SOME may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you -- but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

amanda muller
amanda muller
May 18, 2013

i am plagued with a heavy sense
of the meaning of things
and it is too much
for me to bear.

Amanda Jerry
Amanda Jerry
Apr 6, 2012

My dreams
don't have to occur in a frigid state,
where the wind blows across the Great Lakes and straight through me.

I
would rather be warm and happy
than cold
and admired
and
miserable.

Reconciliation is another word for salvation;
Chelsea Connell
Chelsea Connell
Nov 22, 2013

While walking on the paths of past and
While wading through the rivers of lost dreams,
One will realize that life is temporary.
Forgiveness comes hand-in-hand with misery and
Pain comes hand-in-hand with love.
Life is complicated and so are we.
The trail side weeds caress our ankles like the waves kiss the shore after a storm.
- the storm is our mind & we are the weeds -
Reconciliation is another word for salvation;
For life is temporary and salvation is the answer,
to the questions we will forever ask,
as we walk on unexplored trails and wade through glorious seas.

Amanda Goodness
Amanda Goodness
Aug 6, 2013      Aug 6, 2013

Confession time,
Where's my priest?
When I was little I had it all planned out.
"In the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, Amen.
It has been six months since my last confession and these are my sins."
I fought with my family.
I swore.
And I lied.
That is what I said for seven years.
I loved to throw a wrench in the machine.
When I was fourteen I added in a little tid bit to my routine.
"I am gay".
It was the longest pause I had ever heard.
And then it went completely ignored.
How rude of me to try and provoke you, father.

Yacov Mitchenko
Yacov Mitchenko
Jan 26      Jan 26

He and I talked about our kids and wives
As we heard the hockey players now and again
On the screen. We drank beer till about ten.
The fine grain of the bar counter, bartender's smile,
The warm waves of tinkling glasses, laughter,
A fun story of what two young men were after,
The smoke of a pipe as though absorbed in thought,
The soft endearing light spread out like the look
Of a long-returned-to and cherished book,
The window testifying to snow's sweep and pride -
All these bore along the masts of our minds.
Our friendship, too, puffed and flapped our white
Gladness at every sound and sight.
That's how it felt - at first. Yet the words veered off
Into politics and religion; unease,
Discomfort, and the occasional cough,
The frown, grew into being offended.
Mutual anger for a week
Savored its winning streak.
Yet we came to our senses - and all was mended.
In the bar I thought I was right.
I thought he was being perverse, uncouth,
A stubborn and angry offender of truth.
How silly that was... Truth can't be offended.
Truth is truth: it knows no offense or grief,
Is infinitely patient, prone to smile silently, to love.
The one offended is one with a strong belief,
A belief that hasn't so much to do with truth
As it does with lending support to frightened youth.
I had much to learn. I approached my friend,
A gentle listening unfolding wings of light,
And I thought to myself: If I had to choose,
I would choose being kind over being right.

Rachel Adams
Rachel Adams
4 days ago

Gentle is the heart that weeps
Mournful is the soul that yearns
Gorgeous is the memory that lingers
Joyful were the hands that held
You

Al C
Al C
Feb 2, 2013

"The scent of you lingers on me now"
My couch had you and me all over it
Now it's bare wishing you back
Not to lay, just to sit

No, no, I really enjoyed
Laying on top of you
and then you laying on top of me
Doing things we probably shouldn't do...

It didn't matter that we spent 7 plus hours together
I didn't count our kisses
There were too many, and I didn't bother either
Counting the minutes.

"Are you okay"
Yes I'm fine...
Just I didn't know
How insignificant a role was played by time.

Two months in three days,
No I'm not regrettin'.
Whether you say something or not,
I know you're not forgettin'.

Your phone password,
The background as well
I saw it despite
You were trying to hide it, I could tell.

We held hands and kissed
and kissed and kissed
We joked and talked
and shared secrets.

We mimicked we laughed
We made a memory
I hope it went as well to you
As it did to me.

There's a little sickness in my stomach,
But, it's been there for a while.
I'll just try to be nice with my feelings
And make my head and heart reconcile.

Tommy Johnson
Tommy Johnson
Dec 3, 2013

Look at yourself
All dirty
Blackened with a sour demeanor
Rip the top off

Take a look inside
An endless carousel
See the stars
And be thrown to the next page

Never to come back again
The stories for the next chapter
Clenching to previous excursions
Remnants, recollections of once new beginnings

Once you start you can’t stop
Can turn and have second thoughts
Once you’re out
You’re gone

Falling to pieces
Smoking, dangling
A mental spasm
A lapse, relapse

Push them away
They speak too loud and bright
A half baked scheme
It’s something to pass the time

Hedges of red
Busted fence posts
Inconspicuously
Punctured shell

To the roots
Vibrations to my brain
Purple furlough
Roofs fall

Pedal till they bleed
Bleed dry to the bone
Till the bone breaks
And the pain grapples me into submission

We ignore the fruits in front
Of us for the mirages
We pretend are real
Putting In hope and taking out lies


Riding the ignorant air of pride

Crawl in desperation to continue

It wouldn’t lie
Stick to the plan
Raise the voice
So they hear and believe

We won’t stop till it’s found
They won’t stop till I’m in the ground
Buried, out to pasture
Fresh fertilizer here

I hear his deceit meshed
Deeply in his voice

Yet I fool myself to
Believe due to my denial of doubts

It won’t let me continue
Smile for no reason

When I think about it
Disorientation follows

Don’t utter another word
The grass is dead on both sides
So let’s make them equally green
So plant the seed
Pack a lunch
As we walk we remember
The lesson we were taught to never
Tread here

the gaping open wounds as I search for reconciliation
Khrystina-Lee Meers

I lost myself in boredom
Lost myself in the bitter and sour patches of life
Ripping myself free from the death grip of the vines that hold me down
I can see the sun shining through the leaves and thorns that cover my eyes
My sad, torn aching flesh screams out as the rain softly falls on it
Stinging the gaping open wounds as I search for reconciliation
As I slowly stumble back into my reality
Rediscovering my inspiration, surprise and happiness
I have come to my crossroads once again
Not looking back, I proceed on my path of hope
Living like I am dying and regretting nothing I have done
I may be scarred from my battles but that does not mean I have lost my virtue

From: Talk Dirty/Breathe Easy
© Khrystina-Lee 2010
 
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