Mikko

The ghost of my childhoodCame to meet me last night,She said that I'd changed-No longer the girl she used to know.She danced and laughed and sang,She asked me if I ...

Time goes mother took meWhen I was two,To my very first dayOf a life so new.Different to my homeWhere I used to play,My new place wasWhere coloured carpets lay.Painted and ...

These are two love poems (if you can call them that) that I just wrote out of pure imagination. I wasn't thinking about anyone in particular, I just wrote. I'd ...

I don't really know what to say about this poem. It just sort of came to me...suddenly. I didn't look at it twice. I just wrote. And I liked it. ...

YWS IS THE BESTYouWillStay for an Infinite number of years- as long as theSun orTime exists, you'll be in our Hearts and earsEvery dayBecauseEveryone willSpread your name andTogether celebrate your ...

I cut myself*Edited after rememberme's review*Why I did it? I do not know.Must have been a curiosity overflow,For all I wanted was to feelThe knife’s stainless steel,As it tore with ...

I've been writing quite alot of poetry these days, I guess the emotions are there. My last one was "I cut myself" Yeah I just realised that it was strange ...

Spoiler! : This has nothing to do with the poem. I’m Torn because I cut myself. Now I live in a… Perfect world.A rainbow in the night’s sky,A smile on ...

Spoiler! : This poem is for Nightshade's contest. We were to choose a song from a list and write a poem inspired by it. The title of the song I ...

Spoiler! : Uh. Warning: This poem contains clichés. I would even say maybe it's the "cliché'est" poem I've ever written. Even the title is a cliché. I just had a ...

I thought of 'Love, in the norms' for the title but I don't know. I need help! *Screams for help*Is it alright to sayThat my worst nightmare,My biggest fearIs losing ...

---I know this not really a haiku in the norms but that's how I chose to express myself.---We'll make it, Mummy;I promise with all my heartThat we'll make it through.

Butterflies*edited after Kamas' review*I saw it all, daddy,I saw it all.I saw the large, bearded mandressed in an indigo overcoat,walking stealthily, slyly,I saw him grinning,I saw him laughing, cackl

StalkerAlright you,What do you have with me?Why do you keep following me?Why is it that everywhere I goYou’re there?Stop appearing in my wayAnd slipping behind houses and streets.I know that ...

Spoiler! : Ok, so... No rhyme intended. This isn't very good. Comment or 'like' (if you like of course) and stuff... UncertaintyJust like in the morning airWhen you notice on ...

Tie me up and love meBite my finger till it bleeds,Kiss me till I choke,Satisfy all my needs,Give Lust a little poke.Let my skin burn where you touch,Leave a bruise ...

Drury LaneShe’s addicted to the swings the blades make.She lies there, still,watching the unchanging you know the muffin manShe sings to them.Who lives on Drury Lane?One swing-a foot upon the ...

This is a poem I wrote in French; I'm sorry for those of you who don't understand it - I will try to translate it so that you can also ...

Dream on.Walk, walk,gentlemenstraight and tallwith your black trench coats and umbrellasColgate white teethand blackened tobacco lips.Walk, walk.Talk, talk,ladieslike the sea-side’s seagulls - throw

NOTE: This is the result of being woken up by your father's voice. O.o Awkward.Whistlin' the same familiartuneas his Marlboro swings fromcorner to corner.That little indigo caphe places on his ...

Shattered flutes and wasted whiskeyMajestic ceilings and marble floorsnone can hear the echoof the suffering;none can hear the echo of the choking.The pearls, they roll,scattered to places unreachable

Shoot me, you might as well for the tormenting cacophony of your silencedevours my being, distorts my heart beatinto a reckless serenade. Spoiler! : I know it's short, but what ...

elephant parade there came a drum-drum-drummin'Llike a marching band comin'it had the town vibratin'and all the people waitin'oh! twas stun-stun-stunningthe kids were all runnin'some were cheerin'othe

Spoiler! : I was bored at school and I was trying to work but people were making far too much noise for me to concentrate and I wrote this. I ...

Spoiler! : I haven’t been really inspired lately what with school and NaNo but I wrote this poem as an experiment . It’s kind of silly and beautifully cliché I ...

The purple tongue releases poisonous seedsSown into the minds of fatuous myrmidonsGullible like the slaughtered animals on their plates.The flibbertigibbet – pink lips – handles their fates.Blacke

The Hands of Time ................................................................................................................tick...two pairs of large, brown eyeslay fixed on the skinny hand play

Oh! the silver moon,reflecting in the dead lake,awakens the nightresurrects the woods,the darkness rises once more.How the crickets sing!Damp beneath my feet - bare and naked footprints left.Dry leave

LighthouseMy thoughts, like a lighthouse - the lighthouse – on a rocky bay,illuminating my perimeter,refracted by the tumbling waves;I wish you could notice them – spot them like a sailor ...

Let me out for I am lockedin the hell-like dungeon of your soul,screaming out only but the gasps of airtrapped in the bubbles of my own despair.Love, I lost a ...

she's got eyes like the moonlit midnightoff the coast of a summer paradise.she's got hips like the tumbling pacific waves,shaking up a cyclone as she moves.she's got caramel skin like ...

what a fool am I for busying myselfwhen I could be indulging in idle day-dreaming,letting the sun’s whiskers tickle my naked arms,allowing its paws to carry me onto Alice’s land.what ...

Spoiler! : I was feeling a little down today, but after writing this poem I felt much better because it had taught me a lesson. Strange isn't it? I write ...

I wrote this poem a long time ago, like, when I was 13 or 14. I don't quite remember. I just thought I'd post it C:They told her things would ...

Decaying Thoughts of a Blooming Mind So Mesh was dared to type up her poem during the poetry workshop and I said if she did, I would post mine on ...

it might be about society, but then again it might not.