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Shrouded forever in the abyssal deep Are lost and fallen visions from long before. Once they were worlds found only in sleep; Taking one to the edge of life’s shore.
What Color is Love What color is love? Is it, Morning rays of tangerine and lemon- yellow arms warming my melanin through the window?
Those sweet memories which could have been if not forgot within. Never asking from the insertion point; the memory becomes what you remember and not what could have been.
It's an empty promise. A temporary bliss. But blissful nonetheless Scaring my worries away Even if just for a few moments. But the thought to let go is terrifying
live in the moment and have some fun you're blind, you're naive, you never listen get crazy and wild; worry when you're done mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens
Slowly and sweetly arises my soul with a comforting, soothing fear. A place, not a place, a man, not a man: Heaven! I'm finally here. The guilt's gone away, tears flit to my eyes. Why do I cry in such bliss?
Press against my begging blossom, Reaching for Thy tender kiss. As I quiver beneath your bosom, Fill my womanhood With bliss. For I trust you with such bounty, Take away
To feel The love That eats The soul That loves Thy sweetness So!
Because I love you, I will look beyond your facade that you put up for everyone, Pretending that you are a complete human being who doesn’t face adversities,
Hinder all of this towards your way,Not my way, but your way, but one’s way,Have the time ready ,When you learn to count time,If that’s ironic enough,Then tell me what’s freedom?Refer not to rights,
I could not learn what I had to teach when I came to die, I dsicovered that I had not lived. I did not wish to love what was not life unless it was quite neccessary.
It was the day when you were born I decided to quit and I had sworn I am not looking back at those good old days I know I will be hurt in some different ways
I had lost hope in love through countless loss, leaving disappointment and heartbreak as the sides of my emotional coin toss. When all signs pointed to perpetual sorrow and loneliness,
It's time to go with the flow and let your heart know that it's okay to express yourself and let yourself go. Get lost in the love that is the totality of your individuality. 'Individual' which means undivided from the 'whole'.
Hearing from you always brightens my day I wait all week long, I hope and I pray The next day will bring me some word from you. Every word is pure bliss, each syllable speaks,
simple things that make me happy: iced black coffee and dry cereal a rainbow made up of gel pens and fresh-from-the-dryer socks acoustic music and cherry coke slushies cranberry sauce and board games with my nephew
His hair spills around his face like a halo of curls His eyes are dark and careless and captivating They are black holes and I am falling, falling in His laugh sounds like a waterfall Rushing out Spilling out When he laughs his whole body laughs S
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma.
The feeling of withdrawal kicksin and I'm desperate for a good high.The best selection is the company ofmy dad because it hits quick.
On midday, after school, a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset; He tuned it and proceeded it play it, to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul, he relieved all his stress.
Bliss, Bliss is the first sip of coffee at dawn, a spontaneous trip to a place like Milan, Days spent relaxing on the beach, a plump, juicy, orange Georgia peach,
she brings the rain. and I just wanna dance in it.
Fuck me. Reach into my soul. Fondle my heart strings, Play into your role. Consume me in lust and a filling desire. Hold me down, As my gasps get higher. Crave me,
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This feeling Is foreign But welcome All the same It's strange To feel it Bubbling up To the surface Coloring your soul With its cheerful hue Splashing my mind
Warm feelings Memories of smiles And outrageous laughter With silly wiles And for some A happily ever after Drowning in ecstasy Waves of joy Washing over me Crushing me in bliss
I love that you stand taller than me your soul is the closest thing to heaven I've ever felt God knew that so he built you accordingly
I sat silently, both feet on the dash, The windows let in a hard breeze and it tickled the tips of my outstretched fingers. The farmland seemed to fly by us as if we were the
Wasted days filled with dreams, Dreams made up of meaningless nights, But the nights destroy the days, And doomed are we who see it.
He can never be predicted He even brings the mighty king's down from their Thrones He is never impressed by their Titles the king's get or for the Status these earthly king’s hold.
Locked closed eyes, Froze time and visualized what's happening. Right then, again I'm trapped in sin.. Wishing time was captive.
The smile on my lips, its pure bliss. But you burned my heart,
My feet sink into the earth, Like an old man in his favorite chair. Microscopic life tickles between my toes Leaving a sense of clarity and peace. The air tousles and textures my hair,
The beams of light hit the spirited waters creating Glistening diamonds, Sparkling crystals, And little specks of happiness. The warmth radiates across my body As I run my hands through my Soft,
To have our lips grow closer and then touch, so we may feel each other. (A prerequisite to tasting,
Do you know what it is to swim through the clouds and to touch tips of the stars? I do. Do you know what it is to play in the air and dance through the sky? Because I do.
The hallways and lockers all look the same But it seems each different person all seem so vain Each day and class was the same ole norm The teacher with the short brown hair was such a bore
I feel it every day Breathing on my neck I felt it yesterday When I felt like a wreck It's all around me Inside and Out Is anyone there to see Or here me shout
I hang around In this room I pretend that I own, I feel so ungreatfull for the life I've been thrown, and the friends I have grown, In a house full of homies and I still can't help feeling alone,
Death is easy, Life is hard, Death is calm, Life is rough.
She searches for something to fill her soul, everyday digging a deeper hole, a
You’re looking in his eyes And you seem to be falling for his lies You can’t seem to see The secrets behind that smile You don’t know That honesty isn’t his style
Searching here and there, striving to find bliss... Went to friends and colleagues, they said get rich; enjoy luxury, pleasure is the mean of bliss... Not really!!
Human kind, which I am a part of, is an organism able to create and solve its own crisis,
In the end What will happen when the world ends? We ponder on the past What about the future? We judge by what is apparent What does that say about us?
Peace is a nonviolent war
The sketches in my notebook, and the raindrops on my window This, Blissfully this The art of nature and its beautiful galore, those laughs and those smiles I'd like to see more This, Blissfully this
I feel the chill across my face
Baby, you make me smile. You make me want to run a mile. Maybe even let my responisibilities pile. Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile. Just for you, I will exile all those who try to be hostile.
This is what I need The upbeat keeps me focused Music is my love.
These words cant even express my love for you they can only entertain ones mind We had many things in common but was not common was our time. when i heard that you were gone i couldnt help but to cry.
They watch over me Every step, every sound, every move Then they ignore me Not a word, not a glance, not a worry I want to be free I want to go out on my own
Today I saw a homeless man, so I decided to buy him lunch. He said with tears in his eyes that he had not eaten in days and said thank you so much.
The Sea is a Bliss, As the Sun Offers a Kiss. The Blowing of a Strong Gale, Fills My Sail.
A dash of joy, A pinch of smile, Remove all bad memories, Throwing away things all vile... Stir in the fun, Chop up and mix in every great time, Pour into soul and body,
The hair brought back behind my ears by chilled hands as we walked through the falling leaves The colors around us vibrant but serene makes me feel warm inside The scent of spices
"Of course I'm fine." 'Please help me.' "Don't worry I'm already over it." 'It hurts too much to talk about, don't you see?' "I'm gonna be busy." 'I want to be alone.' "Sounds like fun."
It’s been a long time without you, This leaf burning season is always so hard, I have so many memories I want to relive But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
The apple rots when it very well pleases The seed just does what it’s told It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces Of the apple tree’s selfish mold. There’s no free will for the sapling
Floating--- Going no where. No place to be, but everthing to see. Nothing can compare No limits-- I am free!
I stand at the edge of my cliff Soft grass carressing my skin As I stare at the crashing waves against the harsh cliff Sun dazzling of the crest of hundreds of waves A beautiful last scene To hold in my mind
When I walk with the moonlight, Not underneath but beside it, It whispers to me 'do not lose heart, And then I go out and try it. When I swim with the clouds, Gliding through the fluffy air,
I looked around for you until I could no longer see, Then I realized that this loneliness would forever be apart of me. The sickening trials of love and connection.
Summer falls as fall arrives: Crisp, cool air and crunchy, dead leaves. Smells of hollowed-out pumpkins, bringing extra sparkle to a perfectly gray sky. It is time for the most wonderful time of the year.
Where the birds so high do sing I look to the majestic sky Nervously I spread my wings Praying that they let me fly Through the air, inside the clouds With the freedom that I found
If only you knew how much i needed a friend / i thought i gave you a hint when you saw a cut under my chin/ and you saw hate marks on my arm or when/ i use to laugh and tears would come out i would say your killing me ,but deep down like a din s
There was a girl, graceful and free She looked in the mirror just to see If her hair was not in a big mess To see if she looked rather stressed To make sure her makeup was intact
With a great, burning passion I fly high into the sky Far above the clouds Heading towards the stars Following the wind without question Knowing up here I'm safe And am blessed with new freedom
Without a tongue how do we speak Without love how do we feel Without lungs how do we breath Without faith how do we hope without hows, how can we accomplise anything The world is filled with hows and whats
Enjoy a nice, summer breeze Outside, I feel so free Look up at the endless sky Watch all the things that fly Enjoy the view with someone Embrace the rays of the Sun Can't describe in just one word
The sky forever burns The brimstone crumbles Bodies, eaten by worms The dead land rumbles A world without pain Your ashes in the wind It falls as acid rain Because of our own sin
I am not able to tell you WHERE exactly I will be, but I can tell you exactly HOW my life will be. First off, my life will be blessed.
The silent breeze blows Streetlights dim as the sun rises Tomorrow is today
You make me look forward to the morning. That crystalline smile like a sunrise resting against still waters. I get lost in your calm and collarbone kisses seep down into my soul like dawn dew.
Your laugh is a million fireflies, your heart is a sunny breeze, your dreams are like a telescope, and tears that dread a sea. Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
Autumn Bench Jewlina Matthews
Some people are bullies They manipulate people in sight They love to call people rude names They only do it to start fights How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
Ignorance is said to be bliss But is it? Surely there must be something inside us something screaming, "Why are you not looking around?!" Instead of acknowledging a homeless man starving
kiss me softly with your spirit when you sleep let's slip into warm bliss and drift away caress my hips, hold my hand
In the forest I hear no sound Branches falling down Leaves upon the ground Life dwindling down Leaning against a fallen tree
Oh there is a bliss in solitude There is beauty in peace And content in silence No more wanting, not needing but having and loving
I long to give love and wove it into the fabric of your heart, I long to delicately take care of it, maintain it, display it, and value it just as fine art. I long to make you the happiest person alive,
What is this feeling, so pure?
A sea away, Endlessly long days, No sleep at night, A few fights, Plenty of giggles New food that jiggles, Chance of a lifetime, Cost way more than a dime, Want to go back,
Its that drip of sweat that's stuck on his neck slowly making its way down to the bed My head lays calmly relaxed But my mind is in a wind and a fuss Am I doing enough? Should I touch?
A light breeze brushing my cheek, Turning my face rosy. Leaves falling from the trees Into my long, blonde hair. Taking step after step Onto the concrete path. A sip so strong
It has been an undertaking since civilization began, Striving to decipher the sensation of touching your lover’s hand. Attempting to make sense of the powerful chaos and confusion, Caused by love’s entire disillusion.
Rising up, a wispy blissembraces a lover's memoryof your unending spoken kissthat bestows on me such misery
Face in the mirror smiles haven't seen her in a long while Leather jacket in the closet guitar on the floor Mine for now forever yours Poetry strewn vague intentions
No darkness,monsters, or ghouls instead light and smiles Noone to scare,hurt, or ridicule instead heal and give praise. It's fun and bright just as your first time at a amusement park innocent and young with every moment. The harmonizing tune tha
Sometimes you have to choose what is what you looking for Not all the time you may want to get what is seen Sometimes you may think that this world we live in It’s only a part of our imagination
What does writing mean to me? It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees. A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind. Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind,
Waves crashing along the shore, All I see is more and more. They keep on moving until dawn, Flowing channels move on and on. Seeing willful water pull the soft sand, Taking it away hand in hand.
I am the center of a tornado Everything around me is crumbling and crunching They are spinning and spiraling out of control But here, here at the core Is my peace, my bliss
Little thistle, a prickly pear, how I never saw you there. A little hair with a little vine, unbeknownst this could soon be mine
I crave to see the world. I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure, A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love. The desire to travel has always clung to me.
Though I woke before the sun had risen I was already late, forced to hurry I would soon break free from the prison Of the civilized world and its worries.
I ran away for a day, I escaped, I left earth. The rain kissed me on the way and the thunder murmured things I couldn’t understand. I knocked on your door and you answered,
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