The Devil's Bouquet
...I see demons
I see ghosts
Staring at me from the bedposts
Gargoyles of grotesquery
Statues of misanthropy
The Prince of darkness has come for me
There's evil in this room
I can smell t...
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Categories:
bedposts, 12th grade, eve, evil,
Form: Rhyme
I Am November
...I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same bla...
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Categories:
bedposts, i love you, i
Form: Free verse
Like a Wounded Dear
...Tie me down to the bedposts
Jump up and down on the springs
Go higher higher and faster
Until you sprout wings
Or
I cry and moan
Like a wounded Dear...
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Categories:
bedposts, funny,
Form: Blank verse
The Boogieman
...I creep in at night,
When all lights are out.
While you peacefully sleep,
When no-one’s about.
No stars in the sky,
No fresh baked bread.
Only you,
Me,
And my breath on your...
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Categories:
bedposts, fear, halloween,
Form: Free verse
Making Up My Own Mind
...Morning approaches out of another sleepless night
Anticipation gathers around my bedposts come daylight
Decisions made in the dark,they fade away so fast
Was it a dream of consequences related t...
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Categories:
bedposts, confusion, introspection, life
Form: Couplet
To Be the Earth That Surrounds Him and Settles In His Hands.
...I'm tying my wrists across the way he used to kiss me, back to bedposts and marking bruises
that resemble
February's
hands....
He bites his nails and PACES
left foot right an...
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Categories:
bedposts, loveheart, heart,
Form: Free verse
Music To My Ears
...I unbutton your shirt slowly
gently brushing my
hand over your bare chest
your intake of breath
quicken with every touch
finally I remove your shirt,
your pants follow in quick succession
that...
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Categories:
bedposts, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Narrative
Stitches of January.
...“Buy me a scarf” she said and curled her toes through snow to demonstrate the color of
numbness..
“Buy me a scarf and I'll wrap our memories around my neck, you can watch me smile in
storms as I...
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Categories:
bedposts, death, friendship, loss, seasons,
Form: Prose Poetry