emmylou1995

Alone Mother's laying on the ground,Lifeless, breathless, dead.A pair of glassy eyes, a plastered scream,On her cold, pale head. How could this fever strip me, of all my childhood? If ...

Look at the Children Look at the children without a home with nothing to eat just skin and bone. Look at the children living on the streets coiled up in ...

Is this good or does it need work? Hiding in the darkness From the evil one Here she comes around the corner I take off and run. Through the maze ...

Here are some of my haikus. Will you please give me advice?! #1 midsummer the fresh wood scent of the lumberyard #2 mid afternoon the scent of lilacs hidden by ...

BleedingWhy do these blackened tears roll out my eyes,Overflow the ocean of innocence.'Till when the waves and breeze and beauty dies,The sizzling fires of sorrow dance. Old paths of golden ...

What have you done to me?A haze of chaos as affections shudder.Once we experienced wonder,innocent and childlike,but your love drifted away.A clouded vision of memory -emotions follow pain, follow hat

This poem is about a girl who gets put into jail for her religious beliefs. Heaven Shunned Slender beams of moonlight enterthis darkened prison as I kneel,always cold, always lost,frozen ...

Eternal NothingIt is a night of dark desire, a song of blood,wolves vent their howls. The ethereal oneawakens.Mist shrouds her pale form,an everlasting desire.Her almond shaped eyes,glinting like star

I Am From...I am from peanut butter and bacon grease and the old wooden tree house.I am from the neighbors driveway,hot and sticky in the summer heat,the ant sized pebbles,burning ...

The icy coldness of the wind,swims through my open window,it dances with my ink black hair,and whispers fear to me. I huddle under my green sheets,a stranger they have teeth ...

The mirror is,shattered,into many,pieces.Each shard is like,a memory,lost beneath the,pain.Like a petal of a,rose,that lands upon,a candle.Though all seems,lost,it is not,for hope resides,in every, sh

The shock of thy seduction,rages deep within my soul,like a galloping stallion.Mere gazes from your calming eyes,and thy silken cloak,awaken tingling electric arcs,within my veins. And if I had a ...

As snow dies to a fire,that runs blue,your white gown,pours burning love,on each skull.And among water-lilies,when the sap of the world,and the wine of the daylight,hit your eyes, you laugh.Who ...

No WeepingOnce I savored loneliness,I thought it could explain,the reason why I felt so lost,the reason for my pain. Only now do I see,that loneliness was the key,that changed my ...

KneelThis is the poem that criesin the desert of time,that kneels on the sand,because in darkness the stars are bright,because in darkness we see what is not, and it is ...

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. The strong breeze interwove with my hair and started to dance, lifting my black curls to the sky. My face fell warm ...

Slender beams of silver moonlight enter this darkened prison as I kneel. I am always cold, always lost. I am frozen here, waiting. Robed forms wrought in panes of glass ...

I'm All Your Living ForI don't know what to say,And I don't know what to do,And I don't know how to get it across,That I'm in love with you. Every ...

Faith...don't let me drown,in this ocean of pain.I want two legs...two hands.I want a tongue...I want teeth. I want freedom to move...and freedom to sing. I need eyes...cause I can't ...

My Only TreasuresThe morning sun brings upon us,not golden light but death.Death is such a one-sided argument,we have no choice but to listen to its shadow-thickened voice while it lures ...

Hidden VeinsPale lips the glossy texture of thy blood,and nimble limbs that pluck at hidden veins,upon which plays a passionate flood of,unbearable love, unspeakable pain. An emotion of the past ...

Death is such a one-sided argument.We have no say, no choice in when to live is to dieand to die is to live.When one is gone their lives carry on ...

Memories dance on the fringe of her conscience,hazy and forsaken,as the years drag on and on.Her skin is dry.Deep creases litter her eyes, her neck, her hands,and her hair has ...

YellowLaughing.The rising sun,a miniature canary,the song of life.Dancing.The softness of butter,the warmth of hairspray,the aroma of curry. Trusting.A glass of lemonade,the sway of a dandelion......t

BlueFlying.The waves of an ocean,a robins egg,the cloud-filled sky.Crying.A whispered prayer,the mist over the mountains,the rippling pond water.Believing.A childs sleeping form,the fragrance of a lov

RedListening.The setting sun,a scarlet rose,the leaves of autumn.Thinking.The stickiness of blood,the scent of bacon,a cynical laugh.Philosophizing.The memory of silence,the stroke of a pastel......th

When I have a daughter, I want her to know that the world is her classroom, where I teach, and she learns. I would want her to know that sometimes ...

Tears of silken pain Fall upon my cheeks Acid in a flask. My eyes burn. What I see is hatred, What I feel is fear. I waste away, A single ...

Part 1: Rain Wilted roses drop sun-bleached petals that settle upon the sapphire tomb of blackened river water. When all hope drains the rain will wash away the memories, the ...

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling And I befriend the shadows, that dance on my wall. I feel like I'm slipping, towards a greater unknown An unknown ...

The crowd slithers between the apartments back and around and upon the road to and from and for their jobs a somber lull fills their breath they need another chance ...

Her eyes are the moon and the stars, and her dress is silk, that hangs to her ankles, sweeping the ground. Her hair is long and unkempt coal from a ...

slip a cough drop between your lips laugh and spew your lyrics I wait by your side and gather your hand in mine What can you say? I ...

His fingers claw through his hair grabbing at his head, trying to make the memories fade away but they linger on the fringe of his consciousness that has been split ...

Poem about a girl that deals with grief by becoming shallow.

A poem

Pantoum Poem

Poem about making mistakes.

A candle in the window

Don't you want to know?

Written in the viewpoint of Adam Lanza's mother, who is struggling with whether to love her son or hate him after what he did.

Did you ever learn to dance it?

A poem about.....I guess you'll have to read it to find out.

A poem about Meaninglessness

What is cutting like?

Is Mankind doomed for a meaningless end?

This poem needs a friend.

Short Prose Poetry

Short Prose Poetry

A metaphor for the animalistic side of humans.

The story of Persephone told in a modern day setting.

Who is he?

Fight for what you love.

Melanoma: A type of skin cancer

That point when you can't live with yourself anymore.

A story about a brother and sister who are living with next-to-nothing.

A depression love story...

Isla de las Munecas (Island of the Dolls) is an island covered with hundreds of old dolls hanging in trees. http://www.isladelasmunecas.com/