Floating: A Poem
I am as ethereal as a ghost,
And as brittle as an ancient skeleton's bones,
Though I've only been around for a few decades,
My soul feels worn on the edges like tattered pages,
Of a yellowed book of poetry,
Written by unrequited lovers of an era gone by,
Still floating around in the dusty air of a graveyard,
And haunting the minds of their ancestors.
- Souls: A Poem
This is a poem about two souls traveling down the path of life.
- Poetry to Escape In
I've been writing poetry since I was 13. It's something that flows naturally out of me like notes through a musician. I enjoy writing lines that contain visual words, with little focus or meaning, but rather convey an emotion or experience. Then,...
- Midnight Musing: A Poem
A girl feels alone in the city as she wishes for her love in this romantic, imaginative poem.
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