Sionarama

Life: A Game of TagAS we are bornwe chaseevery breatha chaseeveryheart beatAS toddlerswe chase toys andnew stepsundertakenAS children we chase each otherin friendshipand loveIN our teens we chaseschoo

evil smilewicked grinyour long hair brushes with my chinI take your arm from the binit falls off, O what a sin!We get ready in our roomprepare to meet your doomwe ...

Laying on summer's edgethe grass as sweet as honeyyou sleep in.you awakegentle words run down your face likecaressing rain.weaving them togetheryou makea tempest of wordsacross the fielda girl profess

Drop a seedlet it fallwhen it is on the groundlife starts.Soon sprouts of joy will comebe patientlet it grow.A bud appears, love starts.A flower grewand now we are here.

Fallthe leaveson the the treesare changing.instead of bright lusciousgreenis red orange and yellow.they(the leaves)make their annualtrip tothe ground.Wintersoft, smalla white wonderlandenvelopesthe sl

this actually happened to me! Please comment! silently serenading,we dance.even though we are surroundedby people,it seems as ifwe are alone.I look upembarrassed,but your easygoing smilebrings me back

mothers, fatherssons and daughtersall sitting around the family tree.all filled with glee for one anotherglee for the new, glee for the old,glee for the shy, glee for the bold,and everyone ...

Bubba:grandmother in Yiddish.Carefullymeticulouslyshe laborsunder low lit lampa clothas fine as goldwraps around her fingersand makesa patternthat has never beenthought of––––yet.this is a sho

I'm experimenting with a new type of poetry so if it sounds weird let me know!high up in the air,a colorful cloudor messed up rainbowI can't tell which, sits upon ...

sea stars,sea shells,bright pink shadesof rings and bells.on the sea shore,I always want moreto make more timefor plays and rhymes.the ocean is commotion,a toxic potion.mermaids sing of many cute thin

Hey I'm a zombieI like to eat brainsI live on the railroad in front of old trains *I use to be humanmy name was TedI use to eat steakand sleep ...

Falling, Falling, Falling, Down. * The leaves on the autumn trees don't know which way or when or why. But their aimlessness has its purpose as the leaves of fairies' ...

She is at crossroads About to be swept away In the huge expanse That is time Understanding of how Uncertain our insubstantial Lives are and how Humans can be brushed ...

Untamed, primal You entice me like a child by the Pied Piper--in fact, I am a child near you so ancient and immense- Peter Pan and I a Lost Boy. ...

Chaos wracked my bones Until my body splintered At last, I was light

Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Girl and guy meet. A classic story?