#GoingInCircles
Everywhere I go, everywhere I look I see men and women alike Repeating the same routines day by day Like a toddler circling the block on his trike It seems to be the way of the world today Back to the same place over and over again An everlasting...
philisofical moment.txt
Men have cried for horses, money, sanctuary, and even God but none have cried harder than for when they want love it tears it shreds it claws and it murders yet we clamber further for it we let it blind us and give us strength it destroys...
Foot Falls (Hold My Hand)
Leaves falling down. Brown leaves, pale green leaves, purple leaves. The wind picks up. Lakes start freezing. The waters grow cold. Ice is forming. Rain is transforming into snow flakes. A slow transition. The days grow bleak. Warmth leaves the air,...
Poem of the dragon
_I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ Restless night, due passing dawn Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn Till the sun may rise, the skies...
Pot City
Oh, man... can you feel it? Let's hit it! I'm down... So much work to wear The crown... Pot city, can you feel it? Let's be real; it doesn't kill; It's not legal; still I feel Regal... If I can take a hit, And nobody gives a...
The Sex Scene - A Poem
I write Like I know what sex is, Like I have enough exes To go through the intricacies, And not fall into fallacies Of what romance means Besides taking off shirts and jeans And being unclean, Having dirty thoughts, And yelling the...
Dancing Away the Human - A Poem
Dancing When you don't know how, Still feels good. Two left feet don't matter. Because you forget your human body And find a better one For the length of a melody. Taken away Carried by regret Hugged by your inhibitions And snuggled by...
Stillness
free verse, but has some structure to it, because i like rhyme schemes and such. haven't written a poem i've deemed decent enough for uploading anywhere in a few years, so kinda nervous about this and the next few.
The Beast Within
#13 of poetry a free verse poem in the abstract about what life with depression can be like. apologies to anyone in advance if this acts as a trigger.
Tiny Candles
This was my first attempt at free verse poetry; it does not rhyme or have a meter, but now you know where i stand.
Isle Dreamscape
Forever out of reach, White sands covered in green. Strangely enough on these seas, Tropical though they be to these eyes of mine, Every single one holds nothing but pine. So I marvel at impossible trees, And waters that hold a perfect sheen,...
I Dream of the Deep
Water flows o'er the winding stair, though lo and behold 'tis not but air. The walls speak falsely of their type, the glass ripples and jumps to the wind's pipe. Endless towers bright and bold, What stories do you tell beneath the waves,...