AquaMarine

Creeping, Fleeing, All of them Seeing. Hiding, Catching, Some of them Snatching. Running, Quicker, A shiver, A flicker. Stumble, Move on. The light All gone. Stop And wait, Start again? ...

The words are escaping, They’re flying away. I can’t find the rhythm, Or what to say. They pound in my head, A discord of drums. Wait for inspiration, Wait ‘till ...

The sunset drips over the hill, A blaze of red, orange and pink, Silhouetting the trees. A bird flies in the distance, Trying, trying to get home, But it is ...

The deepest ocean; The clearest sky. A soaring eagle flying high. Faded denim trudging the sand; A piercing eye surveying the land. Glistening waves rushing to shore, and darting creatures ...

The scorching sun, The blazing heat, Pounding down, Onto the street. A whirlwind of lotions, Bikinis and tans. Painted nails, Magazines and fans. Packing all you need For a warm, ...

Ok so I'm making a film at the moment and I need a poem to go over the pictures and video I have. None of mine seemed right so I ...

We used to play in the jungle, We'd explore for hours on end. Our room was a ship or a dungeon, Where we'd sit and create a fantasy. We had ...

We used to dream of jungles, We’d explore for hours on end, My bed was a ship, a dungeon, We’d sit there and pretend. We had imaginary friends, When our ...

I was thinking about changing this into lyrics, but it's in here because I don't know a good song composer/musician and I can't write music. Therefore it will stay a ...

Sand trickles through my fingersas time goes by.And it soon starts to pouras the time starts to feet are buried,beneath moments in the past,I clench my fingers tighter,trying to make ...

This was my entry for the poetry competition. Now, I know it's not up to the standards that others were, and it might be a poor effort. But I'm not ...

Ok, so I realised that I hadn't written a poem in some time so I thought that it might be a good idea. Unfortunately, I seem unable to write anything ...

I've been meaning to get back into writing poetry. I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing yet. This obviously needs some work, which is why ...

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i rebuilt your fingers with embryonic stem cells - they were slightly too small and smelt like washing-up liquid, but at least you could paint your fingernails again. i ...