Poetry Blog by AmyLogan
I am covered in art.
Take a second to let that sink in
I am covered in the art of words.
They may be hidden on the skin that surrounds my body.
But they are there.
I know because I endured the pain it took to etch them across my skin.
They tell a story.
They have been created by a range of artists.
Which means that no style or font is the sam...
Wednesday 20th December 2017 4:32 am
Bing bang boom
The lie was discovered in the room
Bing bang bong
All those that believed are gone
What once was said can not be renewed
Let this be a lesson for all of you
The danger was not with the truth
But instead the darkness that consumes
Filling you up with your thoughts and connecting those imaginary dots
Instead of floating higher, your pulled d...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:56 am
November 11th came the day
When everything was quiet and the world was saved,
Celebration flourished in the streets
But not all those who wore smiles could bear the victory.
Fathers, brothers, sons, and friends did not come back from the horrors foreseen within.
The mud, and the blood stayed in their mind,
Creating monsters that wanted to dine.
Their stories were told a...
Saturday 11th November 2017 4:25 pm
are not made of gold
Or sparkling things.
Tarnished and cold
Is what we are told
And we try and hide our feelings
The price is not high for those who wish to fly.
But it's not the height we're afraid of-
But the fall that will lead,
To destruction and chaos of everything we believe
Stories get told of vanishing souls
That disappear ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 3:56 am
The night was burning brighter than the day,
all that watched had nothing to say.
Their homes were destroyed and washed away
Leaving their souls to run and play
Notes and pictures flutter along by catching the attention of those too afraid to fly
Grounding them there, to stare and cry
Haunted by ghost of those left to die
Burning buildings created a light.
One we ...
Tuesday 8th August 2017 9:40 pm
The first line of the poem I heard while walking through my university's campus and from that I built upon the idea, hope you enjoy!
Because my professor can't teach I'm left to piece together a syllabus out of the whispers coming from the front seats, I show up to class early in hopes of changing my day, but it only ends in heartache when I can't seem to find my way. Through the chatter a...
Wednesday 12th April 2017 12:50 am
We never dreamed of war.
Our little bright child eyes,
But slowly and surely we watched
As our toys became weapons
And our rhymes changed into battle cries.
we were turned into men with black holes for eyes
As we were morphing
The countries were getting tense
Watching each other like they would in a game of chess
One would make a move the other would ponder wh...
Friday 17th March 2017 1:05 pm
My name is no longer my given, but the url you see
Yours will disappear in time, hidden behind a screen
Every light and sound entices us,
Nothing is out of reach.
Colours blend in pixilated form,
Occasionally we will look away.
Unified it brings us together,
Never letting us believe we're alone.
Together we buy into the conspiracy,
Every single one, we see.
Tuesday 18th October 2016 4:56 pm
There was a whistle in the air,
Then silence everywhere.
A splash is seen,
Last I checked this ocean was dead.
But the sound grows louder
And drowns out my thoughts
Telling me to join below the rocks
A simple slip would end the pain
But I thought my life had more to gain
I had hopes and dreams carved into my skin
Bleeding out and mixing with...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 1:31 am
Down, down, down.
The fire girl is burning,
The smoke was once her dreams,
The higher that she got, the more we believed.
Her screams became weapons,
Made not for you or me.
But when a flame starts to grow, we all tend to see.
Her skin dripped and dropped,
In puddles all around,
Leaving us wondering what to do now.
Fire is dangerous, was drilled in our heads,...
Monday 29th August 2016 3:40 am
There once was a field covered in snow,
Where the grass would try to grow,
Youngsters would play and lovers would roam,
Red flowers were planted to make the place their own
The field became useful as the years went by,
For it was used for war to fight the other side.
Men came in with guns and machines,
No man’s land was the name it received
Trenches were dug to protect their own,
Saturday 6th August 2016 7:48 pm
Saturday 6th August 2016 1:17 am
We are nothing but air.
Air that has been dried up and reused over and over again.
We believe we are more, because it is sad to think that we are made up of nothing but molecules,
Molecules that float around and around and around.
Sometimes I wish that the air would stop, and we could all be at rest,
While other times I cannot get enough,
I am just scratching at the surface gulpi...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 2:21 am
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