PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

In No Hurry (Written: 12/15/2014)


In no hurry,
left for dead,
living with a wish,
that's left unsaid.
 
Find me in the skies,
love my little lies,
the darkness is my disguise,
love my little lies.
 
In no hurry,
left to burn,
music notes left unheard,
you are what i yearn.
 
Place your fingertips 
on my lips
 
In no hurry,
left for dead,
living with a wish,
that's left unsaid.
 
Find me in the skies,
love my little lies,
the darkness is my disguise,
love my little lies.
 
This is my one last chance to breathe.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

dreamerypeak

I've always kept whatever I wrote to myself, stored away. The reason being is because back in high school I used to write every year for the literary garland. And finally I became a senior and wanted to join their new, "Creative Writing" class. You had to go through an interview, the funny thing is they told me, "I don't think this is for you." Irony. In the end they ended up picking all their favorite students and being a shit class with nothing productive. I've been out of high school for almost 6 years now and I don't remember much of what I've learned, because they never taught me anything useful. I like being able to express myself in more ways than one, writing is just one of them. Fashion is a daily one.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.