Poems from angreenfields
Alexius, known to their friends as Alex, is currently writing poetry in Minneapolis, MN, USA. They write with heavy metaphor and intense emotion, or at least try to. Their interests include foreign languages, English arts, feminism, and sticking it to the man.
My professor wants me to analyze a poem
And why at the end there are two
Enjambèd lines with only one word.
Who wants to tell this...
My shoulder hurts. I have woken up
The clock reads 12:15.
For a moment, I thought it meant PM
I realize I fell asleep at 6.
I turn on...
Turn a rose over in your palm
I have made it for you
Lift a teacup up and drink
I have brewed it for you
A finger on a twisting greeny...
I watch her
She breathes
And silently, I ask her
Marry me
The words catch in my throat so evilly
For the sake of what
Do I yearn for you...
Give me a gentleness sweeter than the turn of the earth
And the rosy red faithfulness that pours from your lips
If I love you, I will...