Category Archives: Poetry Series

Poetry: Fragments of Her Orbit

She builds a mosaic across the nebula of her orbit. The scope is held to her orb, allowing her to capture the sudden eclipse. She allows herself to lend an ear to the unheard, sonorous pieces of herself. A violinist’s bow apart from the instrument leads an estranged life. The white keys of a grandContinue reading “Poetry: Fragments of Her Orbit”

Poetry: Simply Put

Simply put, Sometimes the lines blur, Hearing ceases, The rain pours, Your shoes fill with sand, And you’re hair gets pulled. You fall down,                     down,                              down, Into grass that pokes and prods. You look up,                    up,                        up, At the clouds of storm. You try to get up, Out of the mud And the concrete OfContinue reading “Poetry: Simply Put”

Poetry: The Hummingbird That Visits Me

A distant buzz nears coming closer until I  look, up into the face of a bird. A beak, oh so long, sucks on the nectar awaiting the taste of syrupy sweets. The eyes declare the truth of its visit. I have long since missed the days we shared. The way you would be on theContinue reading “Poetry: The Hummingbird That Visits Me”

Poetry: Why Can’t We Just Be?

Why can’t we just be? Why must we be something? Why can’t I be enough as I am? I try hard to get ahead in my words and my writing; the world tries harder. Still, I am but a child trying to do something. Anything I achieve can account for nothing. If I am notContinue reading “Poetry: Why Can’t We Just Be?”

Poetry: Speak, Don’t Write

Words written on a page Serve one purpose, A story told through trees Both ancient and pointless. As words describe the world  It destroys it. For a poem leaves but a trace As time erases. Words spoken into existence Are immune To the time warping of paper Strung askew. Spoken thought invades the mind. WhereasContinue reading “Poetry: Speak, Don’t Write”

Poetry: Cranberry Woods

Each night I walk through the Cranberry Woods; the red dripping down like slime through the trees. I become lost, wondering if I should find my way out. So I can escape me. The scent is so sweet, the red inviting. I pretend not to see the corpse of words. Words not spoken and wordsContinue reading “Poetry: Cranberry Woods”

Poetry: Overwhelmed

This is the sonnet I wrote for my tenth grade Language Arts class: Cloud of suffocating darkness descends, Her mind clouds with memories of faces. Time standing still trying hard to amend; Network of strings strategically placed. Symphony of chaos makes her head pound. Through the dark there is a flame, shining bright. Sight revealsContinue reading “Poetry: Overwhelmed”

Speech Poetry: I’m a Sponge

I wrote this form of dramatic poetry (or an epic as you will) almost a year ago. I felt it to be powerful and in most circumstances, helpful. “I’m a Sponge” addresses when you have been suppressing a good cry and the thoughts and fears that come with emotion. Interpret it as you will, butContinue reading “Speech Poetry: I’m a Sponge”