KellenLou
Bronze Member

I am a young poet from South Dakota who draws most of her inspiration from the Romantic Era and the nature surrounding me. I love drawing, history, and clothing.

Joined: February 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 9 total

Midas I lean't to kiss your knuckles bare Your hand ripp'd from me quite aware "I'll turn you gold if you dare, touch me on my left hand there." I simply laughed and shrugged it off "You worry so, and doubt enough" I controlled my atoms very well... – *by Kellen Anderson*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Linnea In the white, fertile fields of heaven where infinite blessings flow; on February twice seven, with your honeybee wings, you go. You weren't perfect, None of us are. But now you sit upon the morning star. Your aunt must've wept when... – *by Kellen Anderson*	6 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Among These Dark, Satanic Mills The rain smelt of dust As old as England herself And on that stoney moor Or on the canal's shore The heather and heath their fortune bequeath'd Is worth just as much as the cotton and such and the porcelain we blow'd dropped along the old... – *by Kellen Anderson*	6 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Flowering Flames Hell is subjective. Hell is personally tailored, fit like a black suit. You wear that suit to your own funeral, It fits you well. Who on Earth is to know where hell is? All mortals find it underground, But diamonds are found underground You... – *by Kellen Anderson*	3 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Song for the Hypocrites You all preach hypocrisy You preach to end violence, to call off harassment, To make peace, When you all wage a war against those who do not. Do you not see that you're putting cheese down without setting a trap? You only feed the rats ... – *by Kellen Anderson*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating