Scribe Granted

poem by Scribe Granted

I am not a Dove. A white homing pigeon in reality. Stripped of my identity, caged and taught to obey. Exploited as a symbol of peace, love and hope while my life is a doomed constant inner fray Held with sisters and brothers... Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Abundant with green pigmentation, not too low, not too lofty, standing lusciously Merely pecked by suns rays, making strong and sharp blades, to bounce back when by foot they are grazed. Lightly lilting in wind, my own, inferior co... Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

brain freeze from icees hoodies worn for sixty degree breeze winter in Florida Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

School's tornado ends time for jubilee in sunshine rainy season begins Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Perhaps being personified as sneaky caused resent Being likened to the devil, a deceitful serpent. Being hard to see and greeting near ankles made people wary Their blending complexion and fangs protect, not always meaning to be ... Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Carefully writing and learning new words for perfect expression from the dictionary Each word is a hunter with specific skill, new help is enlisted when expanding vocabulary. Working together to capture minds and conjure brainstor... Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

A boy whooshed past a bee flying by The bee followed and stung the boy in his thigh The boy cried and he thrashed The bee lay on a flower and laughed Then suddenly the bee stopped and died. Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Voices and bodies are everywhere you go Phone beeps flash notifications Chit-chat falls flat, it all seems a show Smiles and high fives, mostly false elation Surrounded by people who care little, leaves feeling separation Like... Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Running to be raptured by sonic typhoons. Travelling to stars at noon and the sun under moon. Amplifying emotions to a deafening image. Escaping reality over auditory bridges I drown beneath sound-waves just to consume tunes. Read more

poem by Scribe Granted

Every once in awhile I get an odd feeling And decide to keep my lips from peeling Some people choose to hide pain with smiles But I elect to be selfish for a while At the end of a long week, no flash or grin Maybe it will kee... Read more