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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 42 of 274

I hate the rain I hate it all. Cold and I'm wet And I'm sorry That I didn't call. Still coming down Nowhere to fall Cold and I'm wet And I'm sorry That I didn't crawl Back to your door step When you offered your help. You said all is forgiven But I wouldn't listen. Didn't know you wouldn't be there When I decided to give a c...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 60 of 372

Love Not Meant to Be An exercise in futility, Pretending you mean nothing to me. My heart is caught up in a rhyme That belonged to me when you were mine. You were my poetry, Echoing beauty in all I could see. You touched off dreams in me, Entangled gently, love not meant to be. I know you think that I'll survive your leaving...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shadow of myself: 4 of 22

In the shadow of myself, I am hollow; I am shallow. In my world nothing is hallowed. To you I am some Wispy unwanted thing. You ignore me Until I confront you, You explore me When you want to But you never do implore me To be more than just A momentary fling.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Procrastination: 6 of 29

Locked inside failure. Frustration my jailor. Too much noise And distraction. Incessant inaction. Frozen by fear; Displaced by despair. Eternal damnation Called procrastination. Too much seething, Raging, thinking. Can't douse the fires Burning for all time Or stop the gnashing, Gnawing knowledge that This hell is surely mine.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Neglect: 7 of 27

You wear neglect Like a negligee, Projecting all Your faults and fancies Under sheer lace Covering breasts that Swell and sway, Never nurturing Another human.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Limericks: 20 of 71

Nate in a Limerick There once was a student named Nate Who went to the beach on spring break. He arrived in a limo, Blew his wad on a bimbo And shipped himself home in a crate. Imagine that young student, Nate, Listening through the slats of the crate To his landlady Refusing C.O.D. For his freedom he will just have to wait.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 243 of 828

Another Song When silence speaks louder than words And I cannot pick up the phone, I pick up my pen And I write you another song. When questions bring no answers And everything I do is wrong, I reach out for you In the words of another song. Another song without a sound, Another way to get around To saying what can't be spok...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone: 78 of 264

I am afraid of being known, Preferring to live my life alone. Who cares about my secrets? Who'd understand this screaming, Open mouth of silence? Whispers too revealing. I don't talk Cause I got nothing left to say Shut down emotions Cause words get in the way. I don't feel Cause feelings grow too deep. Can't chance a breakd...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reunited: 11 of 28

Life is filled with wasted time, Empty dreams, ironic rhymes, Tarnished gold, and blackened skies. But oh, serenity in your blue eyes. Acrid emotions inflame the world, Glass shard spears of words are hurled, Smut-black hate pollutes the air. Wheatened gold streaks your blond hair. Snarled strands of time flash forth. Almost...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 137 of 336

Starvation overtakes me On this dead end road. You don't do charity work, I know. I die here in my hunger For love you cannot show. And death creeps ever slowly. Oh, so painfully slow. Unquenched desire wicks the Moisture from my throat. Suckling the nipple of darkness, I choke. I writhe here and wonder When did I lose contr...