Hand of Love
#2 of hand poems this is the second of the hand poems. (tanka 5-7-5-7-7) **it was in that hand** **where all the fear left my soul,** **where i felt at home,** **where i found the peace to sleep,** **where i found a true angel.** [!
Humanities Paradox
poem breifly explaining the parodox of humanity. stating the insignificants of humanity, but emphasising the importance and power of the individual. -poem and explaination by me-10/20/10
Haiku Español con traducción; Spainish haiku with translation
If you like these, send me a message and tell me what you'd like me to write a poem on for you. i do this for fun not for money. and you choose the topic and type of poem!
Sick
Not stay who left me with nothing to gain i must be sick poem
Recovery time
#4 of poems part two in my wall poem collection. everthing hurts right now. but the wall is gone. i'm free again. time to find out what has been kept from me. please don't be worried about me im ok.
Never
#9 of poems and such another short poem by me.
Pages
Pages i stab at thee oh muse of mine taunting teasing but leaving me lie pages crumpled pages poems long forgotten their words misbegotten pages....
?every year, every month, ever week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second
#1 of poems just a poem every year goes by and something's don't seem to change, every month a new event happens but its goal is always the same every week passes and people say things they regret every day passes and still we all try to forget every
The Forest
#1 of poems this is one of my poems describing nature as darkness falls so do i with its cold hands it surrounds me the only thing keeping them away from tooth and fang is the fire that burns even in rain as you see with the naked
"cento"poem
A cento poem uses lines from other sources such as songs, poems, ect. the 2 songs used in this cento are "soldier side" by system of a down, and "doing time" by avenged sevenfold. welcome to the soldier side. where there's no one here but me.
Hand of Guidence
#1 of hand poems this is the first of two "hand" poems and the first of much of my poetry which i plan to begin uploading to sf over time.
Like a fog
#1 of poems poem i wrote during a dark time like a fog in the dark, forgotten street where time, like a fog, curls 'round one's feet and the slow hum of people begins to fade i present to myself my own accolade most likely to pray to the stars above