Tagged: new poetry

Poem About Vices 0

Ode To My Vices

Poem You dull my mind And turn me blind But I need you Don’t I? Don’t lie. I need truth too. I hate you, so much, But I can’t give you up. “I think...

Poetry About Life 0

The Price of Life

Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...

visionary spoken word 0

Visionary

Spoken Word Never fed Always full Tries to hold Hands never empty Forever on time Rooms always empty Sometimes glad For the echoes Perhaps the silence Is a cure Only one day It will...

read love poems 0

My Captain

Love Poem   I saw you gliding o’er the water, rowing in a steady, slow rhythm toward the place on the sand where I stood, in the white wash of the words you whispered...

memory poem 1

Smell Haunting

Poem   I walked in And the smell Took me back Like a time-travel machine To a place Where I crept in fear From room to room Skulked in the smoke, And drank bitter...

poem about wandering 1

Constant Wanderer

Poem I am a constant wanderer Whose home is scattered And whose feet never rest Among the numerous roads I have an urge to get lost I am a constant wanderer Whose limits are...

finding yourself poems 0

The Uncomfortable Chair

Poem it stands still underneath the sun ray wooden engraved with the history of my life and existence tears of waking up mixed with the first smile and fear of the unknown that snakes...

end of summer poem 2

Starless Sky

Poem   The sky has darkened, full of clouds and frost. The summer has died all the beauty is lost. Ugly mountains are before me! Endless winters to console me. There is only one...

lonesome poem 0

Cinderella

Poem There is a girl who sits on the wooden floor, no roof; The clouds floating by overhead as if down a river. She sits there in the sunlight, sorting leaves, Pushing them in...

hopelessness poem 0

Life Without A Star

Poem   Behind the bars of iron cities, under clouds of smoke, you try to touch the sky, you have forgotten what’s a star… The sky is never blue, but pale and grim, you...

Green 0

A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum

A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...

what is true happiness poems 0

Happiness – Part Two

Poem These things… That keep joy without a ploy Sort in the human race Easier said than hello trying to see peace and joy In these time we need love For select few it’s...