Bright Eyes
eyes shine bright piercing the dark drawing me in slowly reaper
All posts tagged: other poetry
Twitching
The earth twitches when the sun shines down Warming the dirt Awaking what’s underground fingers stretch unbound formally inert The earth twitches when the sun shines down eyes open to crumbling shrouds newly alert Awaking what’s underground moaning drifts from old burial mounds unsettling concert The earth twitches when the sun shines down villagers flee from the sound quickly desert Awaking what’s underground sunbeams shimmer all around Warming the dirt The earth twitches when the sun shines down Awaking what’s underground
Dark and Grey
I was supposed to write about flowers today but they are hidden in their graves the sky is dark and gray I was supposed to write about flowers today the rain drives my thoughts astray the bulbs lay in earthen caves I was supposed to write about flowers today but they’re hidden in their graves
Stains
Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain Don’t hiss them at anybody else Keep your whispers to yourself Store them bottled on a shelf I don’t want to hear your stains Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain
Imposter Syndrome
I used to think you were a tall obstacle jumping out blocking my every move, but it turns out, you’re small
Unfurling
A poem slowly blooms Words unfurling across the page Peeking out from all the gloom A poem slowly blooms In a small, quiet room Just a small, subtle change A poem slowly blooms Words unfurling across the page ********* Thank you Freeverse Revolution for the prompt! If you’re interested in reading some poetry in celebration of Poetry month, visit tonight’s open link night over at Dverse
The Trees
the trees were planted all in rows as I drove they spun and danced wildly, in the headlights’ glow the trees were planted all in rows swaying to and fro leaving me entranced the trees were planted all in rows as I drove they spun and danced
Underwater
I never forgot to blow the air with force out of my nose whenever my head was abruptly submerged underwater exhaling to keep my lungs from filling up with the cold ocean that stings my eyes and the little cuts from my razor blade wading past our knees to see if the waves could knock us over or that time we jumped off Jaws bridge on the Vinyard Except now I am the only one creating the waves that knock me over filling my lungs up my head deep underwater ***** Just posted this on Dverse’s open link night, check out some of the other great poetry over there tonight!
Back to Black
It’s fascinating how quickly white goes from shiny and sleek to damaged, dinged and dirty It’s easier to maintain all black
Yellow Brick Road
The clouds churn in the distance thick like the smoke rising from a forest fire or an atomic bomb Patiently circling whispering insinuating Waiting to lift me up and devour me whole But the sun is beaming lighting my way like the yellow brick road I know I can get where I’m going and click my heels to get back home
