A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
...
Lovely, lovely, lovely;
They say that you are lovely
I see the sparkling in your eyes
...
I once went to a recital
For Spoken Word Poetry
A young man and woman
...
A room full of water droplets
Waiting to be changed
Transparent little canvases
...
You're the tug at my lips
That starts the smile,
You set fireflies dancing on my skin
Lighting up my night,
...
Waiting for the gun to go off
The bell to sound
The light to flash:
Waiting for my life to start
...
A thousand beads of water
Are shattered where I stand,
Half from my own eyes
...
I know I can't turn back to my old crutch
It's borne the weight that I didn't think I could
For longer than it needed to
...
Contemplating your love
Kindling your passion,
Made the rest of the world dissolve
...
Do you scream
And thrash
And beat your chest
And sob on the inside?
...
Sifted flour in clouds around my feet
Clinging to every crevice
The chilling wind pinches my cheeks pink
...
I spent the summer wrapped up
Safe in my cocoon and itching in my skin
Patiently waiting out the dark
For the new day
...
Second doesn't sound nearly as special
As first
But you're a world more important to me.
There are scars on my hands
...
I stand untouched
by flames and clubs
But the horror rakes my throat,
The fires are far away
...
Sparks in your finger tips,
Melodies on your tongue,
warmth
Fire hooks down in my core
...
I know I'm not much of a poet, but I get whims where i want to write, help me get better by commenting or rating please. I live by the ocean, love to sing, study psychology and hate the color orange)
Mothers Love
A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
In fact, she is an escape:
A word of advice
A warm embrace
An angel's forgotten cooing
She embodies compassion
And the will to do good.
My mother... Is wonderful
Her smiles and laughs color my vision
I will never forget the feel
Of how precisely she French braids my hair
(though it will only be slept on) .
My mother is warmth,
Smiles, friendship, and
Homemade pajama pants.
My mother is wonderful,
And I love her