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ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ ʇɹɐd∀ ǝɯ ʞɔıd uɐɔ noʎ 'ǝǝɹʇ ʇınɹɟ ∀ ɥʇɐǝuǝq ǝɯ ʎɹnᙠ
But I’ll never wake Up black With long limbs And midnight skin Nope. Because this hand is Gripping blonde
Oh look how the rose withers. Oh look how the petals fall. With time it begins to shrivel, Till time fine’ly makes its call.  
  I was ten I remember it, sweetened and bitter, like it was just an hour ago.   I still hear the voices harsh, rasping,
I rest in darkness and despairYet dawn cuts through blackHope floods in, answer to prayerAll systems go: we seem on track
Continually you ask that piece of polished silver
We don't get to timeour crises of faith,do we? When thebite has gone outof the bourbon itseems as thoughjokes are not funny,as they used to be.
A man on a couch. Jason--on a couch. Slowly I can see the muscles tighten into place. Small Semi-Circles form under the windows, And a smile rests comfortably on his face: Comfortable where no one knows
My tongue will not spill No. I want to give her the world. No! she deserve the world. From my rib that is why He created Girl. She is so dangerous, avoid the eyes. Her voice is like an Angel, so check your pulse for evidence that you are alive.
Memory let your montage play in the theater of my mind to an audience of one. Clips and pieces, images with sounds: they scatter on the screen as shape is taken and form is whole,
Why not me. Look at them, they seem so happy Hand in Hand, drowning in the endless pools of each other's eye Oceans of euphoria, smiles real big like a child watching fireworks
Once there was a boy with a heart so big A heart so willing to give, give and give A heart so forgiving and filled with joy A common trait in such a little boy
I am a sensitive loving person. I wonder where my passion for life will take me. I hear my destiny calling. I see pain turning into forgiveness. I want the truth to be seen. I am a sensitive loving person.
This Poem is my everything. If you can, just listen and let me know what you think!
Its you that I've been waiting for The one who would sweep me back to shore Why do I fall so easily When the words you used were so cheesy my heart beats fast You were my first and I was hoping my last
when I watch the patchwork of stars ten thousand galaxies away when I watch you go - orbit away from me as I stay stagnant we are, feelings fall away like dust plummet to the earth
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