Tag Archives: Styles of Poetry
Closet Confession by Toni Cross
My place of silentsolitudeHaven where nonewill intrude
Closed in by dustand memoriesI freely breathewhere no one sees
Seedling… by Toni L.A. Cross
Impatiently stirring in darkness
a seed in the womb of the earth
stretching and yearning and slowing unfurling
searching and searching for light
Casting off the veil of its seedhood
shedding the skin of its youth
budding and bursting and suddenly thirsting
searching and searching for light
Knowing not what it might be
caring not where it might sprout
growing and reaching and rapidly moving
searching and searching for light
Thrusting itself towards the heavens
bare newborn covered in dew
hoping and dreaming and artlessly scheming
searching and searching for light
Neverland by Toni L.A. Cross
There is a happy neverland
somewhere between here and sleep
It’s where all untold wishes live
the wealth of secret dreams
If one could drift amongst its foam
or dive into those depths
Their human heart would surely burst
From the sweetest of pains
Memory Closet by Toni L.A. Cross
A simple closet door
So it appears to be
But if you peer inside
Filled hangers you will see
With memories intact
All lined up in a row
Hidden in the fabric
The scent of tears, you know
Youthful smells of wishes
Of dearest heartfelt pain
Closet of true beauty
Where love has left its stain