powerofwords

Learn more about other poetry terms

It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
  It was at the tender age of 11, In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven. I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
  I believe in words, Beautiful words, Ugly words. Words that create, Words that destroy.   I can’t tell you enough, That words are my strength, That words are my weakness.
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will tear you down, turn your smile into a frown, and crush your soul.  They plant in your mind an image that tortures your self-confidence until you’re sure that all yo
Under these lip are surely words you wouldn't be able to see nor imagine. Open your mind and let it close in Let your eyes talk words that your mouth can't say Imagine your touch could persuade others to stay..
London Bridge is falling down I speak fire from my bones I bleed hot ice from my eyes   The bridge is dead I am alive I bleed blue ink   From my eyes I see From my ears I hear
Life aint nothing but a little passing thing I move, learn, and talk yet Nothing seems to change Stuck in a cycle of never ending motions Words and actions are nothing but a poisonous potion
Subscribe to powerofwords