elephantwalrus

If life were a beach With swaying palm trees And salty air, What would the problems be? Would there be any there? Would the waves crash upon the beach goers, ...

Please be Seated What is a chair? A relaxing seat? A dining place? For I was sitting on one as I ate, And wondered what would come to pass If ...

Already Gone This page is too white to write on, To defile with the strokes of this pen. It was so perfect before, It obviously isn’t anymore. This room is ...

When things were awkward Between boys and girls, Nothing could make me approach her. I would never comfort the exhausted child. She'd shy away when I looked torward Her obvious ...

It's a "what am I" poem. kinda. I pridefully display my purpose, And cannot be shelved away; My heart is rooted in the stone, And that’s what makes me immortal. ...

The Hubris Noose A venomous, thorny vine Clutches victims at the throat, Yet to them it is a gentle necklace, For they see not malevolent schemes. The captives’ blood trickles ...

In this world, there are bees and wasps, And both are annoying pests. There seems to be no purpose for them, But God created them, like the rest. The bees ...

This lonely page is the sole refuge Of a very lonely Heart Who beats lukewarm blood Throughout the empty body. It is very cold. The empty body would try to ...

Disciplined fingers Glide over keys Dulcet melodies Infatuate me Into a dopey state Where I dare not escape Lest the spell is broken, And I am left here Staring at ...

Those Winter SundaysRobert Hayden, 1962Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather ...

October CriesInharmonious screechesEcho down the hall;The ears of students and teachers alikeFitfully start to bawl.A couple of aspiring show-offsSurface above the noiseAs an ocean of uniformed member

Pocket Protector How my father sighs when the ink from a pen Has bled through the pocket of his shirt Reminds me of my heart’s silent choke After I have ...

The Things I Could Write About Must I awake and wallow writer’s block? For nothing was inspiring all of yesterday; I looked and I found myself staring at a clock, ...

Bonus points for whoever names what literary allusion appears in this piece! The Pilgrim's Prayer If his speech had a name, It would be Soothing. Even though I need no ...

The Sundress She departed from the building with her head held high, Grinning sheepishly to try to mask her pride In a white and strappy sundress she had worn not ...

I had to turn this in for a grade in English, and it had to be in strict meter, rhyme, and contain several metaphors, similies, and ellisions. I chose to ...