symbolism
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Here's a tree that only I knew,
Its roots deep in my heart it grew,
A symbol of my hidden truth,
A friend that saw me through my youth.
Its leaves were like my every dream,
Despondency; determined self destruction.
Decriminalization; had it struck his body, it’d hit his heart.
Omnipotent; what a bleeding heart joke.
Sunsets IIThe sun is set; the cloudscape once softly drawnin gold and rust now fades to a single grey. All glow has gone; the wind bites coldly. Bear with your sorrow: the dawn comes slowly.
Nestled alongside my roost of books and blankets
I wonder where you have gone to
To the south perhaps? But it's already mid March and snow still continues to fall
I’ve seen too many people die. Homicides, mothers cry, my own people swatted like flies.
Every petal painted pink and prime,Green leaves arranged with perfect symmetry,A few bright shades with which to tell a life,And yet a yearning in the purity. Structure formed and inside wholly planned,Meticulously minding every speck,Ideal distri
There were those who lit candles
a fine method, if the room you’re illuminating
has something inside worth seeing.
The families in line pictured great dinners
“Nomads, Tattered Pavements and Red Hot Redemption”
- Chasing scabs of hematoma finesse, devour flaming beneathA roaming fire ant stumbles upon an enticing physique
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so
He asked me for my phone number today
For the third day in a row
But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth.
Jennifer Brown
10/9/18
Grow
From a little seed i grow
you let the water flow.
I'm not sure why you picked a seed like me
hearing the ancient tale
and with a shiver
feel a connection
with the mind of ancestral souls
In the desert I call home,
I am drowning in a sea of pain,
Waves of bruises and death pushing me back and forth,
Creating a new barrier with every blow,
My chest rises and falls.
Rises and falls.
I’m still breathing, but to him I’m nothing at all.
Days and days past, I’m forgotten and betrayed.
Many can say that Poetry is a simple concept
However, they probably don’t understand that it’s difficult
to create a piece of literature with technique, symbolism, and depth
Tulips,
The color of sweetened cream.
Delicate, like the whisper,
Lulling you into dreams.
Burning crimson,
Cutting through chilled air,
Precise on a frozen branch,
Red- through the dictionary
A color at the end of the spectrum
next to orange and opposite violet
Red- through the poet
The feeling of
Life is not a box of chocolates.
Life is an endless ladder that each of us have to climb.
It is nothing but an empty dream.
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold
Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone
A ruddy smearing on the blade
Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow
A carving of the heart
Marble halls echo the dirge
Mournful walls lament
There’s wailing atop the cascade of stone
the descending slabs, the threshing floor
there’s beating of the pulp
What has poetry taught me?
Poems words are used to inspire
People to believe
People to dream
People to succeed
Poetry shows the beauty
Of the world around us
Seen and unseen
my pencils are dull.
not because they aren’t tended to,
not because they’re like the overused pencils
in a kindergarten class.
my pencils, they have no sharpener.
Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess.
Her name was May.
in the beginning
the little conductor
raises his baton
he keeps in time
the running symphony
inside the cave
from the depths within
my heart beats
a solemn hymn
A warm running Fireplace had to stay
Love was needed and some hugs right away
It was fifty shades of grey just without the grey
Flames flickering tonight but not today
It's getting darker.
A tornado tears through lands,
But I feel so bad.
The impact is colossal.
I wonder if it's my fault.
The color red is love, and passion.
But scarlet is razors and violent outbursts.
Maroon reminds me of my favorite sweatshirt
and the hair color of a boy I pursued in 6th grade.
Don't you find it beautiful,
How the moon allows the sun to shine,
On her precious earth.
She loves the earth so much that
She allows someone else make it look beautiful.
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,
Eyes cold, glassy
Body stiff, unmoving
I'm perfect.
Body in position. Sit still!
Face rosy, smile painted on
Any other emotion obliterated, gone.
Smile. SMILE! Don't let them see,
The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Drifting down,
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
The Brain"You're so smart." "Such intelligence is so mature for your age."My books give me knowledge.My good grades.The praise from everyone feeds this false ideology.
Running the streets forever without a lesh they make us dogs.
They have the low class citizens jumping for money like frogs.
Protests are the usual you see them all the time isnt it obvious the media is using
You've been here a while,
yet you do not recall,
the wind being always there.
Today you now truly see
what you've been missing,
while you were regressing.
You wonder why and think.
Him. A three letter word that titles my biggest distraction.
My largest secret.
My most unfiltered thoughts.
I don't know how these feelings and excuses came to be titled Him,
I'm shaken, I'm shaking
but not from the thunder
pretty soon then, my heart booms
but not from the lightning
The weather outside is nothing compared
to the way I feel when anxious, hyper, and scared
Thorns reside on a crown where roses once grew
Spiraling outward towards the heavens
with the arrival of spring
It’s winter now.
What was once a fiery bush of life
The rose is mineI cherished itIt's something sacred and uniqueSome give it up so fastGive it away at any momentTo a boy or a girl
For Cindy
She is the mysterious mesmerizing moon
Sitting silently in sorrowful solitude
She is encased in darkness
A god sits before his world, created by his own hand.
He thinks something is missing and casts his great tool down to add to his world
The missing item takes shape according to how he has envisioned it.
His intoxicating music controlled the gopis with such force.
They danced and Radharani was feeling great rejoice.
Until Krishna left with no choice.
The ever clever fox is so swift
Little did she know, she has a gift
With a flick of her tail
She’ll never fail
But the ever clever fox
Is about to go through hail
You see…
I'm in a darkened room; candlelight.The patrons ask me if I am alright.
I nod politely, and turn ahead.The people in front of me are already dead.
Eyes were like a window
Transparent as glass
Revealing nothing but the slate concrete and ruffled grass beyond them
Gripping his sky-clad hand hard,
We trekked down the quiet road
Black sand, burning my feet
On this island of pestilence I stand
Each step, a searing heat
But only my heart will it brand.
Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
The red wings flew
Carrying the words of the people
They went far as the wind blew.
And it caused a ripple.
You ate the moon,
Stealing the light out of my sky
It's dark inside and outside,
And I'm stumbling across the ground
The wind shakes the drees
And the branches reached for me,
We hope to see trees in bloom
we hope to see them all
we hope to see afternoon
we hope to see night fall
we hope to see beauty come
we hope to see life knew
we hope to see the moon run
The light, the light, it is oh so bright
As I run around in the yard with my kite.
He talks to me while he is in the sky
"Hey" I said, he replied with "Bye".
I started to plea "I need you to stay!"
The princess dances, draped in all the world's white:
white shoes, white fan, white skirt and train,
Whisping through the air,
like beautiful strands of hair,
white as a ghost at a haunting,
floating in the wind never taunting,
a dirty little secret it tries to keep,
but everyone knows it likes to creep,
They told us we would never make it this far but if they could see
how they look now. Like pinpricks of blood, dried and hardened,
that were long ago shed and long since forgotten.
And growing up we were always told,
If life is like an open book,
My pages are made of glass.
As I carefully make each turn,
Time continues to pass.
A rip is like a crack,
In the story of my life.
Any kind of peril,
The Sun rises.
Glory,
Happiness,
New Life.
The Sun moves.
Progress,
Change,
Lessons learned.
The Sun sets.
Hardship,
Upheaval,
Violence.
Do you ever feel paper thin?
See-through, transparent
Like everyone knows what you’re thinking
Even before you’re thinking it.
Do you ever feel naïve?
Inexperienced, unprepared
“Step on a crack
Break your momma’s back.”
That’s what they’d chant,
All the kids on the block.
We’d go around on tiptoes
Avoiding the fractures;
Like walking on glass.
It meant so much to us,
Poetry, is anything the truth?
A lie isn't a lie and to die isn't to die.
A thing is another.
If someone stands for someone else
does the second someone sit?
The tiny pink pads of your feet putter against my skin like
distracted fingertips drumming out a playful tune
--- consistent, assuring ----
leaving paw prints on my heart in the sweetest of ways.
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
I and Pi personify
and roll the die on you and I;
We think, we speak, we spin, we creak,
the beat is 2-pi, you and I,
you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
An empty casket appears before me
I cast my eyes upon the hapless victim
This man is my own self
There are no mourners attending this funeraul
Because the man is technically not even dead
Everyday in class I try to understand,Life's big picture that is so grand.To my English teacher,The curtains are black-blueBecause the author wants them to.This feeble talk of meaning has put me down under.
Your out of line
And God said to get out of line.
Are you too blind?
You are no longer bound
Bound by material things!
Yet tears come to your eyes,
Cause your soul is dyed.
i'm a leaf being blown across the highway.
A rag doll being thrown to the side.
i'm controlled by my surroundings.
i',m dependent of what others have in mind,
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
Do you see my unicorn?She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
Dead! My love is dead!
Taken from me prematurely
By silver wrought through his heart, Murdered
By a man no more virtuous than himself
Immortal heart impaled
My sisters slayed, bodies flayed
The sounds of a sweet bird; lively, buoyant, and free,
The sounds of a bitter bird; bleak, melancholy, and confined.
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
Run Jack, run,
For they merely
Do not see
That unto thee
That they cast
Their stones and
Harsh crosses made
Of the wood of
Trees of ignorance
And doubt pronounced
Sitting at home on a hot summer's day,
A pen in my hand,
What in my poem could I possibly say?
There on the balcony the blue jay sits,
His feathers shining beneath Nature's light,
In the night, I heard a songbird sing.
It was such a sight to see the most beautiful thing.
Every night, he would flap his wings and then, start singing.
Today is a day
That I will dream
I will dream of undreamable things
I will make up words
I will make up songs
Even if the world doesn't want to sing along
We walked hand-in-hand
Through the woods
With the sun at our backs
The air tasting like salt
And the sound of water hitting rocks,
We approached the lake.
It's funny,
I'm the size of an
