Every story with words of their own
Poet perspective
Defined commitment with a desire to fulfill
Through the mind having will
Agonizing struggle propelling igniting power
Like a cake in the oven ready to rise
The thought of thinking only imagining
Every Poet having their own theory
Emotions like moving oceans and rivers
Flowing
Like morning dew that comes in the sunrise
It becomes pursue where journey begins
The Need, Desire, Construct all come to mine
Poets are often seen as deep and complex
Inner soul behind the behold at their grasp
Uplifting inspiration in Poets to be
People Poets seen through the eyes of humanitarian in write and confront
The gift being a perk
The structure being the Creativity and Collaboration of Poets behind the idea of words as escorts
One jolt of words letter by letter through moment in time
All genuine
A world that won’t always be kind
Poets confess
Being their test
Into the atmosphere of Poets everywhere
Clear glass of reflection
Needing the reader’s attention
Behind the indication
The diary of divine
Elegance like refreshing wine
Poet’s words warm and kind
Nothing else compares
Poets are about sincere in share.
Categories:
breakout, care, character, creation, deep,
Form: Free verse
The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.
Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.
Categories:
breakout, books,
Form: Free verse
I have a yearning
To break out of confinement
The tortured inside
The painful layers of fiery hate
Breakout of prison, be freed
Russell Sivey
Categories:
breakout, life,
Form: Tanka
Walking down a street alone
a few things come across me
surrounding gardens all acquired perfectly
flowers blooming
happy dog running
smiling people with no heads all friendly.
Much distance behind me now where I fairly took my leap of freedom
they must be wondering where I am now.
So better pick up the pace
sanity of the world is appealing to me
much reasons to be walking cheerfully.
But the fresh air does seems dirty
flowers now seem dead
dogs looking more aggressive
people with no heads are not around any-more.
NOW I SEE THE TRUTH!!!
I'm scared!
What can I do to getaway from this insane world?
Can't go back
drugs are to weak for me
better start running
run to that world where sanity was my pleasurable freedom
run away to that world where all seems to be clear through the fog
Get to that world where people smile again with no heads!
Categories:
breakout, funny, world, people, people,
Form: Blank verse
this shy shell,
must be broken.
I need to be set free.
What my heart desires,
lies in the past.
That one moment
that one chance
taken away
by a broken shell
and time that moved way too quickly.
Take a step into the past
change it.
Speak up and let it out
but it's too late
my chance,
just a blink in the past.
Categories:
breakout, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss,
Form: ABC