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An Artists Last Canvas

He colors his canvas to capture her soul.
Imperfect oval face framed by fiery red curls.
Pouty lips pale pink slightly showing sorrow.
Freckled by fairy dust like flakes over her fully puffed cheeks
Hazel eyes that hide the horrors
of what this wounded warrior had witnessed.
She sought battles she shouldn't have.
Her scars show that truth upon the flesh of the fairest female.
But beauty does not stop battles.

He dresses her down to the lady like grace
To paint this portrait to put in her place.
One last picture he paints of his princess
His delicate daughter, that even in her death
He will never be without her.


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Arts in Canvas

Canvas in Creative Colors Painter Paints to Persuade People; Sends Surprises to Spectators'Sight, and Wide-ranging Wonder World Wide; Like Lighting the Love in one's Life, Arts in it is an Asset from Above!
Note: I composed this poem because arts is my passion.


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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


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TOMORROW DIED YESTERDAY

Procrastination hurled its clubs
And retrieved all the master plans
In the thought of tomorrow which 
Is still young and fresh to emerge.
So you succumbed to its fire blazing fist 
And quit to begin the next day.
The day died in tears, rejected and frustrated
Then comes tomorrow in a glorious smiles 
Filled with hopes and grace.
It was neglected just like the other tomorrow.

tomorrow died yesterday in tears.
tomorrow died yesterday in pains.
Men labour not but procrastinate.
Fear the unknown and stay day dreaming 
Wish the wish which never wish to come in vain
Can a thief steal from a thief?
Procrastination is a thief of time.

What ever you desire to do
Do it now and never wait for tomorrow .
Yesterday and today were just like tomorrow 
Which would still die in sorrow if the 
Soul is not watered bravely.

so climb the mountains for the treasures.
Go to the river and hook up the fishes and dry them.
Visit the ants for wisdom and understanding.
Sound the drums of bravery
Let the blinds men walk and dance with no one by their side.
Chase away procrastination and welcome effective act,
There is always a smile of faces on the birth of a new day.


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Shooting Stars

This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.

I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.

I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.

For a good night rest
I need it  bid me... 
And at my voice crest
I started humming

For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
A shooting
Star.  


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The Poets Refraction of Headline News

The bending light from the headline
News
As it enters my optic
Nerve
Resonates from eager
Fingertips
Coursing to my
Cortex
As the crisp crunch of
Paper
Crackles in self
Satisfaction
The pungent wisp of fresh
Paper
And strong
Ink
Refract
A
Poem

...I can touch



05/12/13


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tiny tongue twisters

heroin hero

zigzag to zero

people

peeping through the peep hole

rambling ridiculous riddles

raging rapping ripples

nibbling nimble numb nipples

simply said to be selectively simple

ponderous ponder

pushing pieces of puzzles

protruding like pus poor pimples


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wet cheeks

in the empty silence

that cuddled me in

cold corners,

i found answers

written on the wall;

with finger nails

and blood stains.

the darkness kissed my cheek

and wiped my tears away


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IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN

If we ever meet again
I would have your name
boldly written in the stars and the moons.
Kiss away your pains
And break the broken image of a battered 
Beautiful lady in a world of sorrow.
i would take you paradise and buy you the finest designers.


i would love you like my sister 
love you like my mother
take you around the world  
Then the oceans and the seas would recognize
your presence .
The trees flap their wings in joy
As they smell the freshly fragrance 
From a pretty body of an angel.
I would make you a crown of gold
That would brighten up the world.

You would be my baby mama,
the sweetest thing i ever have.
If we ever meet again 
I would make you queen of my world 
And would adorn all your entire body 
Because you're more than  a woman to me.


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you stole my heart

Words! Those words took me to heaven. Had I known that they were just whispers,  the words that fed my smile and gaze my laughter. I surrendered to him as he request. I was addicted to his touch, you astounded me how could you be so wicked so heartless. I gave you my heart I believed in your love. I felt the gravity from Jupiter; he was my life, my hope, my love. All is gone, passed by thereof the hurt is such no one should bear what’s to life, why should I care? weep all night for my love gone My heart is sick, for death I long Mine eyes well tears for love that's lost I'll bear always for the great cost. You don't mean what you say and don't mean what you do You don't mean anything because it's not true. You broke my fall and stole my heart am already damaged, you let it fall apart. The tears I cry now fall with my misery, once covered up, now for the world to see whom I really am inside. For all to see rules to which I don't abide. The circumstances in which reality shall fade. The unwanted feelings your lies have made, the shame when I realized you gained my trust the truth fading as the dust Slips through my fingers grain by grain. My heart's not only torn but also slain as shards of glass fall from the sky. Tears of blood fall from my eye. Your words crawled across my skin and I forget what I don't believe in my heart pounds as I lift my head. Dare to enter where no one has tread And I looked deep into your eyes Found the source of all your lies And even though I know they'll never be true With all my heart, I'll continue loving you. My love for you is real and true and I keep on sticking to the basic that am still in love with you I cant deny it it’s the fact and the living truth. how can i ever alllow my self to forget how wonder you could be, although you are another in these hard days mesmerized are your thoughts but love you are still the only man I want to love. save my soul.


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sigh

soliloquy of softness saddened
somber sleeping of starlight sound
song of silken sylvan sunset
psalm of satisfaction found


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Heart arteries attached to piano keys

An ailing sound, an orchestra's experiment,
Softly sailing dreadnaught notes, in an opera's environment,
Heart throbbing hardcore chorus' elements,
Penetrating pores defiling my sweat glands' sonorous ornament.

Flexing her fragile fingers upon piano keys
My hearing heart reflex's, reacts with a cute smile like of little albino kids
Harshly hammering my soft soul trapped in the musical matrix, it feels like Keano Reeves
Leaving lungs longing for oxygen as if the last vicious veldfire left no trees

"Let the music play" let lovely Jordin Spark
Let Weather be of May, let the touring Tyson park
My happy heart dances in triumph, lyrical doors have been unlocked
Let love instruments cling to my lonely ears, and play till i find Alicia Keys


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witty weighted wild word workouts

adventurous avid alliterations

bumbling bumblebee
buzzing boastfully and bodacious

carbon copy criminals
carve carnage carefully cutting
clumps of crimson cartilage

dragon dragsters who
drink and drive drunk
ditching the drooling dorks 
down the dubious ditch with diligence

exasperate examples eluding
excellent efforts emitting
electrified eloquence in every
empty edifice erected
effortlessly and expertly.....



five frizzled fictitious
free form floating flowers
flutter fast flushed with
furious fury full of frantic
flighty feelings focused
to finish the final fantasy.....finally


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Write The Shoes People Walk In--Read Aloud

The shit that burned rubber on his sleeves dug deep below skin, learned to walk then spake words from blue blood. To some it looks green, reading art through thickened skin. To devise is a device, au naturale refuses to change colors even with vitiligo on the vocal. Remaining raw road raging in his own lane is a happy madman a diamond and glass man reflecting glued together emotion exploited on paper. Hardhat literature Truce-serum signature, hone the tongue to chisel a picture parables that parallel those burned into scripture. In order to do that, you have to write the shoes people walk in- Babies insurance vetoes, the plucked rose which was closed, she says it still occurs in her sleep. To mix the write color of words to paint It's face, and then aim to maim pharmaceutical kingpins when proof is in alkaline. To write one piece that'll massage the mental of the masses, & being enabled to ink-out our dreams ...damn, I even,, almost forgot about the innocent locked on Death Row!


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Jimi's love poem

I gaze into those beautiful eyes
Your lips, they never tell me lies
Do you wonder what's going on inside?
What's this feeling I try so hard to hide
You see right through me, see me as a whole
Peer into my soul
I am open and vulnerable
Make me lose all control
Do I dare
Show how deeply I care? That anywhere
I would go, as long as you were there
All I ever truly wanted was already mine
How could I have been so blind?
Come to me and find a love so kind
Burning blue, pure and true
I feel the passion Inside of you
Wake me up in your embrace
Doesn't matter the time or place
As long as I can see your face
I crave you, your hands, your touch
Only you can make me feel this rush
True love is what I've found
Beauty spoken without a sound
His stare, his lips, his kiss
Not a moment of this dare I miss
The words you give to me, how could I forget?
Being yours for a lifetime is something I could never regret


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Withstanding Love

Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.


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Words are only words

Words are only words, a tool I find my tongue speaks with such ease. I could but sing u a thousand songs each as infite as the are drops in seas. Or write my soul on ur being pouring my heart out in every word. Rather let me delight in this pepetual silence and show u how my love take flight as the air to a bird..........silence ur heart and close ur ears and allow my evey act to demonstrate the true maening of this feeling because indeed words are only words.


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FOND APPEAL


Applaud apt act
Leave lazy lack

Lift lively link
Indulge in ink

Tell tender tease
Etch endows ease

Rich risk resigns
Art aims align

Troubles thrust think
Impulse in ink

Only odd one
Now never none



Leon Enriquez
19 August 2014
Singapore


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I Breathe

My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.


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One Soul Can Change

The thought of death can bring me fear,
The thought of her will bring a tear.
Real as the person sitting next to you,
Growing old but starting young and new,
The world revolves around a thought,
Of money and fame; until your body starts to rot.
Then the world becomes a blur to one,
Seeing the light; seeing which of your ways were right.
Left-right-side to side,
We take on this journey; this ride.
To find answers and truth in the lines,
Looking back at the life liven; and where your heart shines.
So as you read this you have a chance,
To look at your own story; just take the glance,
Because one soul can change its ways,
One mind can make new plays.
Pulling each memory back like a book,
Small eyes squinting to take a close look,
Who are you when no ones there,
Who are you when others stare?
Questions to be asked when death is talked about,
Voices in your head began to shout,
What is life, what is my reason,
Each year passes by; each month; each season,
My body grows older but my heart stays clear
Understanding to over come death as a fear.
As this poem is about to end,
Hold out your hand for a friend,
Pull close and know that life is precious;real talk,
Pull close and know that you walk  your own walk,
The outsiders and can talk about past and the ups and downs,
But their kind of like the funny people on the side; the clowns.
So head up ; feet low,
Arms strong; to get through the tough; now row,
Don't give up just be yourself,
Like putting the old toy upon the shelf,
Become the star that's bright and known,
Become the star that you know can be shown.


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WHAT THE DAY OWES THE NIGHT

What does the blood owes the vein?
What does food owes the stomach?
The grasses would always be green but 
Not in a drought and dry days.
The day owes the night the chance to exist 
Among the evil men who dwells in the dark 
Planning preciously on how to attack the innocents.
The day owes the night breathing space and the 
Longing for approval by the craving moon
Who lies awake in it abode.
The day owes the night a space to 
Interact with the lords of the night and 
Welcomes the owls to their haunting game
Of human souls which had deviated from the laws.
The day owes the night love and separation 
From the time limit of the division of the their works.
The day has to make the lonely night have its rightful 
Time allotted to them by nature.
It owes the night the privilege to perform it duties 
It owes the night an acknowledgement to welcome him home
During when the east breeze goes to the west to settle its dispute with the sun.
As the sun owes the day so as the moon owes the night 
And the night also owes the day when the cock stood 
In the rusty thatch hut to welcome the day as the night 
Depart to an unknown destination.
We all are debtors, no one is less important in this global village.


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OOMPH OOZE ORBIT 3


Flinging fond fun,
Reap rowdy run;
Play primal pun,
Soar shining sun.


Greet grand glimpse grown,
Blossoms boost bloom;
Spread senses sown,
Ripe riches room.


Newsy noise now,
Trust touching takes;
Expense endows,
Matter minds make.


Bloom brisk beauty,
String simple song;
Storm sweet sexy,
Stand succinct strong.


Soul samples signs,
Words will wild wine;
Deed dear design,
Beach bursting brine.


Amass apt ale,
Beer booze bubbly;
Prompt pulpy pale,
Appeal aptly.


Make madness moot,
Reason rips rhymes;
Smell spreading soot,
Calm crystal chimes.


Death defies deed,
Mood mind mingles;
Stillness spurs seed,
Touch treats tingle.


Voice vibrant verse,
Reach rude ruffle;
Tickle taut terse,
Mood moves muffle.


Spread sexy smiles,
Pray pretty play;
Gain grouchy guile,
Stillness styles stay.


Gloom governs greed,
Pinpoint pure please;
Nimble nude need,
Listing life lease.


Word wordy word,
Pain planting pain;
Herd healthy herd,
Gain gathers gain.


Leon Enriquez
05 May 2014
Singapore


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My mood peculiar by the moon

In the quaint darkness I hear these whispers,
my mood peculiar by the moon...
arcane eyes transcend a flame fluttering there,
near the window pane candle's light burns,
turns my thought to dimensions that dwindle
like a solemn spindler's yarn of silky weaves 
of conceived creation by the swindler's hands 
that harden by the years of gifting love's deeds,
yet gentled by the reeds of nature's brood...
my mind peculiar by the moon.
The air around breathes life in as breath fades away,
as day becomes the soul of night
and night the fading breath of yesterday...
all the while we play and dance at will
while willing the love we feel to feel
as though breath itself be the only true,
I breathe in you...
my mood peculiar by the moon
I breathe in you


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BABILONIA

I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food, 
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room 
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz

Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free


If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable


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Calliope ( in Ae Freislighe form )

The form is not in the list. This form is  Ae Freislighe 


Calliope tutelage
“There be tales from times not told,
brought back through your lineage,
dreams dredged from dark days of old”

Animate lost Anima
place a new thinking cap on
hang up hero’s panama
parlay phrases till past dawn

Here sit I, laptop clicking
chickens chiding privilege
wrapped in writing, clock ticking
Calliope tutelage.


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Me Poetry

My Mind
Continuously Composes
Line upon lovely line
Of poetry roses

Sparked and budded
By inspiration words
Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn
Elevated inspiration spike
From lines like
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

This keeps me up at night
Under covers tight
Writing in my head
When I should sleep in bed
My wandering mind faltering
Until alliterations are altering
Mindless mumbo jumbo
Into tailored poetry

That’s when I know it
I am a poet
Never felt so alive!
Or me! I must contrive!

I so suppose
This poem could condense concisely
Onto one linked line nicely
Poetry is me, me poetry


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Black cherry

   There cool they rule but in some since they are so so cruel.
Black cherry is a flirty sign and a well known seductive sign.
   you see them on bracelits you see them on cars you probably would even see them in bars.
Black cherry is not something to mess around with you never know the conflict of The one an only black cherry.


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THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST

     THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST
I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.

Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;

the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and blacks can only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;

whose knife has cut the thread that's meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
the greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall
that's when our hate clouds every mind.
     ron wilson


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The Days Go By, And Still I Think Of You

I'm suffocating in my skin
My happiness is wearing thin
Please just let this end
Please just comprehend
That you're hurting me now more then ever before
Oh how can I implore
How much I love you so
How much you'll never know
When you used to hold me in your arms
When you used to wrap me in your charms
Back when it was just you and me
Back when we knew how to be
Those were the days
But now its all so far away

Love is so confusing
And lust is so amusing
Perhaps we will never be happy
Perhaps we'll always think love is sappy

Then again, maybe happiness will come our way
Then again, maybe we'll be together one day
I hope you know that I hate this feeling
Being tormented by one human being
You're all that fills my head
As I lie awake in this empty bed
Oh how I hope to hold you're hand
Oh how I wish life werent so bland
Cause pain is the only thing real
The one thing that can't be concealed

But just know
That seeing you with her kills me so
But no one cares about me anymore
This heart becomes more sore

Waiting for someone to hear me
Waiting for someone to see
That my life is flashing before my eyes
Hoping someone can sympathize
Myself confidence has gone down the drain
Oh, I think I'm going insane
But dont worry about dramatic me
Dont worry about my life of misery
No, dont listen; no, dont care
Dont say that you'll always be there
I know I don't matter to you
I know you dont know what to do

I still dont know what went wrong
I still try to be so strong
But being near you everyday
Has left my heart astray
Our good times fade away
My happy days turn to gray
My heart burns to dust
How could you betray my trust?

If you only knew
All the things that I've been through
You'd understand
You'd comprehend
Why its so hard to survive
Why its so hard to stay alive
Well, goodbye, I'm slipping away
I might not see you after today
So let me leave you with this little piece, these little lines
Maybe you'll understand them in time....


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Speechless

Looking from a distance beyond the most wishing 
The ones who don't listen are there in an instant, 
Finding a way to tell you it's there 
Closer and closer, to soon to compare, 
In a world of feeling, In a dream of devotion 
If love is involved it shall never be broken, 
Step after step, my palms start to sweat 
The remembrance of your face I just cant forget, 
You caught my eye along with a smile   
I was to far away I'll be there in awhile, 
My heart was like silver turning to gold 
Your love was in my hands I couldn't let go, 
As I got closer my stomach turned, my heart was falling 
you looked deep in my eyes telling me not to stop walking, 
I was reaching to a world beyond our wildest dreams 
Is the word love really what it seems, 
I finally approached you and my body was heatless 
I didn't come to think you would leave me, Speechless. 



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the stream-winners

well, that's a choice and many ascending-avatars spent eons of time in their caves trying to get out from behind the many-reflections of this sentimental-reality in flow -- this was the goal for awhile and they were called stream-winners when they'd finally grasped that the numinous moving-us is just a trick of the light --

however, the means of getting out of the stream all together was as illusive as stepping in the same stream twice, so they sat staring at forever, until wonder turned into awe and their eyes glittered with the beauty that they saw, and then they found that the stream returns in an infinite 'eternal-recurrence' which means that not only do you step in the same stream twice or more, but that the stream craves you more and more each time it passes by, longing for you in infinite waves, speeding up to feel you deep-inside; 'tis then that you have more and more deja-vu's flowing inside-out to open your eyes wide, from this free-flowing streaming-embrace, this free streaming-love in which we each take a step in grace ...


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Hurt: A Non-Curable Disease

It hurts, it hurts like hell For someone to hurt u, That u thought, u knew so well I can't explain the pain It hurts in every vein Everything's a lie All u can do is cry Cry so hard, ur eyes & head hurt Tears all on ur face & shirt Could it get any worse? It's just a curse Hurt seems to be a disease That grows on u with ease Inside, slowly dyin Symptoms are a broken heart & excessive cryin Like ur eyes are bleedin non stop & ur knees weak, u just drop U just wana be cured, it seems to never heal U wana be assured, that love is real U wonder, how does love feel U've forgotten the feeling of the real deal Ur so hurt, that ur heart goes numb But u still feel that hurt,sting, like a prick of a thumb Gosh, it's an unbearable feeling & everyday, u hurt more, instead of healing As soon as u get the least bit of relief Another bomb is dropped on ur heart & it's back to grief U wonder when will it stop, when will the pain go away? It's no medicine for it, so all u do is pray...
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Infinite Number of Beings in a Lonely World

Have u ever felt so alone?

I mean,ur surrounded by others,but they don't hear u.

They don't feel ur pain.

They don't take ur hand, when u reach out to them.

They don't want to.

They are selfish.

Have u ever felt like u were in another world?

Like u were being ignored?

Like u were invisible?

Like the pain & hurt inside of u is a punishment for what u have done?

But what u've done, u don't know.

Have u ever wondered, what did I do to deserve this?

Ur heart is beating so rapidly.

Ur heart is crying so loudly;but still, no one can hear it.

The people in ur world just seem like the walking dead,

They are there,but it's no interaction.

Or could u be the dead one?

& could it be that u need someone to touch u to make u feel alive again.

Has ur body ever screamed out "Touch Me! Touch Me!" ?

Has ur heart ever cried out "Love Me! Love Me!" ?

Has ur soul ever hummed "Take Me! Take!" ?

Loneliness is an illness.

We die of a lack of companionship & longing for another's touch.

One can not live in a world of one.

One will go insane.

& If u shall feel this way, should u be near the point of insanity?

One will go crazy or die if one holds in waste,that shall be released.

It's more healthy to let out, rather than keep in.

But if u can not find a reliable object to direct, it does ur mind,body,& soul no good.

There's only so many days that go by that u can be content with urself,b4 u erupt.

A healthy mind, needs converstation. Talking to urslelf is pure insanity.

A healthy body needs to be consoled,nurtured,held. There's only so long,u can touch urself,without coming to realization that it's u.

A healthy soul needs to be calmed & at ease.

A healthy mind needs to be stimulated,with thoughts of peacefulness. When alone for so long, ur mind has negative thoughts & feelings.

Everyone seeks companionship,friendship,& a just a shoulder to cry on.

Most ppl have a cold shoulder or turn their back on a friend in need.

I just wanna know,is there anybody lonely out there?

Longing for someone to hold.

Growing out of patience, with no one to reach out to?

A room full of ppl,& u still feel alone?

Everybody needs somebody.

It really does take two.

Out of these many people in this whole wide world,Y do I feel so alone at times?

How can someone feel so alone in this world of infinite beings?

Its a question u've become all too familiar with.

& the answer is. .


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autumn's aura

Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia


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England

Cold empty island
Waste of not wants
Quiet and dead
Depressing

Grey and cold
Older and old
Smelly, like the road
Annoying, yes I am told

Water on either side 
And up and down
Cold beaches
Nasty teaches
The way to be English


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THE PENLORDS

Bold
Brave heart
Courageous move passionately
Mightier than the sword blade
Genius mind always make the best
People of ex-ordinary talent (POet)
Defenders of the voiceless with pen and white paper
They are emerging better now in a countless numbers
watering the pretty human souls to happiness
Like the nightingale of the free forest of freedom
I wished i could be one of them, the penlords
Fighting the war of words without an Ogbunigwe
A war with no cutlass, gun, sword but pretty words
The white paper they feast upon daily with passion
Transporting the undying words to the world like bullet
piecing violately into the human body.
Defender of human race, the penlords
I visited the hearts of their hearts and behold
Perfection in the battle of enlightenment
They are so Go-----ooood like the gods
So swe----eeeet like the testament of their words
So de--li-ci-----ous like the turtle so---oooooop
all hail the beautiful ones
All hail the mountainous brave writers of the 
Twenty first century of our time
The intestine of their pens always at work
the salivary gland in their pens always never dry
Writing emotionally to change the loners
who taught them how them how to hold a pen?
They are our deities, the gods of our land
Never die like a snake that passed through the
Rock without leaving any trail behind 
They give treasure for generations to generations
Yes they are emerging in twos, threes and fours
To fill the vacuum of our broken thoughts 
I wished am on of the penlords so 
That i could create my own future with pen


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Art

Always about art
Imaginative ideas
Creative content
Exhibits effect end


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Unnoticed

                                             I talk to him all the time,
His only words are "Hi,"
His heart is already taken,
My crush for him has not gone by.

The sight I see is broken,
The love I share is lost,
A shattered mirror in my eyes,
Never saying anything is my cost.

If I ever mentioned the word,
A word much more to say,
So hard to reveal or share,
Is fading with each day.

I'm scared I'd mess it up,
That I'd say something wrong,
To let him know how I truly feel,
No one can explain in song.

Never been kissed before, 
Im saving it for "the one,"
There is always a first for everything,
I know it can never be done.

Lust is such a word,
To be used in much of the wrong way,
If I am committed to this,
I shall never do this today.

How tragic my life will be,
For I think I've suffered enough,
I'm sure much worse has happened,
Love, a broken path, so rough.

Touching skin on skin, 
His lips as pure as rain,
My heart left alone, unnoticed,
As another day passes again.


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my fears

As the cock crows 
the sun puts on a smiling face
as time keeps ticking
before the sun falls 
its eyes turns red
the cloud get heavier
and the sky wept 
its heart bits fast
fear and distress
was all he could feel
am going to lose out soon
all in my mental room
i shine so bright 
but she thinks i lie
all could see 
but noon could tell
her doubt get worst 
as my fear grows high 
just before the sun fall
my heart fall down
i knew i knew
all in my mental room.


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Blink: a Name Aliteration

Brilliant blaze, burning bright
Leaving lovely, livid light
Interesting insight
Not needing night
Kind kindred of kryptonite


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LOVE NO MOE

MAN IT FEELS GOOD
TO SHOW MY LOVE AND AFFECTION
BUT DAMN LOVE IS TESTING

LOVE COMES IN MANY WAYS
U HURT IN MANY WAYS 
MAN CUZ ONCE YOUR HEART IS BROKEN
YOU R LEFT CRYING FOR DAYS

IM INSANE
IM FEEL DA PAIN
THERES A SAYIN NO PAIN NO GAIN 
THEY AINT EVEN LIEN
PAIN STINGS THEN IT HURTS ALL OVER AGAIN

WHEN I SAY THOSE THREE WORDS

MY BODY TURNS TO A SHOCK
ALL I WANNA DO IS DROP
LIKE MY TEAR DROPS

NOW MY HEART IS SO SMALL
IT COULD PASS THROUGH....
AN EYE OF A NEEDLE
BUT I USE THE NEEDLE TO SEW UP
MY BROKEN HEART

LOVE NO MOE


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Deep

I'm dying inside. 
Shredding to pieces. 
Open me up. 
There's a dark empty hole. 
Deep enough to bury a thousand souls. 
The remains of a thousand lifetimes,lay bare,unyeilding. 
Fatally murdered by love. 
Love lost and not returned to sender. 
Painfull enough,one by one, surrender. 
I'm crying as I cringe in fear or getting deeper. 
I pay no soul. 
The cost of life; much cheaper. 
Cold and empty; with days 
Gets much colder. 
If my head had a heart,I'd lay it on my shoulder. 
Once unbareable,but it hurts no more. 
Just to remember love, 
I'd patch my heart and leave a sore. 
Numbness hurts even more. 
No feeling to explore. 
Just a memory of what was in your chest, 
Now in your head. 
I'd rather hurt, 
Than be dead. 
It's painful memories, 
But only in ur brain, 
If ur heart had sensation, 
U'd feel the pain. 
Ur paralyzed in a sense, 
Yet there's no sense of feeling there. 
Ur brain appears disconnected from ur heart and body 
So there's no feeling anywhere but up there. 
Dying of love,with no possible cure. 
And ur so deep, 
U can no longer endure. 
So u've lost. 
And only can remember what was 
As if love were a crime, 
And now u have to pay the cost. 
An endless rope can't pull u free 
Ur in love deep & dangerously. 
Painful memories. 
An indication of a hole so deep, a thousand lovers can't fill

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Cranbery Float (part3)

Can you feel the awe in the air
caressing all with it's range
catering to the joys of this earthly paradise
created in the mind of it's author
care free children frolicking to and fro
capturing the sun in a tall glass of juice to sweeten it more
cranbery floats are best on these days


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The Heart Of A Family

A family is made from lots of different things,
screaming kids and lots of children's screams.
The number one thing that holds it all together,
is when God is sitting in the center.
Without his presents it's easy to forget,
that life can get tough especially with all the debt.
Next to God we need to find forgiveness,
it helps when we're going through all that stress.
We are all human and tend to make mistakes,
having forgiveness helps to keep us in our place.
After forgiveness should come the peace,
without peace we wouldn't be able to stand this place.
When we keep the peace we'll find,
it's easy to find a quiet piece of mind.
The more we keep the peace we will gain the trust,
that's what keeps us all together without going bust.
After everyone trusts with all there heart,
it's hard for the family to fall apart.
Finally the soul core of the heart is love,
sent to us straight from the Lord above.
Any families love is tender and golden,
just like the innocents of our sleeping children.
So please remember this one thing my friends,
all through life there is something' more important than power and benjamines.
That one and simple thing is the heart of a family.

Dedicated to my wonderful family:
Renee, Emily, Faith and Clairyssa.

-JOSH BELL-


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Dark Storm

Distant thunder rolling over and over
causing all within range to shudder.
Shaking the very air itself
a prominent entity entitled to eternity
evolving the neighbors in this fray.
Churning the skies from dawn to dusk
black and protruding with prowess 
of a dark storm.
Swallowing whole its prey of innoncents
rolling them in pain over and over,
raining on them forever and a night.
A weaking seam in a seamless sky
drenching the trenches of all who fight it.
The dark storm of evermore
with its thunder rolling over and over,
ripping the armor of honor,
and forever degrading the hordes of minions
and spitting down utterances of filth
forever more with its deep pounding voice
rolling over and over forevermore.


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Soothe The Soul

Somber sonnet, slumbering of soul
So tired of being tired, 
Seems nobody knows…
Soul of slumbering sonata, 
Somber, screams of the heart,
Superficial strokes soon to depart,
So tired of being tired,
Seems nobody knows…
Searching sweet solace,
Stir o’ slumbering sonata
Stimulating serenity of soul…
Surrogate the somber sonnet
Serendipitously, so …‘til, it’s no longer tired, but 
Soothing balm of stamina   
Strengthening survival of the soul… 


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Black

Black is the sky in big sky country.
Black is the charred boar,
with blackberry jam.
Black is the flavor of choice,
the speaker of colors the one with voice.
Black is the tea and the liqour to apease.
Black is the current 
that washes away the moment.
Black is the priest,
that the congregation elects.
Black is the tide and the ties that bind.


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Dying Embers

I shudder at the thought 
I dare not think it true
the visions I have of you are haunting me
all that's left is to flee
past the woods and through the hills
where life knows no bounds
where wits and a knife are all you need in life

I shudder to think
I dare not look at you
the visitors of yesterday all gave clues
all that's left are the bones
from your carnivorous ways
where you know no bounds
where wits and knife are you need in life

I shudder at the thought
that for a pound you could be bought
if not for the drought
I might have lived
if not for tears I would thrist
where the dying embers know no bounds
where the the dying flames has consumed all that's left


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Frantic

Forgotten again where has my sanity gone
frantic in my search to find it
frolicking thoughts dance around
finding their way into my head
free from the bounds of sanity
freelancers find stake in the confusion
frightened to a level shy of a breakdown
freedom beckons me to her
feeling the soft caress of the folds justice
free falling into sleep to rest my soul
found I am in peace forever more


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Black Heat

Burning all day long without end
blazing a path of indignity a mile long
buffering the pain ounce by ounce
blending suffering and sorrow
balancing the left side of wrong with all that's right
benefiting everyone ath the buffet but me