Hibiscus

Brother, what familiar colors we are. We risked, picked up thir- teen lives and in two parts, we rose our hands into lonely, fevered fists. Brother, here sits a blue ...

I think it works a lot as a poem about love. I mean, of course it's about freckles, but I think some people can write just about a basketball and ...

(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 ...

I agree with alack being out of place, but I understand it's for your meter. Ummm, so, yeah, the first stanza is amazing. She slides along the spurting stream of ...

I was generally surprised. At first, starting out, when I was reading the poem, I was kind of iffy. I was worried about where it was going. But then, when ...

Some tempestuous lyrics, like after-rain mud and melting snow. This whittled clay roused into a statue; an imitation man. A marvelous encounter, shocked the crafts into my reckless poem. The ...

All they told me was it had been a car. Said, “Today’s the day.” And fashioned me from your skin. At first I was milk-white, like fog hovering over a ...

Look at my salted heart beating the sea to rise, so I may submerge. Please touch my seaweed skin braiding this ocean raw, so I may float down. Hear my ...

Not only was it amazing, it rhymed! Hehe. Double-bonus. Not that I think poems have to rhyme to be good or anything, or if they don't rhyme they're not good. ...

Ooo, we even getz a picture a long with it. I don't know, but I felt like I really got into this. First off, the picture reminded me of something, ...

Ooooooooo, I really liked that. I love how all of it was completely relevant, and, you managed to make it rhyme. I really caught up on everything, and at at ...

This was fabulous, but also so very sad. The imagery was gorgeous. My favorite line has to be, as depressing as it is, "Chased under the hulking train of humanity." ...

(( 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, ...

I'm not a good poet so bear with me. And this is not a true story it just kind of came to me, although i did have friend that cut ...

I don't know... I felt like, the narrator was actually talking to themselves. The lines such as: I saw your face the other day. It stared at me for a ...