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Sometimes you just get that feeling That nothing can take you down, You know? The world is my canvas And I’ve got every single color Of paint ever invented And ...

His heart pounds He fights for breath. He has been running Running forever. No, not running, Just afraid, As if he has been running. His mouth tastes Of copper, and ...

“How far is it to the moon?” she asks. You look down at the top of her head. “A long ways, my love,” you say. She turns and gazes up ...

I prowl the night Waiting. I am not cruelty; I am not greed. I am just death. I do not take What is not mine. I do not cause hurt ...

Five dollars for an opening line, Ten for a whole story. Pay me up front, I’ve had too many fall through. Pick your genre, Cliches are an extra dollar, Sci-fi ...

The wind whips long red marks across her back. The sky turns its gray face from her, angry. The earth grinds to a halt and rotates the other way. The ...

I was never bold enough To try my luck. I hung back, Waiting for others To test the waters, Longing for the initial chill Of knowing that I did that, ...

Accelerando slows to Dolce, Harmonies blend in dancing rivers Notes swirl perfectly in rhythm, Then, in back, a drum beat pounds. Allegro, crescendo, forte, scherzo, Eighth notes flicker ‘round each

Rounding and whirling Lost in the rhythm Pounding and sinking Dreams of tomorrow Lost in the dances Silver in moonlight Scarlet in bloodbath Glory and passion Ecstacy blooming Dancing til ...

A storm is brewing, Far out in the waters. I feel the wind blowing hair From my face, numb with cold, And even the water, Swelling about my knees, seems ...

Blue eyes, Hair like the crimson sun that sinks below the African horizon. Tears like opalescent ribbons trace his cheeks and he watches the autumn leaves tumble downward. Do not ...

Open your eyes. No wait, I take it back. Open your ears. Wind rushing, Dogs barking, People singing. And talking, always talking. Which is why it’s good To open your ...

On that slide I lost my second tooth. On that swing, my best friend told me that boogers taste like salty chocolate and made me try some, and over there, ...

I wrote this as a school assignment when we read "The Revealers" a few years ago in English. It is sort of childish but I think its okay. Don't go ...

I wrote this poem at around seven in the morning, when I realized that all my mornings start with the exact same routine, down to the minute I get downstairs. ...

This isn't supposed to be deep or stirring and I wasn't aiming for morbid, so I really hope you don't come out of this poem thinking that way. I really ...

Old Man He can’t possibly see me; His eyes are creamy with cataracts, But he seems to watch my every move As I sit in the ancient rocking chair Beside ...

Frost on a windowpane Delicate as a rose, Cold as a tumbling waterfall Fragile as our impermanent lives. Fireworks on New Years Eve Bright as the eye of a child ...

Teacher said to write a poem. Bunch of lines, not much else. Mostly about love, who cares? I don't let them whine. I was planning n making this a very ...

This post is more of a question than a poem. Sorry if I posted it in the wrong spot. I was digging through my old notebooks and I found one ...

Softly lullaby Sweet child sleeps like pearly dawn Memories will fade.

White clouds drifting 'Cross a sea of azure So pure I feel apart of it, Soaring. Green mountains stand sentinel, Folding blue to purple In the distance. So much to ...