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So I was prompted to write a poem (the first one without being forced), by working out a potion, its ingredients and such, then turning it into a poem.I'm horrible ...

So, I think this is narrative poetry. Maybe. It tells a story, but it's more abstract, I think. Anyway...hope you enjoy. ///Thereabouts we flee,Whereabouts we run,Faster, faster—Towards light.We emb

So, I think this should go here? Anyway, this is the poem dasiamari and I wrote for the Poetry Pairs Contest. Yes. Tell us what you think?--They say true beauty ...

Rush-rush-rush, it’s all you ever do shooting for the horizon, shooting for the moon. Your head’s on fire,

Loneliness is when you’ve been told that a heart suffers alone. It’s said you can be lonely in a crowd, which is true. But loneliness can be good,

Love Like a Couch It is usually soft but of a texture never quite remembered It

Mankind The boy stealing from a thrift store. The boy killing a worm, thinking it a snake. The boy falling from a tree for ten years

The Magnolia Leaf It is sleek moor hills lined with light, hiding a cavern beneath. The cavern could mark you like red dirt, but doesn’t stain your hands.

Shotgun Wedding on a Bus You see an insult. I accept. Dogs love you and children ignore me.

circle perch for birds, a snowdrop of a rusty cloud--ice

A/N: So, I found a picture of a cool looking flower. This somehow led to this less than happy-happy poem. I'm unsure of how this happened, but I'm contemplating the ...

A/N: I feel bizarre. I blame this on my female relatives. Anyway, glad you checked this out and hope you enjoy and/or have concrit ("I don't like this" is unhelpful). ...

Seeing the world through different lenses is a conundrum. Left eye pink, right eye blue— neither rose-tinted All is somehow stainless steel, boring and rather bland, when it comes to ...

You first knew the truth about us and them in a California ranch house with a pulp in your lap. In the other room, your grandmother coughed up phlegm and ...

Free verse poem.

Free verse poem.

mother had fun placing rocks, where algae and lichen and moss and dirt grew and sprouts took form and

cath said you were born of wind and i agree but the earth touched you, for you are a sandstorm personified

I am firstborn, so I’ll always see them; see the good, indifference, and evil. It’s not like they’re too different from humans. They’re what we would be if we, for ...

I wish sometimes for new mythology, for something new under the sun. I wish for humanity’s spark of genius, of madness, of brilliance,

Free verse poem. Dark.

Toying with an idea, somewhat rushed.

My first poem for NaNoPoMo. :D

Free verse/borderline prose poem. Based off acupuncture "dreams".

A free verse poem on what equality means.