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 1410° 
ATL
to undo the part of myself

curled as thin twine on her finger-
that pallid tissue paper skin
wrapping a network of crimson lighting.

veins turn violet
underneath layers of that kind...
my words cannot excavate every color.

yes your eyes were
a freshly struck match;
brief sight before returning
to cold outlines of breath in the dark.

i’m returned to their glow
every time i wish
i could isolate a melody
that feathers my cheek.

(scribble the chords on a napkin

for when you get messy)

you know i’m deaf,
but my eardrums still quake
at the sound of falling pins
and dancing angels.
 562° 
Nat Lipstadt
Hosannah (Mombo from Missoura)


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Hosannah (Hebrew): an exclamation of joy, adoration

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who says Hosannah anymore, I think, recalling
a question reversed,^ one, long ago, that she sent to me,
the answer comes, a puddle splashing grandmother,
Mombo from Missoura

a what?

doesn’t matter

Periodic perusals of the small fine poems here, jewels lost in the kerfuffle,
At once, a signet ringing word jumps into my historical consciousness,
That little place, where the childhood was puzzled, but purified, remembering
That little boy, in synagogue, lost amid a congregation chanting
             Hosannah! to
Yahweh, ghost god, user of intermediaries-whisperers,

Mombo from Missoura (today’s guest voice)

selected by greater forces to make him recall the unity of many voices

his squeaking tone, found among that pure noise
that went to god’s heart direct

exclaiming in joy, adoration of
a majesty unfound on Earth,
sealed with a Selah,
crowned with Hallelujah

that god who never, incapable of forgetting,
still chats with him, that boy, now a boy~poppy,
from time to time,
recalling when together,
they too, puddle jumped,
looking for oil drop rainbow spots
so they could unison shout out loud


Hosannah! A rainbow on Earth

Sabbath Sept. 14, 2019
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^ ”who writes poems like this?”
did you think that a poem would not be forthcoming,
mombo-from-missoura?
 479° 
Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
 263° 
AngerManagement
When my brothers dog died.
In his eyes crumbling,
The loudest silence I've ever heard.
 259° 
Alex B
it’s hard to tell
where it ends
and “I” begin.
 210° 
Garrett Johnson
Beginning.

The wounds hold in sultry.
The shaman breathes tightly.
With cerulean colored eyes.
A Luscious handle of the old world.
Tired in admiral skies.
The appearance of truth.
Written in scarlet.
The words that heal in time.




Garrett Johnson.
And the wild child and the graceful theater.
 202° 
Erian
They say we've got twisted minds
But there's only so much a soul can hide.
I've been in a big Halloween mood lately so here's a little poem for the haunting of the season
 188° 
Jenna
Companion
                    For
Life.
          liar!
Leaving me behind,
Soar, soar!

You selfish bird.
Spread your seeds;
 159° 
Navila
Who am I?
I’m yours.
I’m the one that knows you,
the one that sees you.
Don’t you see yourself?
That’s okay, don’t look.
Look at me.
See me.
I love you.
Breathe with me.
Come inside.
I’ve built us a world in here.
Don’t you want to feel it?
I swear,
you won’t lose yourself.
Just be with me.
Be us.
That’s right.
That’s right.

Do you see yourself now?
 153° 
Nathan
Take the ten thousand fragments
Of this heart you stomped on so cruely
To win your popularity contest

Avoiding obvious feelings
Of which you proclaimed
Sweep them under the rug
This heart breaks no more
It will never be broken
It will never be fixed

Love is nothing but misery to me
Yet love is a game to you
 144° 
AM
your lips on mine

but i feel

nothing

i know i should

i want to

i need to

i try to

but i don’t
 137° 
The Nine Doubts
Sometimes I think about all the moments where I could’ve never met you. It hurts my heart to think I could’ve missed out on you. It makes me cry.
moonlight gleams like pearls across
your chest, stars dancing, imprinting dots
upon your naked flesh

and I could not stand the sight of it,
so I stepped out, barefoot into the night

and I don't know where I'm going
but I'll just keep on walking
until the darkness is behind me
 114° 
Kris Balubar
Oh, the unexpected moment when things happen.
I still recall the sweet taste of everything.
The way you grabbed me, oh that was good.

Maybe a moment, the rush of lust stops.
The quick moves, I should be slowed to go.

The feelings hang still.
Everything fades, I was just a quick moment.
 110° 
Eden
it was 4am when
i noticed his text.
“are you up?” he asked.
rubbing my eyes, i answered,
“yeah. need to talk?”
because anyone who is awake
at 4am is either heartbroken
or in love.
and i am very, very
heartbroken.
 95° 
jasmin
Im happy
Then i'm sad
I have friends
Then suddenly they're all gone
Is it me
Am i to sensitive
Or is it them
Im alone
Always alone
I have nothing
Noone
Im happy
Then i'm sad
When will the pain end
Will it ever
Why me
Why am i always the puppet
Thrown around
Apologizing
When I wasn't the one that did wrong
Im happy
Then i'm sad
I have friends
Then suddenly they're all gone
 92° 
BM Green
Mental
Physical
I want you wrapped around me
I want your fingers between mine
Your breath over my body
Breathe life into me
I beg you
I want your name engraved on my lips
Your sweetness covering every piece
Molded together
I need you
Inside me, my mind, all of me
Fill my missing parts
Smooth my broken edges
I surrender
Put me back together with your body
With your words
Force me to be hole again  
Blow, break, burn, cool and make me new
Wrap your name tight around my insides
Brand me
I can be what you need
Never ending cravings
I’ll fulfill your needs
Euphoria
I was born to make you feel it
Mentally
Physically
 81° 
Indranys
Sometimes a person prays with tears
When the words are missing...
It hurts the most
When your heart bleed...
But no one saw it including your dear ones...
You pretend to smile...
And No one can feel your pain through your eyes
You fell loneliness...
Your pain is growing slowly
All you can do it let your heart bleed..

And the last..
You take a deep breath
And you say to your heart...
Don't you sad !!
Don't you sad !!
Every pain that makes your heart bleed gives a lesson...
You are strong person
Strong to forgive..
You are strong person..
Strong to forgive
Because forgiveness is the best form of love
 79° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Together,
Forever,
You and me,
The river and the sea,
I flow into you.
You and me,one,
The moon and the sun,
Light, I take from you.
You and me,
The flower and the bee,
Together we make honey,
To make life sweet as can be.
16/9/2019
 78° 
Nathalie
I open up
this flame
within my soul
I explore the
magic that
this deep love
brings forth
It lights the
way; shares
and multiplies
There is no
greater beauty
than this blossoming
grace growing
in my heart.

~Nathalie
 78° 
Aniahs Machell
I say I don't like you
         Try to convince myself the feelings are gone
Pretend to be okay with all of this

         Then I watch you run
Your fingers through your hair
         And my heart drops
 75° 
Mystic Ink Plus
You
Are
Trending




In
My
Mind
Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Different
Calm to ears
 74° 
Niesha Radovanic
full moon,
college kids **** kegs,
wallflowers paint
red ocean baptisms.
 68° 
D Letwixt
I've disappeared into myself
And reality seems
.
.
.
.
.
.
distant
 53° 
Nylee
A clear sky
No grey sight
With fist full of desires
green dreamy eyes
I fly away
.
 52° 
Richard Barnes
My written words are a sin to your glory
and the silent beauty in your fair smile.
By theses words, i owe a poet’s debt
not to make false what is beyond my words
to write by coping poorly what nature’s hand has made.

But write only what love can express
in these poor words...      
Words that are silent before your beauty.

For my words come up short of devising your
praise. Your beauty is beyond my words, maybe to be
read only in the silence that lives in my soul.
 49° 
Sky
I’ve been floating aimlessly
in a dark and icy sea,
waiting, just waiting,
for life to make something
out of me.
 48° 
KI
She's smiling
Someone made her eyes glow
I've tried, I guess I can't be that reason

Mine is gone
She's my reason
Yet  I can't smile for them
hays la na gid?
 48° 
James Newman
if I take this journey
I risk getting lost
but I may stumble upon a path
never walked before
if I become too weary
will find a stone to rest upon?
or will I carry on with my blooded feet
when I come upon that old bridge
will I dare walk along it's broken planks?
or will I find another way too cross
what new dangers lay upon an uncharted road?
it is an path I must walk alone
 48° 
Seanathon
The greatest trap of all for mankind
Is that of being and not being
And when there is no God
Not being begins to look awfully friendly
Being doesn't necessarily imply the other.
 47° 
JP
She left
I
lit her memories
to fall into..
 46° 
Gabriel Bonney
I’ve been listening to music late at night lately
It hasn’t really helped me deal with the coffee
The songs bore, and even the new are dull
To the core, I don’t think I know between lull
 45° 
LK
I crossed that fence
And ignored the warning sign
Walked that road
And ignored all the stop signs
I wanted to be rebellious
But i ended up broken hearted
 44° 
Ainnoot
I wanted to kiss you goodbye,
but you’re such a light sleeper.
You were dancing with the angels, I could tell.
You were smiling with no worries,
I know life can be hell.
Couldn’t disturb your peace,
when you make my pain ease.
I wanted to hug you goodbye, your arms feel safe.
You are my haven, but I’ll tell you at my pace.
I will repay my debt.
You gave me all the right things,
when I had nothing left.
Anyone can be a mother, but you earned that title. I was leaving for work and wanted to dismiss myself, but you had a long night.
 44° 
Semihten5
let the wind blow from all sides
there are dry leaves waiting
it is no hard to skid
there must be away for getting there

it is not necessary to ask
the secret of every step is different
even if everything goes wrong
captain at helm,adequate
 43° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 42° 
Jack
I wore my heart on my sleeve
vibrant and true
but you ignore the wash label
bleached anew
I wore my heart on my sleeve
and became stained by you

- i need a new jumper
 41° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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