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A vibrant rainbow, Broken up on a plate, Splodges of life, Oh so great. Ruby reds and, Brilliant emerald greens, The most wonderful spectrum, For all to see.
A picture can paint a thousand words, But seven words can grant that picture life, And immortalise.
There once. was a beautiful fair maiden. Who lived. on my street down the way. With hair. as bright as the sun. And eyes green. with a little tint of grey. She floated. with the wind at her heels.
I'm not writing for you, You broke my heart. I'm not writing for you, You knew from the start. I'm not writing for him, He didn't help me at all.
Your song May be Of ice And fire But to me It cannot be Anything less Than a dirge Slow and mournful No glory lost- No glory was there ever.
A riddle I wrote today whilst walking the dog.
I wrote this to my friend who had a harrowing past, and had never really spoken fully of it. I encouraged her to write a poem about it then burn it!. She did that and text me a copy.
You're my little bit of fiction, Keeping my feet just above ground. My little piece of unreal, I'm lyrics and you're my sound. But that's just it, you're fiction. A mere scene within my head.
Papa, I like guinea pigs, They are short, fat, and furry. Just like you. Mama, I like sacred cows, They are beautiful, Skinny, and not hairy, Just like you.
They reverberate, those Simple words that mean More than the sum of Their measly syllables, As you make a molehill Out of a mountain with Your casual tone, But your trepidation is evident In the...
Goodbye, goodbye, Time does fly. There were those days, When I had the time. To express my thoughts. To wonder around Opuss's courts, But now these exams, Have cut my time short.
I know my poems are nonsense, I can feel you roll your eyes, But I also want to put in print, What I feel inside.
#disabilityaware My body is crippled but my mind is alert, I'm wracked with pain but it's your words that hurt.
After reading one of poem that brought so much painful memories to me, I knew I had to find this old piece of paper, I wrote when I was so little, don't remember age exactly, probably around 6 or 7,..
. A quarter is consumed with love so pure And sealed by your allure. Two eighths are filled with a passion that overflows A heat thats deep within and everyday grows.
In crystallised dreams, sparkling seams, Holding them for a lifetime longing to be seen.
#disabilityaware. They call me Jake the Peg. Because I'm missing a leg. I am labelled disabled. I'm just differently enabled. I'm aware that you stare. But I can go anywhere.
Inspiration. Strikes. In the dead of the. Night,. Ungodly hours,. Or whilst I'm in. The shower,. My brain confused,. With lyrical. Abuse,. A to Z of verse. Put it together. Make words converse,.
Can I introduce. You to the. World of words,. Of dark and light. Poems, stories. And blurbs,. Free verse and rhyme,. Words beautiful. And somber,. Historical pieces of a. World War Two. Bomber,.
I am a bird who's broken a wing I wonder how the other birds sing I hear the whispers of the trees I see the strife of the bees I want to see the others sing I am a bird who's broken a wing I...
Steady beat Sweaty feet Crowd alive A bee hive People howling Guitars growling Not your style.
#nightdwellers Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass.
These lungs they ache for air, Like my heart hurts for care. But I know that you're out there... It's just finding where. My feet will keep on walking my mouth hopes and keeps on talking.
An eating disorder like no other This is a desire to eat things that have no nutritional value. I have this disorder experience it first hand, It's a laughable matter that few understand.