Danielle Martens Poems

You were my first.
My sweet nothings,
and first kiss.
I cannot help but
...

Love is something that
must be experienced.

Words cannot describe it.
...

Google my name
and you find entries
of others with my name
but not my face.
...

The pounding in my head,
a heartbeat,
a distraction
that keeps me away
...

If I could, would
I capture time, like
fireflies in jars,
or would I let
...

Words are a dangerous
game to play. They
are the weapons
forged from unformed
...

Unformed ideas,
vague concepts
in my head.
They bounce and
...

The almost absolute
silence that shrouds
the mind and arranges
the day’s thoughts
...

The bird, desperately
hurls itself at its
cage. Its wings,
frail from misuses,
...

My heart beats
slowly, almost not
at all. The blood
in my veins is
...