Hibiscus

You slip right through crinkled fingers...of paper.Paper holds the weight,but how can I trust something torn so easily?Because I'm drawn to let my worldrevolve around heart spinning,my stomach embraci

At the beginning of the concrete,we meetan oak-wood fencewith many scarsThe paint-chipped reminisce,with honeyed starsAnd buried through the bitter green,beneath the found and the unseen...Sparkling a

Too dense to carry.
My clasp is still strong enough.
I will always cling with fire,but it will never suffice the craving, the ardor I feel with you.
And though they say that ...

Geeeeeeeeez,you make me whacked up,so jacked up. I'm pop rocks,a sizzling dance for you,a dizzying exposure. Can't control myself,just gonna help myselfon you. You're like my candy-coated toxin.And I'

Thin peach ice cream summer came swooping north from the south like blue jays.I inhaled peppered pink burgers, over loaded with warm, viscid cheese that clustered my nostrils.Kids dripped onto ...

I look forward to the is sealed secure,but since this is an elated storyI will unlock it.Away with the beclouded clutches,and flushed wood.Take hold of the pearly knob,and wind it ...

(So... I edited it. Don't know it's any better than the original, but please comment if you will~~~)Too dense to carry.
My clasp is still strong enough.
I will always cling with ...

I coerced a Hibiscus from the gardento be my greed prompted my hands to plunge into the soil,the dirt embedding under the shells of my fingers.I clawed to break loose ...

You're a glance, and then a young blink.Will I get to keep, to catch you?Today's a flickering cinema that's escorting youelsewhere, who knows where?Maybe I should present you both sides.Maybe ...

Memory music, we were swaying once away, skimming our feet through the staffs. We spun and sidestepped, sweeping the air with our flickering bodies. We were crooning the notes,washing our ...

My stone is lonely. Its surface is coarse like the fabric of my heart is seedless. It cannot keep up with the time that passes.How many blades of grass have ...

Plastic gardens are pallid and cannot bloom.Let's build a world that cannot break.Where, if you were to die,everything would matter.It's different in the clouds than in the water.Let's not venture ...

I’ve known you a heart beat away.Eggshell parchment running down your neck,caramel ribbons tickling my face, and the susurration of our elbow dips into the mattress,as a sun-wave patches you ...

Come one, come all, I'm having a ball.I roll on dry leaves and crusted chestnuts.With white, scraped arrows on black cotton streets,I'm having a ball for people to meet.Come near, ...

This liquid-like moon is artificial enough to splash through the cracks in the floor,and that mocking smile is just enough to hurry the others away.When you drop out the window ...

I’m being painted by the rain,I’m being purled about the drain. Just before the impact,when I become abstract,dissolve me like sugar cane. I’m being dusted by liquid sunshine,
I’m being enli

(On a little side-note, it took me forever to think of where I needed to put this. So sorry if it's in the wrong category! >

A bleary vision;watching the after-rain settle in.A hazy misting,soaking greedily into our child asks me a question,“Why does the flower cry?”It is water-kissedin the hands of my child. Our eyes ...

We are the words that almost made it.The words that almostrhymed. What did they call it?
Mind rhyme, no, eye rhyme,no, forced rhyme.One and thumb, or green and fiend. We are ...

Pouring leaves;because they couldn't hold on. Could have been a storm of bombs.Cracking ground;because it couldn't hold out. Could have been a sea of shifting. Writhing sky;because it couldn't stand ...

"Welcome home."I listen to your coat rain down,and the keys clink like wine glasses.The doorway.I pull myself in that direction, looking,and there's a curled smile drawing itself onto your face.Huggin

I ate my heart in solitude watching three years grain by.Grain like sand paperitching on an if something was going to happen.Passing by I saw a child;filthy, starved, and drained,who ...

Every singular day we’d kiss, we’d smile, and say, “Goodbye.”From lonely breakfast to lonely dinner,I think of a man whostayed to leave.And in the middle of the lonesomeness,over a cold ...

Come on over little pale girl in your pretty pink dress and tell me about your baby, your coffee colored childI haven’t seen you smilesince your momma tore your stitches, ...

Heels and toes in the scratchy grass,and a star-sprayed one hand areout-of-season sparklersthat dust the dirt with showersof pinks to purples.Colors rebound against the back-dropof streaming children,

Where would you turn up a song?
Like Baby on the sea.Except the sky is black today-Baby’s eye transfixed on me.I pity what knows the sun once a day.Like the well ...

too short of shirtbut too long of lacesun-brushed hairand rainbow bracestwo piercings on the earand one on the lipsticks to cigarettesand doesn’t do dipsurrounded by peoplebut wants to be alonelocks

Youknowyou remind meof the cloudsanda minimountainveiledinbluerememberwe climbedandwepeakedbut youknowyou remindme of yesterdayandthat catabandonedtoo scaredso itranrememberwe breathedandwe flewbut yo

Day one.I padded through the snow today.The wind took a spin right through my much for this coatthat I’m stuck with for life.
Doesn’t do me much good.Day two.Conquered that hill.
Climbed ...

Wordslooking down from treesbranches and spotted pumpkinleaves dustedin flecks of gold and redLetterssleeping in the grass their hooks and curvesare mixedlike long lost puzzle piecesSpeechesrunning do

(Feeling kind of down, so I wrote this... Don't know if it's any good, lol.)Knees to ground;it’s colder down here.The water is like a gradient,from hot to cold,and I wonderif ...

The corn-colored sun rises over a hay field;winking light dances on used chrome steel.Piles of long and twisting nailsand ripped up dirt make way for trails.Parallel bolts dig into the ...

one night he woke up, triedalmost rolling over just to find he’d grownmarble wingsthey weren’t as heavy as he was waiting for, but still weighty and long andremarkably, matched the ...

I sip at my cigarette and am reminded of you. You, everywhere;there was only a few places you weren’t.And even just then crawlingin the background.Oh and those eyes!
Light-pooled, they were ...

I used to have a big bite,but now all I can do is lungs are old,and feel like raisins.And I am the skin to dry in the sun.I used to ...

(So, one note, I don't like the title of this poem. I couldn't think or anything else, so I just slapped this on, because it needed a title. If anyone ...

blistering sun that blisters my skinor maybe just the sweat in whichmy feet slide with a frictionless graceI am slow and burningexpecting every particle within meto vaporize or be lit a-flame so ...

(Sorry 's so long.)I knew what I wanted,but by the timethe notion hit mewinter was climbing to get me.And I, with my brothers and sisters-all seized with terror-watched the icewith this ...

(I... wasn't going to do this...write a poem off the short story I wrote, which can be found here: topic69490.html. But I got bored and wrote a poem anyway, and ...

((Been wanting to write a poem about a window sill, lol. I got the idea and then had all these different poem ideas hit me. The original window sill idea ...

She is sun-blazed andpeels open her eyeslike the skin off grapes.She is a maestroin her movements,and beckons meto sit with her,as if I am a tune.She instructs me to button ...

The seasoned mangrows close to the chair.Like parking lot lovers,they greetwith metal fronts.With knees bent,and fabric meetings,they endure one another.The antique manand the chairbecame exhaustedof

“I finally know why I’m leaving.”Then with scissorsshe tinged the thread.We laid the quiltin the coffin, bowingour heads like bent book pages.The first procession:the dance with death. His finge

The man was remembering what had been said, which was...?I watched his fists tense up,almost like a physical attempt toconjure up some words.I could tell he’d found them,when his lips ...

(( Was on the bus today and I looked out of the corner of my eye to see something(s) very yellow, and found it to be leaves on a tree, ...

Look at my saltedheart beating the sea to rise,so I may submerge. Please touch my seaweedskin braiding this ocean raw,so I may float down.Hear my old, wearytongue speaking bubbles around,so ...

All they told me wasit had been a car.Said, “Today’s the day.”And fashioned mefrom your first I was milk-white,like fog hoveringover a gray and desolated earth.Yet day by day the ...

Some tempestuous lyrics,like after-rain mudand melting snow.This whittled clayroused into a statue;an imitation man.A marvelous encounter,shocked the crafts intomy reckless poem.The shock is in my eat

(Just a little something I wrote a second ago... I thought of the first three lines earlier and wanted to write a poem. I haven't posted anything on here in ...

Brother,what familiar colors we are.We risked, picked up thir-teen livesand in two parts,we rose our handsinto lonely, fevered fists.Brother,here sits a blue ocean shakes us into ditches,arranges us o

Spoiler! : Original:Peach,alone, singular,wished it were a pear.When peachbecomes peaches,ES is for extra strength.Strength foran extra burden,so it should be peacheb.Because,if I were a pear,I would

Spoiler! : A contest entry. My word was little. contests/viewcontest.php?id=19 And so the elephant was afraid of the mouse.When it was young and felt small,its father taught it big wordsthat ...

I am, sometimes, excitedly over-rungand pause in your nooks and pocketsto wonder what I smell ofwhen I???m tangled with you.???Days will be there when Iraise my skins above my headand ...

All nightwe wrung our necksin vulnerability.We nervously prickedopen our bodies,our elbowsand knees stabbing one another.When we bit down,and shoved ourselvestowards one another;with everyscrape andcl

Spoiler! : I never know where to put my poems... Lol...Can somebody review, please? I don't even care if it's a critique and pointing out all my mistakes. I wanna ...

Spoiler! : This is the original version. She told me how many bristlesand how many brushes it takes until she canwork her hair into something "presentable".And I wonder how something ...

Spoiler! : Thought I'd try and write a poem centered around a certain color. Please feel free to tell me what you think. Comments and critism are welcomed. : ) ...

All around methe world stays the same.They decided my handshake was too short and too weak.And becausemy shoe-tips were scuffed from tripping over too many side-walks,they decidedit was time for ...

Rambling fanwith tanand yellow stains,drop on bywhen you come my way.Play with my hairlike you adore me.I am inthe window sill.One root on the groundand the otherhigh above.Mess with my ...