A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the most assuring
As I stood before the glorious blue hues Not seeing that they were a puddle of grief Leaving a vague stain A stain, not gallons of pure water Can separate from the guilty cloth on the framework of the flaw full skin
Yet from that day to this I didn’t know the truth Until death greeted with a soft whisper of pleasant terror . The question which troubled me had to be asked Though the truth might not be so assuring
And he laughed Hysterically to what I had asked Which left me puzzled As to what the truth might be But inside I was greater terrified As to how the truth might hurt me And then he said it After tears of mirth And then I knew it What I tried to hide behind my back Was the key to the lock The lock which had tried its utmost to hide all the actuality The euphoria wasn’t so true The grief of the seas were As those proud and boundless oceans Were tears Our mother’s tears
Hello! I am a 12 year old girl and an aspiring poet ! I am a fangirl and in love with Harry Potter , Percy Jackson and Hunger Games !! I am young so my poems might not be well polished but i just write my feeling on a piece of paper because i love doing it ! Hope you like my thoughts written through my poems!!
I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride
Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be
Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the