8 Lines is my experimentation with shorter poetry, and all the poems on this page are 8 lines long. I put them all in one place because it is easier for me :) Also, none of the poems have titles, because I think they speak for themselves.
The hulking figures
Shrouded in darkness
Silently defending
Their slumbering valleys
Outlined by the light blues
Of early evening
Lighted by the iridescent moon
And a brilliant cape of stars
Soaring high above the trees
Above all cares
Watching beauty
From a new perspective
Playing tag with the clouds
Hugging the sun
And sitting on the lap of the moon.
I wish I could fly.
The sky darkened
The clouds grew anxious
The gods bowled
In their private lanes
The cameras flashed
Capturing the perfect game
The heavens opened
And the world cried.
She had tears in her eyes
Sadness oozed from her pores.
I already knew what happened.
I didn't even listen
When she said
He promised me he'd love me
He promised that he'd always be there.
He lied
I know I should be sad
That tears should be coming
That I should be upset.
Should I be worried that I'm not?
Don't dismiss it as surpression.
Don't dismiss it as denial.
Just please tell me
How to be sad.
How is it possible?
Two years went by in a blur.
How could you have left me?
Just when I needed you most.
I cried my tears,
waiting for you to dry them.
But you never came.
I guess you're really gone.
Shrouded in a yellow dress
She tangoed with the wind
And flirted with breezes
That caressed her cracked cheek.
Withered with age, her movements jerked
Left right left
Slowly she lowered herself to the black pavement.
Fall had begun.
I don't understand
how you can be so far away
And still haunting me, destroying my life
just like you used to
I hear your voice in my dreams
I see you eyes when I close mine.
I thought you'd leave me alone
once we buried you in the cold ground.
I feel your hands on my back
gentle pushes urge me forward
Your whispers tickle my ears
and your thoughts become mine
I can't escape you
You're always there.
I just wish I could see you
And say goodbye.
The hours ticked by
As I listened
And watched the moments
Drip from her lips
As she recounted
Fragment by fragment
Her own idea
Of happiness.
Tweety Bird
His feathers matted
And grey with grime,
Lay tired and defeated
Crucified across
The front fender
Of a truck
Speeding down the highway