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She was dark. She had eyes as black as the coffee she drank in the mornings and a wardrobe to match them. The only color she took comfort in was grey, the shade you find in cloudy Portland skies. But those clouds were never as heavy as the ones that formed in her head and every night when they got too full, rain would fall from her opaque eyes. Rain drops would roll down her cheeks and on to the blank pages she tried to fill with words she never got to say to him. Lightning struck as she suppressed her sobs and thunder bellowed when she let them go. But no matter how many times she sat in front of that empty white paper, it stayed empty and white. Perhaps because what she needed to say, no words would ever do justice. Every night she goes to bed, defeated, to escape the storm. Then she wakes up and sees that the showers from the night before have bloomed flowers and there are rays of sun beaming through the clouds. As she reaches for cream to put in her black coffee, she wonders how long this spring will last and awaits for the darkness to return as it always does. Perhaps this time she'll find words to fill the empty white pages.
Beginning Again
"What is it like to begin again?" I relate our lives to the little things that we forget we accomplished in our younger days of existence.
Erika FerrainoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Longest Four Years
I don't need your support. I do not want it. I don't want the idea of pity, self or any other kind to infiltrate my life.
Amelia AlvaradoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThrough the Fields
Carry me away from this pain. The darkness is kissing me in the nights when you’re away. Slowly creeping back into my life
Kota MullerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsInnocent Soul
My collection of poems inspired by life. From love to abuse to everything in between. Souls can be innocent much like an evergreen.
Ruby SteelPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRed Hawk
There was a great treasure to be found in the trickling of streams and the hills rising to mountains in our hearts and the breeze says
Richard MacNeillPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHaiku
I was really bored at work one day and I wrote a bunch of dumb haiku, but at the same time I kind of liked them. 1). Working at Splash Zone.
Jessica DixonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAn American Dream
I looked around the nice restaurant. There were not many people here, just a few couples scattered around the room immersed in their own conversations. I could not remember the last time I had been in a city bigger than my hometown. My cousin, Christina, had moved to New York City a few years back. I rarely left my small home in rural Massachusetts. She convinced me to come and visit her. When I arrived, and we had caught up with each other; Christina told me that she knew a man that I should meet. I was not too anxious to meet a man. I had some unsavory encounters in the past. She believed that I was too shy. To make her happy I agreed to go on the blind date. Christina told me that he was a poet and that she had met him at one of his readings. I guessed that since he wrote, too, at least we would have something to talk about.
Almárëa LaurësilPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWater Me in Silence
// Within me are dead petals from the sunflowers I was born with. They are as dry as the tears I've cried and as empty as my soul. There is a permanent sunset inside me, one that lays upon the pacific and settles on the golden sand. I am but a wave, consuming every last bit of this world and spitting it all out as I crash. There is a glow that comes and goes, and as it leaves so does my longing to be. But when it returns, oh baby, it glows brighter than any star ever could. There is a love that is inside of me. This love radiates through every emotion. It is a love that is pulled from deep, deep inside and sprinkled upon the soul of each passing stranger with a story. There is a love inside of me. Be gentle when you're inside me, there is a love inside me. //
Two Poems
[ A Little Attic in my Head ] (Pt. 1) I close my books for the night. I repack the boxes And check if any need more duct tape.
Cat Charity JudePublished 7 years ago in PoetsGoogle Translate With Shakespeare
William Shakespeare is one of the very few writers in the world that has remained relevant even centuries after his death. His famous work has been adapted many times and his use of words have been constantly dissected by generations of pupils and teachers. He is considered one of the great writers of all time. Of course, nowadays this can be easily disputed as everybody has their own opinion. Despite this, his work is still referenced and adapted even to this day. So, a random thought came to me after watching some Google Translate sing music videos: what if Shakespeare's work went through the ever-so-famous Google Translate treatment?
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in Poets"The Wisdom of Old Jelly Roll" Analysis
"The Wisdom of Old Jelly Roll" How all men wrongly death to dignify Conspire, I tell. Parson, poetaster, pimp, Each acts or acquiesces. They prettify,
Karen RakowiczPublished 7 years ago in Poets