rothwise

My mouth's agape with boredomMy eyes are wet as glassOnce again, as I so often amI'm sitting in my classMy head is growing heavy,My eyelids are cinder blocksMy pencil's speaking ...

It happens every so often When artistic muse eludes And I take up writing poems To express my many moods Words are little pictures When you think about it deep ...

Please, critique the poem to your hearts desire!It started with a simple touch of hands,Perhaps a twitch of a nose, not even.Beat of a heart rushes; knees do weaken.Whisper of ...

Not a poem...but a song Just a fun song I wrote up one day while I was bored...critique at will!---------------------------------------I look so cute sitting in this treeStaring at the giraffe ...

We dance and swingWe do a twistOur feet move quicklyThe ground, they kissWe waltz and twirlA loop-dy-loopAround the bendIn for a scoopThe floor is slickWe glide acrossOur legs are soaringTouched ...

Written in the silence of my room

Written in the depths of my room late one night.

A dark, but real, free verse about sex and substances. Based on my deepest inner thoughts and actions.

A poem for those who love to read; can't decide if it's finished yet or not.

Written when silence seemed to be the loudest shade of color I had ever seen

For all the heavy readers out there.

How Society views me as a Woman.

A free verse about how criticism can affect us.

A haiku about something I've noticed about people recently.