The natural C of the human body forms
Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life
We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart
The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips
Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love
What an awful way to die
Categories:
curled up, lonely, longing, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Curled up and sighing
Longing to be free
Curled up not dying
And nowhere else to be
Curled up stop prying
He is not ready
Curled up and sighing
He’ll not surrendered be
Curled up and fighting
With all the strength he has
Curled up but striving
From rest and moments had
Categories:
curled up, character, courage, space,
Form: Free verse
Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill
Categories:
curled up, confusion, death, depression, fear,
Form: Couplet
peaceful dreams in its warm lair
hibernating unaware
scent of hunter in the air….
fuzzy little bear
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
curled up, animals, nature, people
Form: Dodoitsu
Masculine female
with little splats of femme
I like the boy in you
It's what got my attention
but your heart beats
purely feminine
your so unique
I I think I need a vitamin
to handle a dose of you and me
such intensity rarely exists
in the heterosexual world
I'll be your girl if you'll be
my girl.
you have little distinct features
that makes you irresistible
Cap on backwards
but your lashes are curled up
It's like the best of both worlds
and I am a sucker
she let you go
so now it's me you
should pucker up for.
Categories:
curled up, love
Form: Free verse
I was curled up
with Shakespeare
on frayed pages
with dog ears
marveling
at the depth of words
nuances read
between lines
knowing that
many hands
had turned
the same pages
reaching
different conclusions
and evoking
myriads of emotion
my fingers
touched the spine
shivering
with history
connected
through thought
and with imagination
running wild
and I mourned
for the children
in todays world
who's Shakespeare visits
on flashing lights
and computer bites
lost is
the old world charm
such as Elizabeth wrote
and Robert devoured
ferociously
my tears fell
upon parched pages
leaving
an indelible stain
that would be seen
and felt by others
who reached and touched
the words
I realized that
tears on a screen
would only be
wiped away
without memory
of the emotion
that was elicited
leaving nothing at all
for history
to record...
Categories:
curled up, introspection, life, social, words,
Form: Free verse