Learn more about other poetry terms
Lost to an act so long ago, a kid already but I didn’t know what it was you that you did and yet although I was so naïve I could tell how wrong it was to not go
A voice broken and in despair Now risen from the depths The depths of a landfill A landfil of shattered ideas He is a voice rebuilt He has become Recreated and empowered
Where are you? How can I find you? Why aren't you there when I call you? You said you're there but why am I lonely? GOD- *knocks* I can't sleep at night My heart is broken
If there was a river Where I could drown my sorrows fine If there was mountain Whose shield would never shine A mountaintop of treasures As she protects it all Standing tall As Valor
Film class A documentary, my teacher says The bear man appears on the screen He lives with them The Bears “Dangerous creatures” he says into the camera He loves them
Gitara, Thank you for your qualities. You’re kind and you see me for me.
Her name was Blue. Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that. It’s rather for the reflection of her eyes, displaying our earth, our universe, our entangled minds.
Blonde hair, beachside, best smile, bright mind Strong will, steady life Something I couldn’t see when you were by my side Please just a little more time to catch your wise
Girl Scouts is the original feminist movement. Teaching girls how to Cook Potions and concotions to prove to men That we aren’t less then
As summer dawns, our love is delicate like the sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze As winter arrives, our love is wholesome – it’s the fire crackling to keep us warm
Every moment in time we spent togetherThe things that we shared and learnedHas touched our lives, our souls forever.A permanent growth that we've earned.
Here I am all grown up Influenced by your love, your compassion, your intelligence You are my everything Good or bad, you will be there My night and day, the thing I know will stay
My grandmother An old woman who has lived out her days being generous and kind My grandmother Giving her time and life to us My grandmother
screaMing soUnds sleeping with Sirens rIff
I don’t want to be like you. I know that hurts for you to hear after all you have done for me But it whispers across the distance between us whenever I go away Or when I speak of my goals and my future desires.
First time that I ever read deeply She took my mind to heights and depths I had not been able to comprehend taught me to speak out and develop strong words and sentences not just to read into texts
I'm a whisper of the wind The poetry in motion The fluid from a pen That's lights up when I'm flowing A bubble blowing Ballston Spa poet A walking paradox Talking to myself a lot
Poetry says more than a thousand words It’s capture your heart and soul Connecting people through words It tells the story of love, loss The relationships between family and friends
Sugary and sweet Heart of determination Key to prevailing As reliable as the Earth But Its magical like rapunsel Sure I and bedazzlers As sarcastic as Frilly hot fries
This time of year is tough. Thinking of the loss that meant so much.Not a day goes by when she's not there.whether it's a memory, a prayer or a sad shed tear.
SELF-WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME...SELF-CANT YOU STOP WAIT AND SEE....WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE TO ACHIEVE...SELF-WHY KEEP DOUBT ON YOUR MIND....SELF-IF THEY DONT LIKE YOU, YOULL BE JUST FINE...
A size dosen't make you. Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act. Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy. What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Scarlet red and dandelion yellow, the two colors of my right brain. In my temple of youth, swirling and inspiring, are the remnants of pain.
Dear Future Me, You have accomplished what you’ve said you always wanted to do and become. You were patient, you learned from others,
Dear My Eating Disorder,
I am the fly that's buzzing around your head. I am the child that grew up and was always mislead. I am the zombie that wants to come back from the dead. I am the eyeballs that never shed a single tear.
Dear Graduates, We are born of the world. So introspective. So divine. Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles and daily routines,
You're a dope ass individual, and you're Incredibly fuckng beautiful. Like... Everytime I see your face one any Social media platform, I'm jus like damn. How could God make
All these materials glitter through my name, This is why I never intended to seek any fame, A labradorite of meaning always held my glory, And I never used my connotation to create a story,
Everyone has the feeling of loneliness, at least once in their life, Which isn't a bad thing, because in life if you're caught up with all, Can you find yourself? The forsaken path to sunlight,
To all the girls. With thick thighs and dreams soaring high, I love you. To the girls. That are too raw, too pure, To be tarnished by societys choices, I love you
There she sat, the summer storm Of light and love, of life ‘twas born The leaves, they grew, the vines entwined, The Sun, it smiled, so sweet and kind
Ever since I wore a size 3 in shoes i've always wanted to fly Like the sprakling BlueJay Maybe like the sneaky Red Robin I could learn to stand out more, like a hawk
Open your hands. Let the self control you hold so close leave with the stretching of your fingers. And as your palms lift and quiver in repose look closely at your empty hands as the universe barely lingers.
I remember those times the things I did for the first time, It was my Junior year when I first met Yvette,
So it started out small. At first i felt clueless on what to do, or how to do it. Then it came in like an epidemic. A whole new world was strating to open up for me.
The two of you stand there awaiting the results. Palms sweating And legs trembling As you hear a name that doesn't resemble your own. You smile and clap while you are slightly disappointed.
On the cusp of my big break with Patience and Faith going to strive for excellence and just can't wait knew long ago that the worlds very big that no one could conquer nor make it alone
I've recently discovered That I have uncovered A secret longing I've had inside Hidden within my mind. Why is it now only surfacing And why are my thoughts discouraging Something that I truly desire?