Tagged: poem 1

poem about lonely love 0

Save Me

Poems   Save me from the past, lay down, next to me and whisper softly until my end.   Save me from my sorrows, drink my poison and melt this winter, snow and years....

poem about getting older 0

The Lost Age of Show-and-Tell

Poem   Time drowns us like quicksand, the hourglass has a wide waist Eighteen years are reduced to memory, you grasp blindly for your vanished youth The little girl’s toothy grin is replaced by...

Doors are Metaphors 0

Aperture

There is a steel door, it’s heavy, requires my feet firmly planted, body shifted, I must tug with my biceps, abdominals, squinted eyes, clamp my jaw. With all that force it may budge, open...

Splendor and Filth 0

Splendor and Filth

My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...

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Is It Too Late To Change My Name

Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...

giving up poem 1

Woe of the Ballerina

Poem   There once was a girl named Pearl. Upon a stage she did twirl. But dancing is tough she wasn’t skinny enough so in the bathroom she hurled. The days and the nights...

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Another Day

Poem   Today, I am resurrected again. The periodicity of a new day has awakened me from my slumber reign. Tracing the footsteps of the Lazarus, I stand on this shrine; Of another chance....

aggressive poem 0

Addictions

Poem   Givens: things you can’t subtract -and those you won’t. Time was needle-sharp when new to separate skins. Each longs for unadulterated blood: the fresh pink veins of childhood’s girl, the blue of...

one-night stand 0

One-Night Stand

Poem   Scent of lust swarms into them, Love challenged by lust, Lust and love entwined. Tantalizing foreplay, Sensuous massage, The nail strokes, the pinch, Play of the Tongue, a whisper of sweet nothings....

poc problems 0

POC Problems

Spoken Word   Every person of color’s favorite question to be asked is: “What are you?” “WHAT am I?” Well, I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. Nah, let me tell...

contemporary poetry 0

Have You?

 Poem   Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen the rest of your life? Or the end of it? Have you ever been away from someone and you missed them so much...

poem about fall season 2

Last Pieces of Summer

Short Poem   What are you doing!? Stop using your broom To brush the crunch away from my morning walk, To wipe away that crispy carpet. Don’t sweep up the last yellow pieces of...