A Heart of GlassRed dust of my broken heartA Heart of Glass1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lies glittering in his loving hands
Cradled in the glow of his love
Slowly taking shape once more
Under his adoring gaze and ready smile
Forming into something once again
Whole, though not without the
Permanent reminder of tearstained nights
But becoming a treasure of glass
Reflecting, through the cracks and
Fractures, even the dimmest of lights
Your Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local PapersBut listen to me: I will tell youYour Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local Papers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to love a bedspread;
a car seat; a sun dress
that you cleaned two months ago.
and should they find her
in the breast of a riverbank
or a cabinet,
I will tell you
facts about scavenger birds;
kettles, wakes and how to chair a committee
with a body on your desk,
as scavenger birds do.
Wario's songWario's song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am Greedy.... and who isn't?
There's nothing wrong with greed at all,
too bad people don't want to admit it.
I have no problem with that.
This one goes out to all those folks,
who got that needy.. to be greedy.
Hear my call.
I am Greedy, that's no lie...
and I'll be greedy 'til the day I die.
I like money, the kind not funny,
and I won't heed 'til I satisfy my greed.
I love riches so much, it itches.
That is just the way I'll always be.
I love booty, all kinds of booty,
and all the treasure I can measure just for me.
The people say I'm evil
in truth, I'm cunning and bold.
My favorite colors in this world
are ink black, green and gold.
They say I am a bady guy,
but I'm not what they see.
I'm not possessed by greed,
but greed's possessed by me!
I am Greedy, I am greedy.
I'm greedier than greed will ever be.
I am Greedy, I am greedy
and no one else is greedier than me.
I am Greedy, I am greedy.
My greed goes as far as the eye can see.
I am Greedy, oh so greedy
and no one else is greedie
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.I loved a girl.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Relationships PoemRelationships PoemRelationships Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is nothing, until it's lost. Then you realize what you truly had, and what you should have treasured.
"Its not that I don’t love you anymore, I just stop letting it show"
"You never stop loving someone you just learn to live without them"
"The first time you fall in love, it changes your life forever, and no matter how hard you try, the feelin' never goes away."
"Love Leaves A Memory That No One Can Steal But A Heartache No One Can Heal"
"Should I Smile Because We're Friends Or Cry Because That’s All We'll Ever Be"
"Moving On Is Easy The Things You Leave Behind Is What Makes It So Hard"
"Goodbyes Hurt You More Than Anything Especially When Deep Down You Know You'll Never Say Hello Again"
"How Can Someone Break Your Heart But You Still Love Them With All The Pieces"
"A Million Words Won't Bring You Back I Know I've Tried Neither Would A Million Tears I Know Because I've Cried"
"I Wouldn't Give You Up For The World I Would Only Give You Up If It Would
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
bipolar.after they diagnosed my father,bipolar.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother told me,
if she had known,
she would have never had children.
it scares me to think that,
one day i could hear a small voice saying,
“mommy, i don’t feel right.”
“you don’t look sick,”
they say, noticing that i’m not dragging around
an i.v. stand.
noticing that my sweatshirt is black
and not a white hospital gown
swinging around marbled, knocking knees.
“but i’m still unwell,” i say
in a voice that doesn’t shake
and they just look disappointed,
like i don’t fit.
like i’m the skewed painting
on the fucked-up-person wall.
“but,” they say, “don’t bipolar people
usually kill themselves?”
“but i tried,” i say
with my wrists unmarked
and they just shake their heads
almost as if to say
not hard enough.
“poor girl,” they say, looking right at me,
sitting next to my dad as he laughs too loud.
NightmareIt's a mutant of my imaginationNightmare1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with flecks of reality mixed in.
A concoction created by a
worried mind and a tired soul.
It wants to swallow me whole,
engulf me so I never wake up.
It relentlessly chases after me,
wanting to become my reality.
But the monster dies as
soon as I open my eyes.
What is left is its remnants;
ghosts that haunt only
me and no one else.
WarriorShe walks down a busy street,Warrior2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pushing through the crowd.
Headphones in her ears,
Angry music playing loud.
Hair is short and messy,
Black nail polish is chipped.
Combat boots thump loudly,
Goodwill jeans are ripped.
Eyes are rimmed with coal,
And studs hugging her hips.
She knows people are talking,
But she couldn't care less.
Their disapproval thrills her,
She is amused by their jests.
She grins at every passersby,
Who stares with pure disgust.
Her confidence leaves them speechless,
Their judgement turns into dust.
All GoneBombs will drop like rain on a winter dayAll Gone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bullets will fly around like flocks of birds
Blood will not satiate the earth though so plenty
We will die, we will all die, like we were born so we will
Then the sun will set, the silence will rule
Morrow will come, the dogs will howl, the birds, chirp
The Sun will not be orphaned, the beasts remain
The morning, it won't perish because we did yesterday
And the day after that and the one after that
Peace will at last be, for we have taken hatred with us
DreamMy shrill cry breaks the silence of night,Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I am haunted by memories, that I try most to forget,
Trapped in a fantasy world.
Beads of perspiration take their place above my brow,
And my breath quickens to a frightening speed,
As I recall the painful events of my nightmare.
My mind betrays me as it reminds myself of the events in which I am most ashamed,
Sending me to places of my past,
Eliminating any chance of rest.
I weep as I replay the horridness of my own imagination,
But I make an attempt at slumber,
And once again begin to dream.
together 4 ever as friendstogether 4 ever as friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here we are once again
we are friends untill the end
we are strong we are weeek
but we will be there for each other forever
we are like sisters we tell each other every thing
we never lie we never hurt each other
we will cry when we don't have classes together
I will ask for help and I help you
we will call each other every week or every day
And when that day comes when we leave the earth
when we say good bye the last time we will do it together
And together for ever is what we will be just you and me.
HippopotamusThere's a happy hippopotamusHippopotamus3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hippo plodding along,
As the toucan band
Sang him his song.
He's a little happy,
Little hippy, happy hippopotamus.
Then down from a tree,
Came his friend, the monkey.
Said 'Mr Pottywottymus,
Look at me!'
'I can sing you a song
And it won't be too long,
So you can hippo party along'
'You're a little happy,
Little hippy happy hippopotamus'
While the monkey sang,
Snuck Mr 'Rangutan,
Behind Mr Pottylottymus,
For they had thunk a plan.
So the monkey sang his song,
Which is getting quite long,
But fun if you hippopotty along.
Bout a little happy,
Little hot, but
Little hippy happy hippopotamus.
But when the song slowed,
Mr Potty did know,
Of a wallet sized hole
In the pocket of a
Not so happy,
Little hippy happy hippopotomous.
The monkey did shout
For 'Ranga to get out,
Cos Mr Pottynottymus
Is charging about.
And no one sang the song,
Of the hippo-ma-tron,
Cos he ate Mr 'Rangutan.
BittersweetWhen I think of annoyance, I think of all the times you screech and scream like a madman.Bittersweet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I think of exhaustion, I think of the times I look at you and know that you are planning some sort of prank.
When I think of insanity, I think of your smile.
When I think of idiocy, I think of each time you trip and fall on absolutely nothing.
When I think of poorness, I think of your haircut.
When I think of fire, I think of you. For obvious reasons.
But when I think of contagiousness, I think of your laugh.
When I think of fun, I think of you bouncing in your seat.
When I think of true happiness, I think back to you, completely vulnerable, completely unaware of how the world bites, yet safe in my arms.
When I think of love, I think of you.
sanctuarysanctuary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You saw me when I was just a young arrogant thing,
And burned your fire passionately against mine.
You saw me at my worst,
And released me to the world,
I was sad and confused and hurt,
But you still forgave me.
I watch the sands of time trickle slowly
While I still heal within and without.
You let me rant and cry and be foolish,
Usually met with the same silence.
I am not always so caught up in keeping from drowning in my own mess
That I do not try to give you all I can to make your burden less,
I would move the world with my words for you
And your gravity keeps me from vanishing into space.
The idea of you gives me sanctuary in this life,
A place to lay my head,
When no one else loves me,
Through these years,
You've been my biggest fan, my champion.
I adore you.
The Girl Who Was On FireShe is fireThe Girl Who Was On Fire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spark that starts a wildfire
A contagious idea no hunger can suppress
She is a bird
The symbol of hope and freedom
A song they all can sing
Maybe by the Hanging Tree
She is a girl
The sister that risks it all
A heart that loves a tiny primrose
She is strength
The one thrown against impossible odds
A tribute in a game of death
She is of the arrow
Flying straight and true
Will never miss her target
Whether corruption, a hog, or a silver coin
She stands against wolves of evil
She stands against the ticking clock
She stands against the snow that falls
Stained red with blood and roses
She is the girl who was on fire
Will always be the girl who was on fire
keep coming backopen your eyes andkeep coming back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see the horizon
with a new perspective
glimmering with liquid,
the fire of a new day will dry the birth from you,
and it will all be new.
open your ears and smell all the colours,
taste all you can it feels all the fuller,
scream all you want you'll not stop me,
from finding my dreams!
run all you want i'll keep coming back dear,
hide all you like you can't run from the tears
of revolution brimming in your eyes,
it's all a disguise, it's all and one!
open your eyes and
see the horizon,
taste everything with brand new compassion,
touch everything with the light of your life!
i can see in your eyes,
it was all a pretence, but now we start anew.
The SilenceThe SlilenceThe Silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have you gone
Your words gone too
Quiet for too long
What do I need to do
Messages have dried
Inbox remains clear
For all I've tried
Silece draws a tear
How am I too tell
What it is you feel
Are you sick or well
How to help you heal
I cannot but think
I've made a mistake
My heart does sink
Did I make you ache
Why don't you speak
I am at your aid
To help if you're weak
So you're not afraid
I long for each word
beauty of you're mind
You won't go unheard
Your voice unconfined
When will you return
To our online space
And cure my concern
I could never replace
A Little Bit of YouA Little Bit of YouA Little Bit of You4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(c) Lovespoon and Dragon-Fly-To-Me April 09, 2011
Her tie-dyed shirt a living rainbow.
Her head-band belt full of studs.
Her long skirt full of spinning ruffles,
Lifting blowing in the summer breeze.
Jimmy Hendrix's sweet notes drifting along
People swaying to his psychedelic song.
Women and men sleeping under the stars
Long hair, bell bottom jeans, driving vans instead of cars.
And I had just a little bit of you.
You had just a little bit of me.
We were magic we were glue.
We felt the universe, had a clue.
We are livin' a perfect day
the free and easy way,
leading to a perfect night
under bright starlight.
Until money, life and duty called.
I back driving cross country hauls.
You, a fashion week, New York doll.
We had big plans to have it all.
Broadway's lights are bright and cold.
They can blind a simple country girl's soul.
On lonely nights, I wonder where you've been;