Under DreadThe winter, the whole winterUnder Dread2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance
I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I
had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost remember better
than living yesterday, a dream
of gooey loss, a taffy sorrow that loomed,
loomed, loomed, you see? It was so real,
I just had it.
The Hungry SeasonThe Hungry SeasonThe Hungry Season6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The next season will be the hungry season.
Moses M. Kolinmore
A stem, a leaf, a stem,
a stem again,
and the army of our bodies
hanging from the branches
of the Dahoma trees.
We come to this as moths
on Saharan winds
with no malice but the wings
direction, our caterpillar mouths,
our waiting numbers
cocooned in dirt. We are
aching and glutted
but hungry still, even as
we strip the canopy bare of leaves
and foul each river black
with waste below us
our gruesome chatter asking,
as we fall into the dirt
to reshape what we are,
can you imagine the hunger?
But of course you can; of course,
you hunger the same as we.
FiftyPlease understand: I do not wantFifty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Sea-Salt Ice Cream RecipeSea-Salt Ice Cream Recipe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sea-Salt Ice Cream
Wire whisk or fork
Medium sized saucepan
Medium sized bowl
1 cup measure
1 teaspoon measure
Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional)
1 heart (optional get it)
1 cup milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
blue and green food coloring (optional)
1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.
2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.
3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.
4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
.Abuse.Broken hearts hurt way too much,.Abuse.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget..
I Have No Names for all My Teacup BabesI feel always like I am starting over.I Have No Names for all My Teacup Babes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a magpie I gather trinkets under my pillow,
bay leaves and bags of herbs to bring the next lover to me,
to call the next dream-face forwarda picture
painted in the tea leaves.
But truth be told the start-again
is never clean, is never gentle,
and the sweat of all that labour
is a fire on my skin, telling me
I will never resist its wind-cry.
The moon comes when I call, to help me;
midwife, she is, and she carries into being my new selves
like the babes they are, teaches them to
fill long footsteps like hers.
Truth be told, I tire of the destiny
I was given onceI am a teacup,
and I cling close to my china womb,
to my cup tipped over, upset
by careless elbows.
I imagine Mother Moon climbing her way back to me
on the backs of pine trees, sweeping across the Appalachians.
Garden of RealityGarden of Reality2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Painted wings bring eternal hours
Accompanied by withering flowers
Among a garden stands but one
A rose of glass, its peace undone
Longs for a garden free of sin
Injustice gone, all caged within
The bars of hell shutting cold
Hiding corruption once foretold
Please, oh please, I beg of thee
Turn my dreams to reality
Withering none the flowers of glass
Carving the stars, an evermore path
The purest tales written in sand
Lasting hours , times so grand
The rose it blooms, it senses are free
It sways away, refusing to see
Illusions deceiving, hidden in clad
Delusions thriving, driving it mad
Please, oh please, I ask of thee
What has become of my reality?
Golden grief, my wish in a well
All morale has dragged me to hell
Flowers watered, drowning in vice
Festering by the Devil's entice
Echoing crows pick at the thorns
Weak are they, the rose it mourns
For petals descend only to cry
And the garden weeps, all awry
The rose of glass, its drops of dew
They shed, they fall, for the true
The day, t
I am yoursI am yours1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand
And pull me close.
Hold me tight and,
Never let me go.
Your skin sMells like sweet June rain
And your arms are all around me.
You engraved yoUr kisses on my neck
So I can never leave.
I like to feel your heartbeat
Because I beloNg to the echo of your soul.
If you wished for more,I couldn't help you,
Cause you've already got it all.
And I know it's stupid
Spilling these words on your lips
But you need to know thaT
You can feel the light of my love undEr your fingertips.
There is one more thing
I think even the brightest stAr knows
My head is buried in your Neck.
"I promise,I am yours".
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Keys to Unlock YouThese skeleton keysKeys to Unlock You1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
and the betrayal of your own flesh,
like whistle blowers:
There when hell freezes over.
The Best is Yet to Comeif we grow oldThe Best is Yet to Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be a sigh
an attention to the change
as your muscles slacken underneath
your faded, favorite shirt
the one that's threadbare, "holy"
in a sense less than divine
I'll have washed it for
the thousandth time
our eyes will crinkle, wrinkle
in ways that start to match
and we'll hold hands and ask:
when did the nerves and veins
begin to let our hands get cold?
-if we grow old
Bone BlossomsBone Blossoms2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost of iris-
blue so pale,
it slips off the page
You know the scent;
you borrowed it
from some girl
who was your best friend.
You slept together in the same bed;
she borrowed your sweater
and kissed you
when mother was not looking.
You fed her books
left out in the sun,
ripe as the boy
She put her hand
one warm night
and asked you
what it made you think of.
you said -
teal and purple,
feathered like summer -
like the summer
when you were five
and the heat
just could not keep away
and the sky went out.
Was It All A DreamWas It All A DreamWas It All A Dream7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you keep me so confused?
Why do you like playing these games with my mind?
Can't you see how much I care?
Don't you know how badly I want you in my life?
How much I need you?
Or has it been all just been pretend for you?
Your words hurt me so much today;
They tore right through my heart,
Leaving my gasping for air,
And you didn't even realize it...
Or maybe you did and just didn't care.
I opened up a heart that I had sheltered for so long,
Gave of myself wholly to you, all barriers totally gone...
Told you things I have never shared with another,
Bared my soul to one whom I though I could trust,
Just to have you tear it apart.
I tried really hard to get you to see,
How much you truly mean to me,
How you have engraved yourself in my heart,
How I have needed you from the very start.
The poems I have written have always been for you...
Each sentence, every word were always sincere.
It came from a place that has been waiting for someone special,
Wishing and hoping
...So thank you to the author Thank you to the author for every written word,...So thank you to the author5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For every single letter that fell from your silver sword.
I know this is the end, because the ink runs dry
I look down at the paper and I begin to cry
This is the end, the final chapter, I have to say goodbye.
The fantasy has ended; the world you built will die
In memory I will keep it, inside my heart of glass
Again and again I shall reread it, until more time will pass
So thank you to the author
... For every time I smiled
Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsDead, Inside and Out1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.
MaybeI’ve been drowning for awhileMaybe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been gasping for air
My arms they are getting weaker
Just trying to tread some water
I think the water’s getting deeper
I’ve been drowning for so long now
I don’t know if I could ever stop
If I was plucked from this situation
Could I ever learn to breathe easily?
Could I ever stop finding new ways of hurting?
Maybe I’m addicted; yeah it could be an addiction
The feel of my lungs bursting
My blood turns to mud
No oxygen in my brain
And the pain, oh, the pain
It’s overwhelming, pulling me under
The darkness has never been softer
I don’t know if I could live up there
Out of the water
Where the land is dry, the sun is bright
And life is just a life that goes from day to night
And then again, all over
I don’t know if I could survive
It’s been so long since I lived that kind of life
Maybe I’m afraid; yeah, I could be frightened
I know how this feels
The paranoid, pining, desperation
This is m
If You Went AwayIf You Went Away2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
if you went
no one left
Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;Where The Impossible Tries To Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.
Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.
A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worlds pain.
so please don't let me fall asleep;
and die for a world i cannot keep.
but don't dare wake me if i dream;
You'll rip our world at its seams.
she left for the place that transcends time;
she'll live forever and ever mine.
a place i will never get to see,
because this world won't let me be.
I can only imagine.
oh so bitterly,
about the place;
Where The Impossi
Hurt BeforeHurt Before9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Footprints on the heart,
Tears in the soul.
Burning scars etched in:
You're too broken to be whole.
In the dark walls of the mind.
You wear a constant mask,
So we don't see what's behind.
You say you want someone to love you,
And you need someone to hold.
What you want, you never will get:
As the creased heart won't unfold.
Bitter pills of affection,
At the heart they tore.
You know too well, what it's like
You've been hurt before.
love like oursI think about herlove like ours1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I recall birdwings midflight,
a slow caracol on a blade of grass,
the last sip from a coke can,
quiet evenings with a good book,
sabbath afternoon prayers, an uplifting sermon.
because of her,
that love wasn’t
a forced chore
or spoken words
and instead it was,
more than actions,
a general attitude
I recall how,
for us, love was a river’s flow,
the ring of waves on stone
and rock, the low hum of water
trickling down the mountain slope
tickling the grass at the edge of the shore;
our love was natural, but it was myth and lore
and surreal, too unreal to be real.
and, to be honest maybe it was real
or maybe it wasn’t;
for a period of time suspended across the cosmos,
stars frozen in their place
– that is to say, freckles speckled across her cheeks –
and dark eyes like the dark sides of twin moons,
for a breath of suspense
in the present state of inanimate reality,
we loved each other equally
FreefallI have never been more lost...Freefall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never been more alone...
I have never been less alive
I have lost much of what I was-
what was not lost, was taken
but the sum
One by one, my tethers to this world strain and snap, failing and disintegrating before me
and in the nightmares that follow... I find myself adrift-
free-falling from my dreams
A lord and his ButlerYou who contains no lightA lord and his Butler4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You, who for me will fight.
You have no heart,
I knew that from the start.
So why do I tell myself that you care,
why would my mind even dare?
I know what you truly want,
why does that fact not haunt?
Is it because I need to believe..
no that's ridiculous, why must I be naive?
I know the facts, they are so clear,
so why isn't my body trembling with fear?
Even if I've accepted what is to come,
why am I empty of emotion, not even some?
I know why you aren't filled with fear,
its because you know you are very dear.
You know well I want you so,
emotions I try hard not to show.
You understand this deal, yes,
but you also understand this is your game of chess.
I am your pawn, of course,
your powerful knight, your trusty horse.
I am at your side, don't ever fret,
your forever loyal pet.
A pet yes, but for how long,
until these notes die in the song...
Even after that will I dwell,
forever with you, even in hell.
I don't know if I can stand you that long,
but never ma
Worn Out Siren TalesI was once the moon-rippled, crystal clearWorn Out Siren Tales2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
disturbance at shore
and you found hope, resting
on the borders of
sand and wave.
When I moved, you breathed,
It just isn't worth it,
I was carved on ship hulls for a
and I was summoned from sleep to
drown myself in the clutches
of a sea that disowned me
for one too-
and I wrote on woody parchments
for more attention than
So when you moved, I stopped,
Tell me this is eternal,
I had not.