Poems from kayshellcope
Despair is a tyrant of a lover.
She rips at your flesh, your Self,
as a beast would its prey.
Her presence is apparent to all.
There is no...
I cannot share a space with you, for you know all my secrets.
The silence sings and screeches of unspoken truths between us.
You exhale...
My heart pulls at me heavily
Down, down, down
And love pulls at me desperately
Now, now, now
Still, it feels so heavenly
Pound, pound,...
It’s ironic that you hate poetry,
When all you do, as if on cue,
Is inspire me to admire the
Rhythmic way your body moves;
Your subtle...
A blackbird piped from yonder tree,
Its flute-like notes were more to me
Than gold or silver e’er could be
For they were sung to waken hope...