bluewaterlily

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i am one of the last of my kind, a poet, a marvel to scientists, a creature prone to turbulence, as I battle the erratic metaphors rippling under my skin ...

We stand side by side on the precipice of the universe but it amazes me how finite your mind is, how even when the universe washes the shore the tides ...

Everyday I cross valleys and oceans for you, trying to please you, and I trapeze a tightrope stretched over continents. I cut the safety net away years ago, and as ...

It’s hard to sleep at night When I feel my heart Caught in between the Shifting tectonic plates of my ribs That grind past each other, and no words can ...

You were an artisan Crafting fragile gleaming Words that are pieces of Handblown glass that always Left me captivated, as if I was Cinderella with the glass slipper I built ...

To Swallow the Ocean I am a vessel Fancying myself a well depthless as the ocean of infinity, but lately I’ve learned even the gods have limits. But I allow ...

To Play Atlas You asked me why I try to save the drowning ones, those who Have abandoned ship and have swam too far from the shore To follow the ...

Hey, Alice, so I am here to comment on your poem as you asked me to. So I will start off with a few suggestions of how to reword things, ...

Fathom Me Into Constellations You want a constellation to adorn your picturesque skies, but my stars are too jumbled, into a mosaic galaxy with snarled strands of stardust too tangled ...

Hurricane Riders You are a game of chance, and I your gamble, you are a flight risk, and you crafted a pair of paper wings for me we stood on ...

Totally not a filler poem. And totally not cheating by using a haiku as poem of the day: I will hurl my voice to the sky and the stars will ...

*snags spot* Your art is seriously amazing! In a hurry but I will be sure to add in the details in afew hours.

Helios drags his chariot across the sky, the cerulean gleams with the promise of new horizons that expand into infinity. I possess Icarus's ambition reserved only for the gods as ...

Decrescendo I don't know. Started listening to You Found Me by the Fray and wrote this. So here is a short cliche poem. You shifted the world, draping it over ...