POEM: A Journey
Sitting in the daffodils and tulips, Never feeling useless. So alive, At the wonderful age of five. Full of life, magic everywhere. Everyone you meet, with so much to share. Dreams of wolf life, so vivid and surreal. Ask me; I tell you they...
A poem for Telroth
Master, I may be absent, and quiet, it's true. I can't keep my deadlines, or give you my time. I don't give you the attention that I feel you deserve, Or am too tired to serve, And for that the fault is all mine. Nonetheless, know that I love you....
A little poem
One, two. He feels so blue. Three, Four. She fought in the war. Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks. Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
Pawprints (a poem)
#1 of poems creativity flows in and out me today! many holes in the sand and here's where i dig mine. to bury away the past i fear and make it hard to find. but the sand cares not for what i feel nor what i hide away.
A More Perfect Union
He laughed at the humorous free-verse poem dylan wrote after he stood up to walker's family; his perfect wit and meter deftly satirizing their ignorant words.
Love
A short poem close to that of a quote. i remember long ago i felt a feeling so beautiful and pure.. then it was taken away from me and now i fear feeling it again.
The Twelve Lewds of Christmas
But of course, just like with all the others, he didn't leave after having fulfilled his part of the poem just once.
Of Pearls, Rain, and Lemon bars
Etched into the stone was a poem that he wrote.
self perception - poem
#1 of poetry collection poem no. 1 if only i could show you if only you could see if only you knew i want you to believe you are better than whatyou know what you think and see better than the self you perceive to be
If You Are Reading These They May Be About You
poems of the passions that animals like us stoke for we're not yet dead. poems of the feeling, against my grateful muzzle, of my god's chest fur. poems that speak of the little gay rabbits. prayers for their asses.
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was