Poems from mimiirox
I may not be a happy poet. I may not be a perfect poet. I may not be a poet who can move a million with a few short words. But make no mistake, for I am, and always will be, a poet.
There she sat, the summer storm
Of light and love, of life ‘twas born
The leaves, they grew, the vines entwined,
The Sun, it smiled, so...
White wings, golden paths to evil
Love extricated from retrieval
Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
Of pure innocence a spiral
A...
i remember saying
"i'm fine" and meaning it
i remember how it felt
to feel happiness
inside of this shattered
remnant of a soul
i...
I don't write for them
The world is not my audience
These lines are not gems
Poetry is not a science
I don't write because I feel
I have...
Tomorrow is a race
Yesterday is a name
Today is a chase
No means to an end
We are leaves,
Drifting where we are told
We are sieves,...