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Little Girl That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
This is an open letter to all those who came before me. To those who paved , built , and walked through the perilous path of life before me.
Dear regret, You are the keeper of every Disappointment in my life, Of all the times I wish that I Had stopped to think first and
I wish I could melt memories of rainy Moon Township days with the newer ones, in which I see myself drinking watered-down beer (and hating it)!
They say the past is unimportant or that you should let it go, but how can it be unimportant when I smell the Febreeze and cigarette smoke intertwining to take me back to my childhood home
I often daydream of our past. You were once my happiness, But in a single moment you could take it all away. You tried to change me, Never saw the best in me, only bringing out the worst in me.
Through the years my heart had been stifled The childhood songbird lost its voice And the feathers of its wings were plucked Until all that was left was withered
I find myself telling all my business on the internet but only if you can't hear me. I can't know if you've seen this and I hope like hell you won't realize who it's about.
My entire life There's been a ghost following me The ghost of a child That I used to be The ghost of a fool Naive and unaware
Blackened thoughts. Vital signs. Retribution. What's left inside. Memories start to disappear. The older I get the more they become unclear.
Red. Really really red. Theres red like your cheeks when you laugh and theres red like April’s dress but then there’s alligator ice, fruit punch red. Not just streaks or strokes
Of all the things my life has led to I never would have guessed it would lead to you I was inexperienced quite,
I once found the bones of a crow.I found another crow laying next to it,Crying in agony.It was dying,Just as the one next to it had. It laid there screaming in pain.It could not help itself,
your gone now just a distant memory but i got everyone telling me " I though you guys was ment to be "
All these pictures stare me in the face It’s nothing like your embrace I just wish there was a trace of you To show, to stand to prove
Is it strange That I have this feeling It's been years since I lived My life has passed by So fast, so invisibly I've had no time to use it If I could catch it Perhaps I'd have a chance
I’m the English nerd Never having enough Shakespeare on hand analyzing movie plots as if they were books wondering if in reality we are just a story with a destiny with some author out there
Hello, goodbye My, time sure will fly Many people come, many people go Either in large, wide groups or on on their own, solo Feeling very ecstatic, feeling unfortunate and sad
Pen on paper, Black on white, Alone and bored on that day I reached inward And created a few companions, They laughed and played On sun-lit beaches As I smiled and looked on I gave my creations