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Black Sun

The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads of clowns. But I really don’t care, life isn’t fair, but gods given me a life I can hardly bear, every day I ask him, why cant you share? My life is going, I just don’t know where, because a life like mine is kind of rare. What do I do, while theres love in the air? Other people kiss while I just sit and stare, I look to my left, and theres nobody there, I look to my right, and theres a pair. The clouds are red, the rain is black, I may have left, but ill never be back, but what I can say is, theres nothing I lack. I look at the trees, I look at the sky, but what is the point when I just want to die? Why? Why do I try? When every time I fail, all I do is cry. And how can I be calm when im jealous of every guy? My heart is grounded, while my mind wants to fly, you can guess by what I write, that im also kind of shy, why do I need them? All they do is lie. I try to be nice, but they just punch me in the eye, and when im upset, all they do is pry. The clouds are blue, the sky is white, my mind is racing faster than the speed of light, my life just gets worse, but I still have to fight, why am I like this? Its just not right. Life is taller than me, im not its hight, I fly through the sky, gut still held to the ground, just like a kite, and why are people scared when they know I don’t bite? You can tell my whole life, just by what I write, I sleep during the day, and fly through the night, and im pushing a boulder with all my might. But im getting nowhere, my hands are bare, I love the dark, so give me a scare, I lost my mind and my soul, they were a pair. Sometimes I just sit, sit and think, think that I cant end up in the brink, my mind is empty and cold, like a skating rink, I don’t care if people say I stink, because I already know that im their main link, I have a cup, but nothing to drink, my mind wants to grow while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you cant kill something that’s already dead. I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you cant kill something that was never alive. Im steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive…everything gets quiet when I arrive.  I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black…

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Purple Clouds

purple clouds, lost in shrouds, my life is about, the quiets and louds. i wonder what, the clouds are like, they turn purple, im riding a bike. why are they purple? god only knows, they grow deeper, my curiosity grows. purple clouds, lost in sight, life goes on, and i still have to fight. if its not, illusionated, the milk is sour, and the cheese is grated. to live on a farm, with purple clouds, my soul is gone, and im lost in shrouds.

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Mental Health

people talk about me like im a special case in a mental hospital, i used to be depressed, but now my life is more than dull, i think so many thoughts, my mind is way over full, i get hot in cold places, like summertime wool. give in to madness, its gravity's pull, i want to go swim, so i jump from the hull, im as small as an ant, like im wearing a skull, im walking a horse, but im riding a bull. but i really don't care, because i love the attention, people talk about me, like something they forgot to mention, i have so much stuff, its the biggest collection, im insane but not crazy, and that is a correction.

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America

im sitting in the sky, i don't want to die, i don't know how to fly, but i know i must try. ive told more than one, just little white lie, sometimes i laugh, and sometimes i cry, i know to make friends, who cares if im shy? the mysteries near, and the answer is nigh. i do see the future, but i know i cant scry, although sometimes im up, i try to get by, i really don't like, when people just pry, i have to admit, the best is my buy. i am a Cyclops, but i don't have one eye, my room is so clean, while my house is a sty, i was born in the desert, my mouth is so dry, im sorry to say, but this is goodbye.

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Dust Me

dust me like, a dirty shelf, treat me like, a playful elf. eat me like, a piece of cake, use me like, a broken rake. race me like, the fastest car, gaze upon me, like a star. wear me like, a woman's shoe, this is all, i ask from you. ?

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Different People

different people say different things, this is my party, so i care what they bring, talk about me all you want, because we all know, your just a taunt, and I'm a haunt, I'm bigger than you, so change the font. talk about me, i don't care, but how can you talk when your in the air? i like honey because I'm a bear, you keep talking, and its to much to bear. so what? my shirt has a tear, if you don't like it, why do you stare? you only talk about me, now is that fair? its sad you judge me by the clothes i wear. but you will be gone, and people wont know where, you wont be here or there, ill hide you in my city because I'm the mayor, such a shame to break up a great pair, you even judge me by the music i blare, I'm sweet but dark like a chocolate eclair.

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People

i keep who i have, and miss who i dont, you think that i will, but ill tell you i wont, im driving a car, but also steering a boat, im trying to swim, but i cant stay afloat. you cant see my thoughts, my mind has a moat, my soul is on fire, so i take off my coat, i have all i want, but no i dont gloat, its not hard to fly, but it is hard to float. opinions really matter, so i cast in my vote, i have the voice of a lamb, but the horns of a goat, i think of my life, while im writing a note, i hope people like, all the poems i wrote.

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The Ugly Truth

im the only one, whos accepted the truth, im as dull as a knife, but as sharp as a tooth, whatever i get, its my own special booth, im as dumb as a rock, but as smart as a sleuth. theres nobody for me, i dont even care, ive accepted the facts, cause life isnt fair, their hands are covered, while my hands are bare, if you think that im ugly, then why do you stare? i see a couple walk by, and my heart starts to tear, my alarm is still broken, so you wont hear it blare, im playing a game, its called truth vs. dare, im not part of the world, so i sit in my lair. i do not love, so i dont have to share, i will prove that im king, by becoming the mayor, everywhere i go, theres always a pair, ill just be by myself, while theres love in the air.

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Crystal Wings

no one can break, my crystal wings, i take off when the white bird sings. i fly, when people say these things, my feathers are, shadow rings. people die, people cry, but why? i have crystal wings, but why do i try? i am death, but i am alive, i jump off a cliff, and take the dive. i dont want to live, i just want to strive, angels cry, when i arrive. im floating through the air, not using my wings, but i dont care, im on a red cloud, covered in a shroud, my wings are black, did i say that out loud? i make her cry, and make him proud, i close my mouth but my screams are loud. i work for him, and jump off the cloud, then the lights go dim. i jump and fly, i broke the rim, im a banished angel, that wears a hat without a brim. you think you can win? the chances are slim. but that doesnt change, my crystalized wings, i take off to the sky, with the dongs and the screams.

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Stop the Clock

im running out of time, and i have to stop the clock, im standing on a roof, but im sitting on the dock, i know i'll lose myself, now i have to find my flock, i do know how to scream, but i dont know how to talk. people try to steal my dreams, now i have to change the lock, i do know how to mimic, but i dont know how to mock, i am hard as a feather, but im soft just like a rock, im running like a cheetah, and im fighting like a cock. my hair is green as money, and my skin is white as chalk, i do know how to creep, but i dont know how to stalk, i slip on like a glove, and i come off like a sock, im criminally smart, but that shouldnt be a shock. i do know how to tap, but i dont know how to knock, i wish i could give love, but right now im out of stock, im square just like a ball, and im round just like a block, im majestic like a horse, and im free just like a hawk.

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