Emerson

((It's cliché ! Don't hate me!)) Sade's Folly Sade, daring cupid of this tale, Lay under a tree and its veil Of rouge flower and gold leaf. Who came to ...

Black Water I tangle myself in the net of life while trying not to drown in its waters. I tread waves weakly, tied down by anchors made of memories: forgotten, ...

I was told it never snowed in Misery, but lovers tend to lie.

Okay, so, I got bored. I hadn't intended to write a poem like this, but it happened. So...Yeah. Enjoy! Lunch Time He liked to eat the ones he loved; He ...

Livre OR Summer Reading By Claudette Letters on a page, In between two thick covers of Various colors, glare at me, Reminding me that I must read... Eventually.

So, I took another stab at ultra short poetry. I think I did better with this one, than with my last. All comments are appreciated greatly! Rough Drafts Crinkled pages ...

removed - submitted to scholarship contest

Ms. Apt Diagnosis Let's lie in the field of feline flowers where the blades pierce and the whiskers tickle— ........There, can you be free? where the air is too black ...

The silverware shines like your eyes did when we first met. Who’d have thought soapy spoons, forks, and knives would remind me so much of love? I think the knives ...

Your body is the road of potholes and pinpricks: twisted nudity fondling flesh. Your fingers are the truck careening too close to the shoulder, caressing my navel. I balance on ...

Der Liederbuch You are a book with too many words in a language of spectral letters, but if I close my eyes, I see: read with me, read with me. ...

Have you ever wanted to swallow a swallow, curious if her melody and merriment might down into your stomach follow? I have - I tried to push her past my ...

I am I am I am I am if only I could scream louder, she thought to herself, they might know what I really am. I could scream, scream, SCREAM ...

[I wrote this for a project in my Literature class. We had to write a poem which used themes from the Romantic period. I've already turned it in; however, I ...

[A/N: I'm working towards gathering three of my best poems for a large poetry contest. This, though my longest piece, I believe is also my strongest. Please help me better ...

I wrote this a little over a month ago for a poetry contest. I felt like posting something, so here it is. --- My Mother and I We bond over ...

Fingers running up my thighlike runners on the track;you were gunna win the race,while I was on my back.Your lips would say I love youwhen you kissed my hairline,but your ...