Most Recent Poetry

It was the bottom of the very last inning, But the visiting team was winning. The score was 4-2, The crowd was blue, For they were sure to lose. Some people drove home in their car, For their hopes of the home team winning were far. The... (more »)

Five masked women who worship the stars Dance around two of their victims. Dressed in all black, Skirts and tops embroidered With the artwork of the sky. Devil horns turned down Around their covered faces. They chant, They dance, They... (more »)

Born in ’33, in the City of Steel, rose the Pittsburgh Steelers as the NFL’s most feared. Their... (more »)

You think you can break me but you can not do such a thing. You think I will cry but I rather die. You think you have the power to keep me strung along but I have my own power and its just as strong. You think I'll be your little puppet but I... (more »)

It is what every individual craves; It is an unalienable right. It is not a privilege, And it is not a fetter. It is like a blade of grass dancing with the wind. It is a bumblebee, flying through the air with no care. Its message rings... (more »)

I have loved but once and it has torn me apart for I will never know what it meant but what it did to my heart. (more »)

43 days until I go to my home A place full of love And where I can roam Oh to see those smiles On a darkly colored face Even through the trials Of a desolate place 43 days until the river fills my soul Running with the children The... (more »)

I am from quiet and stale silence no thoughts,clear minds,new path im findin'. Hope is in the distance...my dreams are puzzled. the old me wasn't true i was always caught lyin'. My past i regret and it motivated my... (more »)

Do you want the truth Or something pretty I can give you smooth Or something sticky The truth may hurt The truth may bleed But I can always give you something pretty Do you want the truth Or what you want to hear What you do, or have been... (more »)

Exquisite and yet frozen, Their color lost of its vibrance. Cold and graceful as ice upon their bed of stone, They sadden me as I look upon them, Fragile and dead in the blue cold light. A bitter, Gorgeous, Painting of a sharp reality.... (more »)