Annia Rosa

Annia Rosa Poems

I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung
...

I once knew a man who knew me quite well
He had curly white hair and a powdery smell
He knew me more than I could ever know him,
And all at once the future seemed ever so grim
...

It was a wedding of white
Spattered with red—
The flowers sang celebrations
As the old bell rang
...

There's blood on my hands
And it's never enough
There's blood on my hands
And who do I blame?
...

That I did her
So will I be done
That I brushed away
So brusquely
...

Rain today
It looked so pretty
And I wondered
Why the sky had to cry
...

Darling, let's give it a kiss
Maybe that will make it cease
The curses that you hiss
The splatters on your jeans
...

She and me,
We made our place
With swinging tires
And high-fly race—
...

funny bones, sad bones
doesn'tmakeyouglad bones
sick bones, sleepy bones
doesn'tmakeyouweep bones
...

There is a world that I can't see
Behind your eyes
There is a place that I won't know
Hidden in your chest
...

Sometimes I wish I were a shoe
At least I'd be a pair
At least I'd have a friend to see
And someone's bound to wear
...

I do not like my poetry—
Not a bit
Not at all
...

Sometimes I want to ride with the knights,
To pull the sword from its sheath in battle,
To fight and win and uphold the knights' code,
To ride horseback through the country, armored.
...

14.

Usually,
They ran away from me
Black, white, and in-between
They would turn their faces from me
...

That man
If he could, he would cry
But he does not cry
He does not smile
...

Sharp tics and sounds
Air tossing and turning
Bells
Bells ringing and ringing and ringing
...

All these ideas
All of these words
All of these sounds
All these creations
...

Spanish lullabies
Have found their way
Inside my head
...

Where,
they ask,
Where is it?
...

Annia Rosa Biography

Born in Cuba, raised in the United States, I have always felt like I didn't quite belong to either one. But I don't know anything. I don't know myself. I don't know other people. I'm just trying to survive in this world with these people who do things.)

The Best Poem Of Annia Rosa

Being Judged

I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung

I don't think it's very fair
To find me infantile
When you yourself misbehave
For more than just a while

I don't quite understand some things
But that doesn't make me ignorant
I know I don't know what you might
But that just makes us more different

I know I'm not like you at all
Not even just a little bit
That doesn't make me worse than you
Nor does it make me unfit

I hate the way you judge me so
When you don't know my name
You don't even know my story
Nor my family or my pain

I hate the way you think you know
More than I could ever learn
Just because you might be older
Doesn't mean it's me you should burn

I hate how you're so self-satisfied,
Laughing at my misery
How you could ever feel happy
That will always be a mystery

Because I might feel bad about myself,
If only for a moment,
But what will you do with yourself
After I've survived this torment?

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