are sweet I love you not in lust of your crevice or orifice or skin I love you because without you I feel incomplete within.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Why I Love You
Running against the wind as I am fighting windmills for my health
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
working out
I have the muse I have the words I have the need I have the force yet when I try, I come up dry and end up, for the worse
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
writing out of satisfaction
writing this   sort of conversation I am having with myself is writing down my life as preparation for my death
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
writing for my death
I don't get why our talk would make it so much better but that's how feelings work No sense whatsoever
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
talking
Can't I just be happy? just this one time? Why can't I be happy without feeling guilty? Maybe I'm asking for too much.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
why does the wrong things feel right?