Bryan Alexander
Bryan Alexander Poems
Like a one winged
butterfly
I turn circles in the sky
Lost and spiraling down
...
Ive been looking
but cannot find
a soul so incomplete
it could be completed with mine
...
be careful
with my love
not because I am fragile
as in the sense of a roses stem
...
I see her face
in the shattered mirror
of my world
and in this moment
...
You have never
Loved
until you hold your child
brand new and innocent
...
fighting this burning
my fingers are yearning
to twist this blade
inside your heart
...
you shake your hair
and my dreams fall
like arrows shot
from Cupid's bow
...
Another sleepless night
I count numbers and sheep in my head
but everything brings me back to you
and the smell of your perfume
...
I have not lived
but for 22 years
I wondered with eyes half open
and ears half closed
...
a cast away
thrown from the ship of sorrow
swam out into the black sea
searching and yearning for land
...
today I watched my dog (Killian)
jump over a five ft. fence
3 times trying to get to the neighbors tree
and bite this squirrel
...
trapped beneath the surface
the icy cold fills my lungs
I watch the suns rays
bounce off the waves surface
...
It rained all summer
and it was fitting
because the world
mourned the loss of
...
I exist
on xanax and beer
poorly written verse
and a little bit of fear
...
rage was taken
stolen in the dead of night
to scared to fight
or put to flame
...
I cant free you from my mind
I cant let go of the noose
you tied so carefully around my neck
seeing you in my mind
...
I went to the ocean
Parted the seas
and she was
kind enough to reveal
...
Bryan Alexander Biography
In a couple days I am scrapping all these shitty Emo poems and starting over. 'A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse there rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. HE LIVES THE POETRY HE CANNOT WRITE. The others write poetry they dare not realize.' -Lord Henry from the picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde You could always turn the page.... R.I.P Logan Alexander 1/21/09-5/16/09 You are Loved....
The Best Poem Of Bryan Alexander
A Few Lines For The Phillistines
Who is to define
what is poetry
and what is not
would a poet
dare to
tell a soldier
how to fire his gun
or to show an architect
how to design
his castle
or to tell
a king how to rule
his kingdom
I think not
Here in these lines
my pen is my gun
and I am the soldier
these pages
are the the castle
I built
stone for stone
where nothing once stood
In these poems
I am the king that
rules
commanding battalions
of metaphor
and lording over
my wordy subjects
Let the poet decide
what is poetic
and let him
transcribe and relate it
as he sees fit
What is meaningless to one
may be musical to another
we are all poets
some just listen
a little better
to the voice
that shouts
these lines
from inside
Bryan Alexander Comments
Bryan, how do you discribe his poems, I will try to do it justice, They are real they are a part of him self, they are brilliantly written and amazingly awesome, Keep it real Bryan! !
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11/14/2026 8:06:05 AM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
hey babe i found your works of art! ! ! ! i didnt see any bout subway cups and crank that batman jk i live your poems your quite talented at more than one thing! ! ! lol -thursday