poem

The first moon is silver. The second is gold. The third moon is reflections and tints and trying to see. The first moon is truth. The second is trust. The third moon is lies and regrets and remembered promises gone wrong. The first moon is changing. The second is caring. The third moon is...

The hot wind from afar Sings and laughs for the willow Gently sweating leaves I watched how he sat down there Under the willow for me. Raindrops fall till dawn Scattering the world’s colours To cleanse the bleak streets He opened his umbrella And smiled at me with hope. Snowflakes danced in...

Dionysus Hair of wine-red, falling like the waterfall’s Rushing stream. Ravenous eyes alight with Something luring them to these grand halls Made of marbled, polished diamond and gold. Seeking His contently willing prey, He Draws His tongue across His pearly fangs bold. Wine in the...

(This is an old poem that I wrote and fixed up a little bit a few months ago. I want to keep it raw, so I am not going to change it much but feel free to leave criticisms anyways!) (TRIGGER WARNING: INVOLVES MENTIONING OF PARENTAL ABUSE) The woman and man signed the papers Changed their names...

Hello fellow poetry writers and lovers! Tonight I have a challenge/game for you! Can you write a really bad poem? Whether is be crude, grammatically incorrect or just plain stupid, it counts! So, let me start. A Duse's Destiny! - PuddingPalGal I love to poo It's a great thing to do Let it be...

My heart For you, she aches. My breath For you, she abates. My life, For you, she makes. My love, For you, she waits. With rich history, And culture, entwined No physical connection, But one of the mind. Unlikely characters, Forced in a dance, Will happiness end, or be given a chance? Of what...

A son's devotion I wake up to find you have left, oh father My tears drip down and they flow like a river Please come back I ask you by our creator I have never been away from you ever I miss your scent and kiss, oh son of Khal And my name is the sweet name of your father You've given me this...

I wrote this for school but I thought it was cool so I wrote it down. I dunno, critique 'n' stuff? Also, when my teacher said we were making poems I was like, "Hmm, should I make a happy poem or one that makes her think about extestensalism?" Stuck inside This box of mine Never to be opened...