Bidding My

"the women i know don't belong anywhere", he said
lips ash stained, curled up and tight
his hands caress my tights and i
don't feel like i belong in this room,

by Iulia Hulea Click to read full poem

Comments (6)

I love the feeling and affect that forms the impetus of this poem, but I would not adjudge this as poetry because of many obvious reasons. Nevertheless, 'tis a good start. Focus on rhyme, punctuation, and grammar.
Good art Lulea, may you read my poem, the blurred figure
A very good start Lulia, i enjoyed reading this keep it up
Such a nice start, lulia. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
why is there more than one type of loneliness to choose from? - - - - - - - - - - - - - -> perfect. absolutely perfect. That is what closure is for poetry! ! ! ! Welcome to Poem Hunters! 10+++++++++++++ and onto my fav list
Well conceived and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing, Lulia.