1. This first one is entirely fictional. I wrote it a while ago based on something that I don't remember.
The Shift
The touch of fingers on my skin like sharpened sparks of fire
A single kiss can speak a life's whole worth of simple words
Best smiles, those that glitter eyes of Med'terra'nan blue
I hear the voice of God when laughter chimes in your sweet voice
But how to stop the burn when sparks ignite engulfing flames
And what to do when words run out and kisses with them too
When happiness is drowned in oceans spilled from those blue eyes
And how to block demonic shrieks denouncing all of love.
2. And here's another French poem. Because French is awesome.
Delynn
Ce n'est pas le sang,
ce n'est pas les liens.
C'est l’âme et l'amour,
c'est l'effet à mon coeur.
C'est la beauté d'une petite fille,
c'est la joie quand elle rit.
c'est vrai qu'elle est ma propre famille.
3. I picked an object and wrote a poem. Deal with it.
Chalkboard
A powd'ry cough of tough white smoke
Smooth green slate with whitened streaks
White powder makes the words that form my poem
4. Another Sugarland poem
Stand Up
Voice crashes out
like drums of thunder
Words flow from a tongue;
the lyrics to a dream.
The crowd cheers
as a million cymbols roar.
Rumbling applause,
rapid piano chords.
5. I was going to add more to this (and may do so in the future) but I'm on a roll so I'm posting a bunch of half finished poems and calling them done.
Every Girl Like Me (BTW this is a Sugarland poem)
we fight till the end of the night then we hug and make up and we kiss and make love
this is real Love.
6. I think I have one more in me
It's time to go to bed
Before my eyes go red
I need to sleep
So sane I'll keep
'Tis probably all but dead
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