Hold On
Anyway, this is a free verse thingy that i spat out just now, and i couldn't think of a title. if inspiration strikes me again then i'll actually give it a proper name. although, if someone suggests a title, and i use it, i will credit you that.
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,...
Hands//Paws - A Poem
Hands aren't meant to feel this weird I'm not meant to spend all day looking They're not meant to rash They're not meant to bloody They're just supposed to be, Another part of your body That we use as tools, To try not to damage Too delicate,...
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,...
Suicide
Suicide..so taboo, eh? when we think about death...we are scared. is there a god? will i be happy? will i go to hell? will it hurt to go? will i just rot in the ground? these and more we ask ourselves. we all die..eventually. but some people are filled...
Moonlight Lovers
Oh, ballad of old Telling tales so oft told Grace us with your stories once more Of a time that has come and gone; existing no more A quiet story of a young and tender love Pure and gentle as the moon high above Two young souls Tied together 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.
W.W.C - Mistletoe
A free verse poem about alex and sam, and how they kissed under the mistletoe as young teens.
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.
Shadows
Shadows...something that is always with you. An invisible friends when everything else has left you. A thing that does not judge you, or think anything of you. A shadow just sticks with you, No matter what. You can go through countless pain in your...
Love
Love..oh yes...fucking typical of a poet, innit? however..let's have a talk about it. Love...huh..you can't help but wonder..what is love, really? finding your hearts counterpart? the one who makes you complete? or is it just a biological politically...
#DaringToDream
My life; that's just what it is Many decades in the making Depending on however I go about it I've opened my eyes and now I'm waking I'm a young black man who happens to be a furry For some out there, it might seem somewhat scary Don't be...