Anne 3d
she
was                                                          ­                                          
                      ­                                      g.                                       the entire
                         d.                           n.                                             time.
                             r.                     i.                                                  
                                  o.          n.                ­                                    yet you
                                        w.                   ­                                        never did
                                                             ­                                          realize
                                                                ­                    
                                                                ­                                        how she
                                                             ­                                           f e l t  the
                                                          ­                                             entire time.
               
                                
  .
I wish more people would take feelings seriously or at the least be considerate towards them :)
Everywhere, It Haunts Me,
By the shape of his silhouette,
That black shirt, That messy hair,
Gone so fast in the blow of the air,

Fast forward, I know I saw him,
And remember how my skies turn blue,
We're built to fall, We're never gonna see each other anymore,
Blink of my eyes, and now he is gone,

Everything, Can comeback,
Because of the cast of his shadows,
My feelings,My unforgetable memories,
But every struck of lightning was so hard to capture,

Pauses, On My Breathe,
Everytime i see his silhoutte,
His Face,His gorgeous smiles,
But i thought I'd see him again....
Anne 6d
-  y  -

e                 r 
.
v                 e
        e      

morning with
you is like
a new
day.
the first word is "everyday", I wanted to show it like a clock (did you see the tiny dot in the middle?) intending that time passes by quickly when you choose to live with your special partner for life.

A fine play
of the
clay
soft
and sift
moistened
turns malleable
gathered and made
to spin on a slow wheel
formed with shaping hands
baked at a high temperature
comes out a beautiful craft
and both of 'em are ready
an urn from the pottery
and the poetry!!


Another shape poem......trying the analogy between poems and vases
Anne Aug 12
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Hg Aug 8
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
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V Exeter Jul 31
Douse: onyx
wick

candle
near its
base

Any day, past:
left

gone to
lonesome
dusk

absent: sol
z
z
  z
    s

descend.
sadist -
smug.

to die, or   face

fear

Not much
choice, is
there?
             [[it doesn't lessen, does it?]]

it never stops:
quick,

til morning's
away.
¿ ¿ ¿
¿ ¿ ¿
¿ ¿ ¿
¿.  ¿  ¿.  ¿
¿  ¿  ¿
a cup of poetic tea
now becomes ready
when emotions simmer
       on a flame dimmer  @
           with subtle swirls       @
            twirls and whirls         @
           added with words         @
          the aroma spreads        @
      strained out the waste  @
the perfect taste
and here it's ready
the poetry ...the tea!
Tried the shape poetry
Wyatt Jul 17
Nobody's born genuine,
you gotta build that mentality.
Do what you wanna do,
not what they want you to do.
You know you doing something right
when they look at you differently.
We ain't built different to be the same.
Make waves, take it day to day.
Break the box, change the game.
Make your craft, shape your name.

I can't tell you
how you should be,
you've gotta mold
your life for yourself.
People come and people go
of many different walks
with many different flows.
Don't tame yourself for anyone,
let your fire for life roam free.

I don't wanna be in your frame,
I'll be the guy taking the picture.
I'm gonna be the moon to your sun,
making waves higher than your walls.
I wanna write with the air in my lungs,
obtaining the knowledge of old
while I'm still living young.
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