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There’s some days when I still wonder about youHow your life isWhat you are up toWho you hang withBut what I really ponder on is if you ever think about me.And if it’s still like before...negatively.I’m not even sure what happened in the past, why
The bloods of disdain became apparent over time I'd have trekked a million hells only to say it wasn't mine And the rough terrain was rocky and ill structured like we; Found lost, exposed, and alone each time
- Stanza 1: Son Hello? Who are you? You are me. But I'm not. I mean I'm what their I's want me to be. I am who they are. And they are who I am. But now I look at the I AM,
There I was, caught in labyrinth. Time & time again I found myself lost. Following Cupid's arrow. Round & round I turned. Still I was a fool to not admit my denial. Chasing an arrow not meant for me.
Pages; pages I write and pages I seek. I search to find a source of comfort, I strive to find a pen and paper, But my hands are shy; my fingers weak. Ink; ink that splatters, ink that stains.
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Bottled sounds seep; escape.Our noise mimics semi trucks.All in fluid motion
Can the next being in my life, Be somewhat like a revelation? Your mouth being the bible, Preaching me into a trance Falling into your waters Sheba vision realizing its truth
Ach, oh my Lord, how do you see my days? Are they hollow or full? -- I look floundering through haze. Yet seeking, I'm steadied by unceasing love. Softly, I'm certain, you'll chart out my path,
It seems we are doomed to watch the way mankind ravages itself, tearing and yanking blowing holes in itself until the Titanic could float better than it. we see the kidnappings and rape
Searching I found it The thing I seek Good times, or bad times I will never share it While the drum is beating, I’ve still got air. There a bullet in my heart
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
It will be a while till I am fine Until this jumbled mess in my cold chest That used to pump in its warm nest Is recognizable enough… to be called mine
Have you ever woke up and felt like you were dreaming? Like you couldn't get up? You were stuck?
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
"Here you go" They said. "Here is your little bundle of joy" Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past. At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts. I couldnt help it.
Love May I lay with you? It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness. Nor to feel a sexual pleasure. Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
All I have ever wanted was the Stars Painted across my flesh and bone Orion's Belt tight around my waist My heart filled to the brim with light of the Moon My eyes wicked like the wrath of Mars
A mountain so high and intimidating, It has always been gazed upon with the faint eyes of desire, though often mistaken. Many begin this climb with ambitions and beliefs only to be morphed, added upon;
What might be okay today won't be okay tomorrow. When your mind allows impulses to take over, it's like you're giving up, you gave up your strength. Strength is usually what helps me through,