A 18 year old boy self motivated as a poet. He realized that a poet is unable to make a decent living so he decided to share it to the world. He has gone through some things in the past boosting his descriptive power and personal presence in everything he writes. He wishes someday everyone will be touched by at least one of his works... more »
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Zachary Clark Poems
From the Woods to the Sea
We leave the drive and turn to the beach. The tune of the tires on the dark hot road. Pulling us away from the cold gloom of the woods. Being bathed in the sun of the pristine sea.
Hidden deep in the night is a passion so strong; It gets heated so intense the burns in the cold air. The moon so big and bright it's white shining whole; It shows the love of the couple so right.
No whisper or sound no twitch or movement. Cars there is none no trains or other humans. Animals quiet and insects resting frozen. Inside your house in the living room your T.V. isn't blaring.
Promise me one thing.
There was this girl, We'd been friends for awhile, A long while.
My friend’s heart is dying. Your love for him was lying. How could you do this? With that precious little kiss.
Book of Emotion
When you are a writer you write a good book, Sometimes you see the cover you need another look. Books pull you in and throw at you there might, Some books are just as jumbled as they seem at first sight.
Blank Mocking Paper
I stare at this paper so white I just don't know what's so right I want to write on it I would love to write a sonnet
We've all had our first love right? We all know it's not fake this is a dedication to all those that didn't last. Puppy love is as real as can be Puppy love is real love and should be held in the highest degree
Picked on, Ridiculed, Mocked, unwanted kid. Goes running and makes his cute face hid. Doing drugs to take away the pain. He and his mind are starting to go insane.
Hm first poem ever wrote by ME. ^_^ I look at you up in the sky It just makes me wanna cry
Out on the streets theylive a hard life; When most are broke you must own a knife. In the gutter are Homeless and Drugs; The homeless has there collections of buttons, scarves, and mugs.
In The Meadow
Within is a meadow filled with undying love, Having a giant bright beautiful light shining from above. Surrounding the clearing is willows galore, The grassland trees are the one thing most would adore.
If I could get you to say one word
Babies just don't like to talk do they? I have talked to you for hours Droning on and on about me
Love of strong will all through the night Show the love of pleasant heat right As we all know the kiss is the start Of the feeling opposite of tart
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From the Woods to the Sea
We leave the drive and turn to the beach.
The tune of the tires on the dark hot road.
Pulling us away from the cold gloom of the woods.
Being bathed in the sun of the pristine sea.
In the red Mustang the paint gleams bright and blinding.
As we leave the forest of the pines tall and shading.
The sound of small chirping birds hidden in the needles,
To the screeching and cawing of the white and black seagulls.
The sauna like steam warm and heavy in the air.
As we get out and walk barefoot through the wet, soft, sand,
The grains clumping and squishing in between our...