1. 23:59 23rd Mar 2014

    Notes: 12

    Tags: poetry


    She had blue skin.
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by –
    And never knew.

    - Shel Silverstein

  2. I was a 14 year old romantic.

    I was a 14 year old romantic.

  3. Poetry.


  4. 12:48 10th Apr 2012

    Notes: 14

    Tags: poetryquotes

    The sun was warm but the wind was chill
    You know how it is with an April day…
    — Robert Frost
  5. A Tribute to Shel Silverstein

    A Tribute to Shel Silverstein

    (Source: woostercollective.com)

  6. 16:27 3rd May 2011

    Notes: 15

    Tags: poetry

    maggy and milly and molly and may

    maggy and milly and molly and may 
    went down to the beach (to play one day) 
    and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
    so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and 
    milly befriended a stranded star 
    whose rays five languid fingers were; 
    and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and 
    may came home with a smooth round stone 
    as small as a world and as large as alone. 
    For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) 
    its always ourselves we find in the sea 
    E. E. Cummings
  7. 16:36 8th Feb 2011

    Notes: 37

    Tags: poetry

    For The Foxes

    by Charles Bukowski

    don’t feel sorry for me.
    I am a competent,
    satisfied human being.

    be sorry for the others

    rearrange their

    juggling mates

    confusion is

    and it will
    whoever they 
    deal with.

    beware of them:
    one of their
    key words is

    and beware those who
    only take
    instructions from their

    for they have 
    failed completely to live their own

    don’t feel sorry for me
    because I am alone

    for even 
    at the most terrible
    is my 

    I am a dog walking

    I am a broken

    I am a telephone wire
    strung up in
    Toledo, Ohio

    I am a man
    eating a meal
    this night
    in the month of

    put your sympathy
    they say
    water held up
    to come
    you better be
    nearly as

  8. 16:23 14th Dec 2010

    Notes: 9

    Tags: poetry

    After our damp skins slid apart
    I nearly starved, pulling
    on my mother’s drained tit.
    She used all her strength
    to shove me out of her body,
    the last link stretched, slashed,
    tied in a knot I wear on the beach,
    flaunting the twisted emblem
    of first rejection, the eye of flesh
    that saw love couldn’t last.

    ~ Lauren Shakely

  9. 19:19 11th Dec 2010

    Notes: 17

    Tags: poetry

    My candle burns at both ends;
    It will not last the night;
    But ah, my foes, and oh my friends -
    It gives a lovely light!

    Edna St. Vincent Millay

    First Fig”, A Few Figs From Thistles

  10. 15:40 7th Dec 2010

    Notes: 44

    Tags: poetry

    Touch me,
    it doesn’t matter where
    and it doesnt matter how
    I need to know I’m still alive
    so someone touch me now
    Shake my hand and say hello
    or pat me on the back
    kiss me on the cheek
    that I may feel this sense I lack
    slap my face and pull my hair
    make me bleed I just don’t care
    dig your nails into my skin
    so I can feed this need within
    I’ve been numb for such a time
    that even pain would be sublime
    so touch me, touch me now
    i don’t care where, I don’t care how

    ~ A Thomas Hawkins