Most Discussed Poetry

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how ’bout now! He said, a little bit further, Son,... (more »)

I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands all through your hair each treasured strand.... (more »)

Books fill up my room. Not baseball cards, or pictures of girls, or basketballs. Maybe a blown up picture of … … Pam Anderson might help. Black-framed glasses and a white, pale, lanky body. I should start working out. At least... (more »)

You're sittin' over there talkin' like you're better than me like you've got a right, more skill in everything like it's destined in some prophecy But let me tell you something something one day you'll... (more »)

See it but never feel it. Get close, only to push it away. “Don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone” Epitome of my life. What is wrong with me? What makes me so un-lovable? Can someone remove this defective... (more »)

The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I might find the strength to fall in love again.... (more »)

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your glasses, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

I saw you today, But you're not as I remember. Your eyes no longer sparkle, You've changed since last September. You were so full of life, Yet now you are so cold. Your personality has tarnished, When you once had a heart of... (more »)

Her skin, butter-cream by day, turns translucent by night. Her hair, ebony black, shimmers like the night sky But only to deceive those she encounters Her lips, stained crimson from her victims Eyes piercing blue, penetrating those who make... (more »)

From this point forward I will not stand to be unhappy any longer. I will not stand to be broken down, broken apart, broken-hearted. From this point forward my success does not depend on my waistline and my strength does not depend... (more »)