I was gonna write a poem about soap But I’m no good at poems, so I lost all hope Aristotle should not run for the role of pope I would be better, I hope Even if I continually slip down that endless slope I am made clean by the dirt and mud. The earth’s hands […]
Category: Poetry
Sun around the world finds me Moon around the world hides me My dog stepped on a bee And then came after me Still, there’s more that I must be Stop. Silence is all the noise I need. Note: This poem was written as part of an activity where members of The Fourth Floor […]
Note: This conveys themes of Bipolar Disorder. Dear me, I am shocked by your self-centeredness. I thought you would write about Anything else, I mean Really? You? Why, what will you write, you walking contradiction? My thoughts and feelings constantly change You need to make up your mind. Sad, I felt so sad YESTERDAY, […]
She makes me feel insecure She thinks I’m too loud When I talk she stares She has red hair She uses it to her advantage, Flaunting it around as she laughs She used to have brown hair And so I wonder if it’s now red because somebody made her feel self-conscious She’s in my third […]
Wind against stone Naught pushing back Rage in the bone All fading black Dreams drifting ‘way Goal kept in mind Thoughts locked at bay Dark cloud to find Lost in the storm Sound cracking close Light taking form My chosen dose I scream and shout To no avail Wind brushes stone As rock beats gale […]
Sitting in a forest of pines Music barely heard, except the beating of a tambourine Completely alone letting the relaxation seep in through the cracks The clouds pass and go overhead Is it a dream or is this real Does it matter – The clouds begin to clump Churning into one massive gray being Like […]
Little boy Billy was sent far away To a country of Germans and bombs and dismay. He lived in a haze as he traveled through time And he thought about death as I think about rhyme. A rhyme is in passing, a glanced over sound. Death is a moment, only once found. Why should you […]
I am 4 A summer day is spent outside In the harsh sun Boiling Hot The woman at the stove Yells Loud Harsh You’re too dark I am 6 A summer day is spent outside under the shade of willow trees Loving Cool The woman at the stove Smiles Soft Sweet The flowers are pretty […]
Alone in the nightWhere they shadows, they crawl‘Neath the mighty white moonAnd it’s light’s great sprawlUnder a shady black skyThat mysterious, dark slateWhere the lost and the lawlessChoose to seek their very fateBelow this great rock’s lightWhich shines brightly in its gleamSits a being, a shadow’s brotherThough the shadow was always supremeHere he sits, quite […]
