Zachary Clark

Zachary Clark Poems

Love is the feeling in ones stomach of fluttering,
The butterflies that envelop the pit.
The heavy stuck rock in the bottom of ones throat.
Stubborn as a jackass's retarded growth stunted son.

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day I can go anywhere.
I hope the scary people with stars aren't still there.

If mad is a hatter then mad am I
We'll riddle a needle to that of an eye
Make monkeys purple and rabbits fly
Then when one of the 'sane' asks us why

In a concealed
Enchanting clearing,
Is a deep Royal Blue river,
That shimmers bright

I don't know the
real me.
A shadow.
A lone cloud.


Help! Help! Please help me!
I need help...
I am alone in a darkened room
I hear my echoing cries

Humming at the world
As the world screams at me
Searching the darkness
But there is nothing to see

It is, but the one way
That gate of no return
Deep within Auchwitz

Watch the world as it spins unfazed
Day turned night and time slips way
Why I wish this time stood here
For all I want is near

Love can be followed through time
Often seen in its greatest hour
The sight is always so sublime
As you see the word's mighty power

Twang! Ping! Ping! Zing!
Zing! Ping! Ping! Twang!
Lost in endless sand...
An instrument observing life...

Loves not to be
Loves me for me

Loves not for I

...........Poem.. Written..Slow..........
...........Thought.. ful.....I.........

Zachary Clark Biography

A 18 year old boy self motivated as a poet. He realized that a poet is unable to make a decent living so he decided to share it to the world. He has gone through some things in the past boosting his descriptive power and personal presence in everything he writes. He wishes someday everyone will be touched by at least one of his works...)

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Loves Power

Love is the feeling in ones stomach of fluttering,
The butterflies that envelop the pit.
The heavy stuck rock in the bottom of ones throat.
Stubborn as a jackass's retarded growth stunted son.
The muscles of ones mouths moving of there own accord,
As they look like a buffoon trying to strike a match of laughter.
The increased pace of a softened heart,
Getting the blood of a drunken bastards fighting while still as a statue.
The genius's nervous unrestrained sweat.
Around women as that of an old greasy rag.
Making it yet the more impossible to hold a dozen roses,
Made all the more beautiful by the drink of thy shaking hands.
Legs turning to that of a parfait in stature,
Feet and hands as cold as ice and numb as thy jelly legs.
A sensation of sharpness electric in feeling within there hands,
Uncontrollable writhing from finger to toe.
The power of the passion of which ones strength has come,
Of the simple undeniable instinct and will to make their’s.
Trying to shake predictions of destruction from the soul,
The horrible feeling of untidiness, ugliness, and bad breath.
The prickly hair on thee skin stands like a thousand sharp needles,
Trying to replenish the heat to thee outside of thee chilled body.
Goosebumps crawling upon thy skin,
Making to chill almost relaxing to the touch.
The half tense half relaxed posture putting thee into an awkward state,
The sweat giving a true feeling of being able to slide out of there skin.
Clothes fancy getting drenched clinging to there skin,
Once of great design ruined by the salt water of there skin excretes.
Slowly sneaking up wishing you wrote a fine letter instead,
Hoping thee doesn't look up into thy eyes or laugh.
Clearing the lump in your throat ask thee, 'Will you go out with me? '
Hoping the other shares thy feelings and says thy heart yearning, 'Yes! '

Zachary Clark Comments

Christiahna Pittman 29 August 2015


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Taylor Walker 24 August 2009

i love ur poems there awesome. u should read mine there good but not as good as urs

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Jennifer Morgan 18 May 2009

i liked it.i just dont think that it was about anything very important

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Gordon Smith 15 March 2009

There was a great flow of majesty in this poem. Very must the essence of a cat....

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Anderlee Goforth 10 March 2009

I loved it has touched my heart

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