glass cuts you
only if you break it
a man can take a few cuts
and the scars speak out your name
into eternity
echoing deliverance

out of control
we fall
spiraling
like leaves in autumn
you are jade
and I am gold
I fall for you
don't fall with me
you fall for me
we fall like leaves
in autumn
but it's your summer
that my autumn falls for
falling
hard
down
low
burning in the sun
like the wings of Icarus
incinerating love sublime
echoing deliverance
forgive me
for I couldn't save you
like you saved me

Dedicated to Glass
IrieSide
IrieSide
Jan 11

Oh,

to fall in love with a poet.

How strange it would be

writers of darkness who share their nonsense

in passionate form.

I'd fall in love with a poet

to dream with her

of what could be.

Oh to dream,

of one who understands me.

Is it you miss poet,

is it you

who understands me?

Ami Shae
Ami Shae
Dec 18, 2016

I dove in head first--
didn't think about it
let the huge bubble
around me burst--
ignored the warning signs
of shallow water all around
not the least fearful
of landing on the ground
instead of the murky, watery sea--
but the ground came fast
and slammed right into me--
still I got my ass right back up again
and climbed that huge ladder
all determined to be the one to win
and jumped this time feet first--
and yep,
still made that bubble burst,
but this time I landed smack into the sea
and swam far, far away from here
seems it was finally my time to just be free!

#free   #sea   #imagine   #swim   #persistence   #determined   #climb  
Ignatius Hosiana
Ignatius Hosiana
Dec 13, 2016

Sometimes you need to be that person even you
doubted you'd ever be to reach those dreams that
were so far from reality and score such goals you
thought you never could... Sometimes you need
to tighten your fist of faith and beat the odds
for if you hit hard, even fate can hit the canvas...

Black Jewelz
Black Jewelz
Sep 28, 2016

Channel your energy.

Then don't change the channel.

Channel your energy.

Then don't drain the channel.

Guen Sy
Guen Sy
Sep 15, 2016

you love how your sun rises bright
though she always sets by noon
i promise to be by your side
like the persistence of the moon

but let me know if her brightness stings
if its past dawn and u couldnt sleep
let my waning light meet ur skin
take shelter in my muted dim

let my downy embrace envelope
your every lesion
cautiously i will stroke
every region
she must have missed

but who can blame her
no one is ever surprised about this
you can leave anyone in distrait
with that wicked smile on your face

now as we are on the verge of daybreak
shes rises back as a ravishing view
always as beautiful as our eyes can take
so who can blame you?

Renee 'Wisera'
Renee 'Wisera'
Aug 19, 2016

How did I become such a loser
Perspective
How can I make my life better
Discipline
How can I get all this done
Habit
How long can I go on
Persistence

Amjad Alkadasi
Amjad Alkadasi
Aug 5, 2016

Struggle has been always
My eternal aim
As everybody makes me feel
It's a shame

As I will never give a damn
Or think to say something the same
Once they ponder or think it's ephemeral
I'd say it will continue to my funeral

I doubt them saying that's insane
As I'll just say the same

Since I knew them dooming
Goals and aims
and will always be looming

As you know hopes will haunt my thinking
sounds like they are trying to exorcise my dreaming
Creepy so it seems, I hope them thinking about conjuring
They are just virtues which are residing

It doesn't hurt that much,
I got my plenty sources who have been
And will always be
Supporting and backing.

So as I bet they simulate epics,
no hunch and so positive I am
they can be psychics
and shrinks.

Spike Harper
Spike Harper
Jul 28, 2016

For what it worth.
Every inch of me.
Aches.
In pain.
And agony...
Yet.
Not in the way you.
Percieve.
I anger.
At all the moments that remain.
Tucked away.
Solemn.
The quiet.
Deafens me.
Torment in the likes of hidden emotions.
Behind pleasant smiles.
I come crawling.
Beaten.
Starving.
I hunt the ever elusive affection.
Most nights it remains just out of reach.
I cannot deny.
This desire.
Regardless of what i have sustained.
Each wound evaporates by morning.
And with each new moon.
Do i become.
A more perfect hunter.

To my robin

It's not how many times I  retreat,
it's how many times I come back
that makes a man of a boy.

 
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