Shivering

fire burning
a lonely star
cold nights
and a chill.

i wonder where you are and
why my mouth tastes like soot.

you don't call very much.
you don't text me at all all hours.
you don't want to kiss me anymore.

i wonder why you don't speak
and why you no longer read my poetry.

fading heart
hands apart
empty rooms
and a thought that chills.



 

JordanSara

VT

YWP Alumni

More by JordanSara

  • Growing Up

    In some crevice of my mind
    I know that spring has ended.

    I must leave behind my forest green
    and bury the laughter and dreams
    just beyond the trees.

    The snow is calling to my bones
    sapping away the life of flowers
  • Who Are You?

    I don't know.
    Shadows under my eyes 
    try to answer the question.
    They're blue and sinking deeper, fast.

    I am the girl who sings
    who writes poetry
    who stands on a stage
  • The Poets Are Mad

    All the poets are crazy,
    dreamers with so much and so little to say,
    armed only with words to make everything
    in the world right again.

    They say, it is up to the artists
    it is up to the youth