Poems from Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird.
I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday!
My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P
I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol
My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
The night is a hanging cluster of bruised black Hua Niu apples souring in the humidity. The buck’s bloated remains...
For Matt.
A clear stream I am drowning—winding through I...
The moon resembles a fat, golden doveperched on the dark horizon—wings stick out of the clouds.
The night is a closed chest—
someone is standing inside
under its vaulted,
holy black cloisters…
two someones, and
another dozen: they...
When I opened her cigar-charmed
home up, I...