By Ms.Johnee on April 6, 2009
She pulled herself out of the water, nails digging into the soggy riverbank, choking on weeds and coughing up the muck from the riverbed. She lay still for a while, long wet tendrils of her dark hair straggling across her face, her fingers embedded into the moss and leaves beneath her. Her jeans, heavy with [...]
Posted in Death Poems, Prose Poetry | Tagged Ash, blood, Bound, Bud, Butt, class, cold, Concrete, Creatures, dark, Dawn, death, Dirt, Elbow, eyes, Fate, fiction, Flesh, Ghosts, Grass, Horizon, horror, Knots, love, Map, Moss, Muck, Mud, Nails, Nature, pain, Rain, Rebirth, Rope, Rose, Sea, sin, Sky, Sun, Thighs, Tick, Toes, Tree, Trees, world
By lockheart on November 8, 2008
I used to believe in miracles , Used to think that I had a guardian standing tall , With auburn tresses falling delicately covering his untainted cerulean eyes , His hoary white wings would glisten in the velvety moonlight , His arms would form a hindrance to protect me from the malovelent , I would [...]
Posted in Free Poems, Love Poems, Prose Poetry, Romantic Poems, Short Love Poems, Short Love Poems, Short Poems, Short Sweet Love Poems | Tagged alone, Angel, Break, Clouds, Dawn, eyes, Faith, falling, girl, heart, Heaven, Life, list, loneliness, lonely, love, miracle, Moon, Moonlight, Sorrow, Sun, Voices, war, Warmth, Wings
By redmandy21 on October 7, 2008
I fall asleep, if but only for A split-second: End of cigarette in my right hand. It’s early, I mean early morning, Her ghost; detached from her vehicle and ready She, wanting to take over me Through the semi-transparent white; That of an angelic-spread. Swinging my empty left hand; forward I haul Myself. I jolt [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged Angel, Cigarette, class, empty, Ghost, Left Hand, Maynard, sin, sleep, Swinging, war
By paisley on May 17, 2008
it’s been more than a year now,, since father left us,, mother, and i alone.. things have not been easy,, but we are making our way,, in this strange world,, into which we’ve both been thrown… with father gone, and little in the coffer,, after his illness and burial and such,, our one saving grace,, [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged alone, Anger, Bang, Black And White, Blush, breeze, class, cold, D White, dark, Darkness, Daughter, dust, Father, Friend, heart, joy, Lace, Life, loss, love, Mother, Music, night, paisley, Prayer, Sad, Sadness, Sea, sin, Solemn Prayer, spring, Strife, Swift, Tick, world
By abraham on May 7, 2008
Freedomโ€s been cherished since time began No people on earth has the right To deny another people to exist free Itโ€s the Creatorโ€s prerogative We can only feel, think not act Thatโ€s not ours to do And should this divine law be violated No sacrifice is big enough! Then does the Great Games stand a [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged class, Creator, Earth, Freedom, Game, Human Rights, people, sin, Tibet, Vine
By paisley on May 5, 2008
in much the same way as steel,, when passed thru the flame, will temper,, passions flames, once quenched,, have hardened my heart.. like the frog, playing comfortably in the pot of cool water,, unaware of the flame below,, oblivious,, as the temperature rises,, i languished in the all consuming tongues of your passion,, as you [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged Anguish, cool, Desire, dust, Essence, Flame, Flames, Frog, heart, love, Lute, paisley, Passion, passions, Sea, Sex, soul, Temper, war
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