Collection of poems, sad and sweet
This is an unlimited poem collection I will keep updating poems here, you'll find happy, sad, lovely, cruel poems here. All your teenage emotions written out in one whole poem collection.
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Rising sun, the moon is still high, Universe will be calling out to me tonight, Silver stones are rolling by, Tickets to the cinema, flashing a strong light, Ice frozen grounds, my bare feet cry, Cold outside, I'm trying to put up a fight.
Shining rocks, silver bone, Ichor flows in those veins, Liquor high, voice is monotone, Venice scene, river clean, but my shirt has stains, Emerald moon, raining storm, huge hitting cyclone, Reading books under streetlights, noises made by trains.
Strolling through sidewalks in cities, Hair is curled up at the ends, Ink is blooming every page of all committees, Nigerian horses displayed on the weekends, Yews grow tall, hanging by its branches are grey kitties.
Brown becomes the new black, Lovely diamonds replace gold, Ochre green displayed on the back, Olive branches wrapped around me head so cold, Moonlight that shines brighter than sun, turns white back to black.
Driving mercedes on the streets, In moonlit nights with music on, killer speed, Ants crawling through the crevices of trees, Motorcycles driven so fast, might make you bleed, On the weekends, I get lost in the night breeze, Nowhere to go, every place is my home, loneliness is a need, Diving into deep oceans that freeze.
Keeping simple country photos, In boxes that are violet and round, Little tiny pictures that remind me of memories close, Living room parties and dancing on the kitchen grounds, Every single day I end up reading a sad prose, Rivers and lakes in which the poets may have drowned.
Reaching late to all the late night parties, Over and over again every time, Under bridges lie telephone booths, Ninety years ago, when only few people liked the springtime, Drenching in sunlight to communicate, no Bluetooth, Era of the old age, the renaissance, the gilded time, Dining in gloomy lights, and dancing in ball gowns was the youth.
Ginger cat crawling towards me, Lonely love is the one that I seek, Overly emotional, dreaming about long drives that make me feel free, Overthinking at midnights, insomnia is making me weak, My mind wanders back to the rustic thirty four beads dangling on my hand on a crystal jubilee.
