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Terrin Leigh Jun 2015
cold, in the ground
memories lost,
morning frost.
groggy sound
intriguing resound.
familial contact tossed
layaway, high the cost
no fireplace recounts abound
one of five
inexplicable tragedy
attempt at Gatsby
his history contrive,
implore, answers fragile
the handful uncovered - ghastly
sonnet for the memories lost
Terrin Leigh Jun 2015
child's pose, crumpled like a rough draft
can't curl up any tighter,
she burrows within her protective shell

she begs aloud for reprieve
from the air she breathes
the depths of her soul cry

sutured sadness manifests in untamed tears

the atmosphere is weighted;
with effort, she fill she fills her lungs
with life

silent, stagnant, stale.
permanent, powerless position
time won't stop; she falls behind

running in place, motion averted
the fight within her is gone
her whimpers interrupted --

with a knock

his arms, safe and secure,
gently lift her weary soul
dawn breaks
I've been sitting on this poem for a while.
I think I like it.

Free verse.
  Jun 2015 Terrin Leigh
Julia Elise
Words like knives.
Spoke like rain.
Everything he said drove me insane.

Lips like cherries.
Tongue like viper.
Everything I said, shot down, ******.

Eyes like storms.
Ears like caves.
Everything I said echoed back like waves.

Hands like hooks.
Arms like vines.
Every word he spoke, twist, entwine.

Laugh like witch.
Smile like Chesire cat.
Everything he gave, he took back.

Thinks like humans.
Soul like ice.
Every bullet was from him, don't have to think twice.

Memories like sunset.
Boy like moon.
Everything I had would be gone too soon.
the idea behind the "thinks like humans" is that humans are the most selfish animal.
  Jun 2015 Terrin Leigh
Julia Elise
She's what I long to be.
God brought her to me.
Beautiful, loving and kind.
I'm happy to call her mine.

Daughter my parents never had.
To have her I'm so glad.
She knows just what to say.
No matter what, come what may.

Best friend to call my own.
But the coop she already has flown.
So her wisdom she passes on.
We have a special "sibling" bond.

Although not the same descent.
And our relationship recent.
I am proud to call her.
My favourite older sister.
Cheesy poem for my sister Terrin❤️
Terrin Leigh Jun 2015
tiny, blue frame; dented and worn
weak whisper, fragile heart
means that allowed, a quiet trust to born
silent cries, a retrospect start

impossibly ignored, bold change
you first, a timely trade, pre-arranged
confident, commanding; one-eighty in stride
elated; awaiting the destination of this ride
Terrin Leigh Jun 2015
strip me naked, deteriorating worth
bruised and broken, perfect porcelain façade
hidden degradation, Holy love unearth
vulnerable prey, inescapable ****
mended by the Healer, washed clean in rebirth
loved completely, though ***** and stained and flawed
allure unimagined, inconceivable  
wed in white, pure, beautiful, receivable

anticipated return, He's coming back
in victorious glory, He holds his bride
with Him, restoration; there's nothing I lack
when the notion of grace settled in, I cried
hesitant, yet desiring your closeness
timid, wrapped in your gentle arms, I confide
many times I tried, my head won, and I stopped
teacher of trust; I, as Your own, you adopt
ottava rima
5.21.15
Terrin Leigh Jun 2015
pivotal point.
crucial chronology.
momentous moment.
determining decision.
essential epoch.
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