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The Black Death was a sad little boy. He'd no friends, no family, or neighbours. He met with rats, they liked him lots, their hearts sure did belabour. They spread the word, and soon they carried, A little boy named Black Death. The rats they call
I can be the dyed rose petals scattered on your bed Whispering of love's lost chances, piercing veins instead Now we've scattered too, like them, who've long since lost their voice
The wind guides the bayou’s surface dancing in rippling patterns, they masquerade around the trees’ and whistle a soft tune. Crickets applaud. Ducks rally.
I'm the Big Dog—VY Canis Majorisin the Big Dog constellationthat's why you still adore usHowling loudly—I'm a star!Among the biggest known to manDistinctly visible from afarso don't look for me at Cannes!
While sitting in a small, dimly-lit coffee shop, my eye is caught by a small decorative pillow sulking in the corner on a long wooden bench.
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
The little people in my head never go away. There’s anxiety, Finding the negative in the outside world.
Ode To the Wind I love to watch you wind, as you sway the trees and blow across the fields in a gentle breeze, but I wonder where you go. You disappear sometimes
Along the footpath home, I espy an old apple tree. Branches grabbing past the heavens for something more significant.
Inspired by the following: The Book Thief - personification. The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. Thor:Ragnarok - Hela, the goddess of death.
She is pure. I will defile her. I will force my thought I will offer my woes I will share my joys and she will take them oberiantly. she will suffer my ink I will exploit all she has to offer so
Roughly Windswept fickle hairs, Motley, many, green and fair An Intricate commodity Blindly trampled haughtily Each so glossy, keen and thin All will fall, though none know when
My name is known by most. The most people don't like me. I drive you insane, slowly, but surely. I drag you down. You try to find a release from me, but I take the fun out of even the most exciting things.
i blind those that blaspheme my omnipresent and invisible nature. to my shoving nudges you deny and you tear and shield your eyes from
The city bright and sweet Reflecting the drops of rain The paved stones glitter with amusement Usually alive but now slowly dying
Within the corners there are shadows And within the shadows there is a woman Named Miss Mary Maddows Mary isn’t quite merry
Dear Love, You’re a force of destruction Masked in a veil of comfort. You combine two hearts into one Just to sever them like an ax to a flourishing tree. You fly under the radar
Countless seconds go by. Minutes, hours, days. My work goes unnoticed, but still I'm steady in my ways. Don't get me wrong someone appreciates what I do. But they only see what is done,
I have devils in my pocket. Two little devils. They snag crumbs from my plate, They wait patiently outside the shower, They sit on my night stand as I sleep. Sometimes they are more noticable,
You lurk in the dark, Stalking night, Creeping by, Feet quick, Tongue quicker, Once a lover, Always my demon, Haunt me like a ghost, But hold me like a lover, You are no friend of mine.
You fear me coming Some of you long for me, unfortunately I put you out of misery and replace the spot with loved ones The elixir of life will save you Find that and it wards me off
I rest in the closet for most of the year,
The burning flail of debris hints to the undertake of the bed, it screams at my village and is said to burst. The same fear we share has led to this endless curse
I’m finding it rather hard to live with Who I Am. Especially when Who I Am can be so despicable. Sometimes, she mentions things I don’t plan on thinking about.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time, He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
Poetry found mewhere darkness embodied my soul.When all my bad deeds refused to allow me to seek forgiveness,Poetry found me.
There's so much in my mind that I don't understand, things that I should let go, instead of burying in my head.
Colors so happy Floating together at times clasping hands Changing colors as if to blush Dancing and swirling in, out, and around Mounds of fabric, bands and clamps Create the music for the Tie Die dance.
The rivers are my friends When I need a break from men the rivers are there When I need to lay my body down to weep the rivers are there When everybody and their souls have gone on home the rivers are there
Silky, soft, snow white skin Glowing red, a hinting grin Locks of blazing fire trickle near Graceful life soon shall begin Twinkling blue eve so clear, Framing brazen green, so sincere
I was never graced with such sorrow Until Sorrow did grace me He landed on my door step And what other choice Than allow him to retrieve
The clouds creep into my thoughtsAs if they were a fleet of battleships Controlling the waters of my mind This new shore that they arrive on is a paradise home only to me.
She's not sure which matters So as voices of conciousness and wisdom enter They only glide across her ears inquire at the door of logic's acceptance and are silently lead through the corridor
White little flakes, I see you coming down From the heavy clouds, as if wearing a downy gown Some go on houses and some on the ground Some seem pointy and some seem round It's snowing again
Without us, you would not be here Standing on the now polluted ground Without us, you would always fear Of what might happen if you are found Without us, you cannot see The joyful things that are here today
He noticed me and picked up a brush; he is his canvas. He was missing a few stripes and wanted to fill them in. Black streaks fly across the painting; the strokes looked almost skin like.
If I could take the best parts of the world and put them all together, It would look a lot like you. Galaxies for eyes and the smell of Autumn leaves as your colonge, I would hear your approach,
Your beauty surpasses that of women, Though poets compare their features to you. Soft hill’s curves are better to examine, Long hairs are pretty but long streams are true,
I used love as a compass but it ended up using me taking so much that I lost everything my fingers still try to read palms searching for your pattern empty-handed attempts to right all wrongs
If you can guess what I am You’ve probably seen me More than one can imagine I run through your body Like bodies of water Nothing stops me But the 3 layers of your skin
I have many names.Some call me Aphrodite or Venus,But you know me as Beauty. Don’t listen to what others say.I am not vain,Only aware I am what God wanted in Eden.Am I wrong for enjoying what I was handed?
White as snow. The dead trees With no leaves. Animals hibernating In a deep sleep. The night is silent. The water flows Calmly. Woosh! Woosh! The wind blows in, Giving the night
In a nearby field, there lives a rose, as wild a creature as an unbridled stallion, an old friend of mine.
Letters so big, Words so tall. The pencil will write Until life is null. Letters collaborate, Words are formed, Soon a sentence Is out the door.
I step into the grass Feel each soft, dew-slick blade
I never knew what love was like That was until I met you How could I forget? Your smile, your eyes the way you fret It made me feel like I was invincible. All that changed one day.
How often do you come around anymore without me requesting you? How long will you stay before leaving abruptly once again, because you can’t stand the warmth of a familiar touch.
Loneliness creeps in, like a fox, quiet and sly. His face is pale, his clothes are stained with a grey dye. When he approaches, you will grow cold as a stare, But you don't know how close you are to being ensnared.
Heartbreak lays in bed at night, While tears stream down her face. The thoughts run through her head, as she wonders why he doesn't feel the same, When all she did was adore him.
Hear me out My love. The sun rises each morning To greet you. Its eternal heat aims to keep You warm.
Once you told me that you wanted to be a raindrop
The silence that comes to my eyes when they are closed is one of which all other senses are jealous. At night,
My ears: they are the best of friends, and any quarrels my brain mends. That car is coming from your left proclaims the first, so smart and deft.
Look at the glistening waves, gliding in and out
Do you see my unicorn?She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
Black digits above the door, Like a guard above the exit. Why do you take so long to change? I can’t wait to get out. This staring is giving me a headache. The pain I feel is described in one word, hell
Love is a martyr of the purest intention, An unaltered pursuit towards salvation and redemption, Embodied in the birth of One, A truer personification has never been done.
Turning and spinning Round and round We go Losing sight of What we love Most The water rushes Past us Over us Under us Suddenly we are
A suffering rose, abandoned there, on a lonely windowpane, not sparing a stare. Looks up at the sky, as a lost cause, nowhere to go, no place to pause. Weeping quietly,
The wandering wind, a playful dog,/ Floats into the city, desperate for love./ Nudging people playfully, puffing, blowing lovingly,/ Would be satisfied with the slightest smile,/ But not even that is given./ They zip up their jackets and go on the
What if poetry was a person?Personified with the gleem in their eye?Would it be a man or a woman?Would he be bulky and buff, or tall and lanky?Would she wear glasses and use the tips of her fingers to push them up?
I’m a little tear drop falling from her eye She seemed to be so happy, don’t know what made her cry. It cannot be the weather, for the sun is warm and shining And it cannot be a harsh word heard, cuz she continues smiling.
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,
If I should try to love you I would love you like the sky. I’d be patient through our trials, calm like clouds that drift on by. There would be days that just like rain water would drip and fall,
Life is hard as a pair of laces Always by feet, never by faces I want to see the beauty of a world up high I ache for space and air and sky I detest the dirt and condemn the smell
Stress bites on her pencils, her mind never stopping. Worry tells her a thousand things she needs to do, a thousand things she needs to work on. Stress gets a headache as Doubt whispers she'll never get it all done.