Tags : rhyme

At the Bottom of the Liquor Bottle

At the Bottom of the Liquor Bottle

A Poem by Dalton Wagoner


At the bottom of the Liquor Bottle I saw I was out again I am on my third bottle And not a penny to my name I was trying to get drunk enough To a..
Absolution

Absolution

A Poem by shriram


Written by Caitlyn Lacovara
Thoughts 2

Thoughts 2

A Story by Alfred Kukitz


Huh?
Rubbing thumbs

Rubbing thumbs

A Poem by Jap


A poem. I wrote this poem. By me. Poem. A poem, by me, because i wrote this poem. By me. And its a poem.
Severe brain storm warning

Severe brain storm warning

A Poem by Indrid Cold


decide for yourself what you think its about
Hymn of the battle within

Hymn of the battle within

A Poem by Indrid Cold


The light has shed its skinThe scorching embers burn withinLike fire molds the shards of glassThe curses of old have come to passAs old man winter tak..
Stress fracture

Stress fracture

A Poem by Indrid Cold


The shadows of dusk are reaching for meTo blind me with darkness and set me freeOh! How I long to beIn a place where I can finally breathWhere no long..
He Who Is Free

He Who Is Free

A Poem by Kenny N


Just a quick blurb for a Thursday
War

War

A Poem by Treylee


Just my perspective
I LOVE FOOD! (and it's killing me)

I LOVE FOOD! (and it's killing me)

A Poem by KCthelastboyscout


Love food? Me too! How can anyone live without it? We NEED it! Until... "We hope when you read this you will laugh, but seriously..."
It's Lost

It's Lost

A Poem by Wallflower


Bleary eyed poetry.
Happy New Me

Happy New Me

A Poem by Yahallo


It can be tough to be yourself after someone you loved leaves.
Scared of Sad Songs

Scared of Sad Songs

A Poem by Yahallo


Not giving a chance. Making up things. Feeling terrified for no reason. Being scared of the sadder side of life.
(Atypical) Sonnet of Their Beauty

(Atypical) Sonnet of Their Beauty

A Poem by Adrian R.


A sonnet written about my ex, whom I loved very much.
Nocturnal Melancholy

Nocturnal Melancholy

A Poem by Carel Mani


This is something I felt during 7 years of imprisonment on a foreign continent.
Convert Me?

Convert Me?

A Poem by Yahallo


people can believe in one thing but not in another
Fur

Fur

A Poem by Lucia


My neck is warm, too hot- almostThe fur is a dyed, pure rabbit lined scarfPoufs of pink and burgundyLining my neck like blood grown dark with timeAn a..
Slaughter

Slaughter

A Poem by Lucia


Where trees once kissed the skylineI find ribs upon a cageWhere pristine borders now entwineI once bore twinkling stageWhere honey once did glistenUpo..