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 19303° 
Robin Carretti
The sun too strong
We all get burned
Feeling the tightness
In the red sunburn or
      "U-Turn"
Oh! Where I thou
Is the "Greenlight Diner"
It's telling us to Go
Diners never adjourned
    *       *      
The Earth beauty faces get
a direct sunlight how he
  hit her blossom honey
sunshower
Her face could eat the
Divine flower but got cut

Every love hour he poured
Her potent drink hungry eyes
  Needed to think
The Sun  "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" he races your feet
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in
What a drive in
The slim shape vase with her dim
cigarette 1940 case the hostess
loves sunflowers every booth
A smile in place

The stain-glass window sun-face
Waves her smile walk
The earth talk kids rainbow chalk
I love you treetops like a beanstalk

The sun-face smile he's the
Neopleon lights up
Her table like dynamite every week
New Jersey Diner capital
of the world Peking duck creek
European beauty hunter's menu
* he seeks

1-Antipasti Penne
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face eatery like no other place
The Newsday another day
4-Chicken pepper the corn stir
fry Sun-face starts to cry
5-Hearts of Artichokes
Her choker necklace got broke
6-Soy ****** salmon
I met my sun worshipper man

Fish tacos hummus
St Thomas too many cooks
Rome was not build
In one day

We need the miracle blessing
How it came every day
Let's pay the piper
The windpipes and
the tablecloths
of stripes and zebras

A lovely dish of red snapper
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels have your back
Sun-face diner no time for a snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face airforce dresses
Medieval times two swords dismiss
Lunch cars drive-ins Sanfrancisco
Rice a Roni
"Cooling off with Icecream Spumoni"

Dinner in the sky
her sun-face words of wisdom
was touched built drive in
Italian artwork Coliseum
Like a spiritual Robin bird fly
Look up in the sky its a
bird the diner shaped
like a plane
"The Sun face" of all
hot dames
Waffle House rock and roll
Whole village hot oven flames
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs
At the caboose Ladybird

Westchester King and
the Queen
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose

I Hop Jenny maple pancakes
Bananas and strawberry fields
Met the Forest Gump sunshine yield
Dinner of Baba shrimp love to hold
Bonappetit petit four
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs she's not over easy
Pristine of carrots with
artful daisies

Thanksgiving turkey
with giblets
Diners goldmine of
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Carats
Heres the Viking Diner

Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight change of food
star rainbow bright

  Old and victorian new lovers
wine and grapes chauffeur drivers
       *Historian

And listen with there hearts
Sun Faces light up a
Trillion times
Diners delight all mine
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart  of the surface  her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
 2510° 
Dennis Willis
I am always leaving now
skittering in place
I am convinced
by my effort

that I am not
now anymore

a kid
closing his eyes
to not be seen

peeking out
**** now

skittering bolstered chemically
closed eyes
opened unseeing

now without me
unfound

i am only lessened
cursed now
remains unleft

Copyright @2018 Dennis Willis
 853° 
ohellobeautiful
i swear
the Universe
inside of us grew
as we danced along to
all the pain we once knew
 740° 
Phoebe johnson
Nostalgia is a ***** liar that insists things were better than they seemed.
 333° 
David Wakeling
There she stood with a gun at my head,
Taking the cash out of my wallet.
I wondered if she was someone’s girlfriend,
Or even someone’s Mother.
I now see Money Girls everywhere,
Pretending  to love you for money,
Pretending  to care for you for cash.
And if that doesn’t work they will
put a gun in your ribs.
Oh you have to love the Money Girls,
After all they were taught by the Money Boys.
 237° 
Lexilcon Condranax
Mijibi ba bajuki zhiragia
Bania mejebes seevee seevee
Experion kekookay
Ghul dhul bar gariff gongu shwei

Tomplexthis zonwexdis
Shira bira waxa lovudoo
Umiubiooniooh... Blarb
Lafta momba
Keezle lafa zhu zhu vamitos

Ubulooshi
Raivolooshi eirnt qirishimo
Michi lichi kama hooshi
Tamala-i-ooshi jhmoochi jhmoochi.

Tiffle tuffle teefle shpluffle
Puffity wuffle bee ba bogra nuffle
Ghi ghi gabala niro naz neg
Opiopiopo piopopolo

Zenga lehg lehg....

April 19 2019
xD
Whats the word for family?

Zhiragia  :€  

Amadeuus he has risen?

words are gibberish
Until you apply meaning to them
Most of these are names.
Of my brain bebes...

Zonwexdis means
"Thats me"

Mijibi means
"Come with me"

Ba "and"
Bajuki "meet my"
Seevee "tickly"
Gongu "likes his"
Gonga "likes her"
Shwei "incense"
Zhu "super"
Vamitos "kickass"
Psychotic "shira"
Dorky "bira"
Weird "waxa"
Lovey dude "lovudoo"
Zenga lehg lehg
"Good bye bye"
Zongu "bad"
Meo "hello"
Jhmoochi "Kiss them"

xD
 223° 
Emma
I hate him
              I hate him!
            I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
I want to kick him in the head

     Kick
kick
     Kick
Kick him
     HARD

PUNCH him

Make     love

Break his     phone
Break his heart
   Kiss him

Hug him
Hold     him
Love         him

My chest burns
My  eyes   sting

                                           hide

               SCREAM
   Pull hair
Weep

   Sob

  Kiss

Turn over        .       .       .         forget
                                  .
                       .
            .
it         LINGERS

it pokes
It prods
I twist and turn

What do I do?      I search
Of course.
            Hes niche.
this is                 WRONG
It's not                      FAIR
What do I do with this?
                                           What do I do?
          I love him!
           I HATE him
     Am I a fool?
Should I go now? Cut ties and

losses
again

AGAIN

Forgive
let live
           CrumpleKILL END DIE
SleepNeverwake!Neversleep
I dont WANT THIS                  do i

I need him

What

.
Hello! This is my first poem. Hopefully I will be writing more soon. Thank you for any and all feedback you can provide :3
 204° 
Julie Smith
Stories beginning, stories ending
That's the course of life
Hearts are breaking, hearts are mending
And in the end you will survive.
Inspired by my travels, since the end of 2017 I have met so many great people.
This poem is especially true today. Things end as they began but the important thing is what they do with you and vice versa. It's all about growing.

Poem #222
میں شاعر ھوں مگر شاعری کرتا نہیں ھوں
دیکھتا ھوں ضرور مگر مرتا نہیں ھوں
سہم کر میں خدا کے حضور ھوں جھکتا
اسی لیئے میں سارا کرتا دھرتا نہیں ھوں
انہوں نے مجھے مرتے ہی کیوں چاہا
اس طرح تو صاحب میں مرتا نہیں ھوں
قلم بھی روحِ اعظم ھے کب ٹھہری
اس لیئے میں کوئی قلم گھڑتا نہیں ھوں
مظلوم نے بھی مظلومیت ھے طاری کر لی
کِس طرح جی لو گے کیوں کرتا نہیں ھوں
 176° 
Micrography-Mike D


The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

All rights reserved.
 145° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 138° 
Rivea
find someone who looks at you the way they look at the stars
 137° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 131° 
ali
beneath the stars,
we dance
to the rhythm
of our hearts,
to the melody
of the summer wind.

when we stop,
you are dripping in moonlight,
cerulean blue
competing with starlight,
arms around my waist
a home,
soft edges and curls
outlined by darkness,
love
in the form of you.
inspired by the song dancing in the moonlight by toploader and the boy who sings it with me:)
 127° 
Chicken
Smell the tradition in the air
Be it fire, or a roast dinner
The town crier calls and,
he doth declare
‘If you ain’t frownin’ you’re a sinner’
 100° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 87° 
Steve Sufian
We are Wholeness,
Turning within our Self,
Creating an imaginary wall,
An imaginary shelf,

That hides us from our All,
Makes us feel small,
But we are learning to stand Tall,
We are returning!

We are returning.
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


But

That someday

isn't here yet
 84° 
Rama Krsna
my pink rose
during your  
heavily textured silence
i’ve quietly merged
with
the dance of the cosmos
my reflection
nowhere to be seen

yet if you look
with that third eye
you will see
me
in every nook and corner of this cosmos
in every smile,
every frown
and every tear
from here to eternity

© 2019
 81° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 75° 
AM
let’s stop for a while
and find shapes in the clouds
feel the breeze on our skin
and take in the sounds

let’s take a moment
in the cool april air
forget about our problems
and last night’s affairs

can i just have this
return to nature’s call
because darling, i’m lost
and need somewhere to fall
 68° 
Amyrah
For all the times I ran.
All the times I pushed you away,
All the times you were hurt
Here we are, just to begin all over again.
Guilt.
 60° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
After being an expert at quitting
Many things,
I just can't seem to quit you
Cold turkey.
 53° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 52° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 49° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 49° 
Masha Yurkevich
I love it
when you
S M I L E.

I just wish it happened
more than
just once in a
while.
Come on, whatcha hiding? Smile!
:)
let’s stop propagating the darkness,
and preach the light.
inspired by Petal’s ‘What the F***?’
i’ve wrote so much angst i think i’ve been desensitized by it lol. ty Petal for showing me that poetry is more than a domain for the depressed and hurting.
 45° 
Lawrence Hall
All Souls’ and All Saints’ were made to disappear
Easter is bad enough with rabbit eggs
And Christmas was appropriated by The People
As a tribute to (belch) Glorious Excess

But no one has taken Good Friday away
With gifts and treats and two-for-one specials
Down at Chez Bubba’s Discount Liquor and Smokes,
And Colonial Auto Parts stays open - why not?

But while the world spins along on its way
A few eccentrics remember Him this day
I'm late with this. I hope the Holy Saturday Hamster (who hides omelettes for good little girls and boys) isn't miffed.
 44° 
Max
Is love the fuel of our hearts?
Because maybe we should switch fuel.
Because our hearts are polluted.
Having some difficulties with leaving bad people.
 42° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 41° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 40° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 39° 
Elle Dhani
no worries,
no doubts,
no hate,
oh how pure
wanting past to recent,
but hey, no,
like the old times,
it fades til dawn,
and face thy order
 38° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
I am inexplicably excited to experience that love.
The love my mother had with my father.
The love that movies are made from.
The love that poems derived from.
The love that songs are based on.
The love the is irrevocable.
The love that is idolized.
The love the joins two.
The love that is true.
I am inexplicably excited to experience that love.
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
 36° 
NC
Your words echo
Beautiful and violent
Deep within my everything
I ache
Wanting, needing, yearning
Words and feelings
Impossibly out of reach
Thank you
 35° 
gabriela
it doesn’t feel very nice when
someone likes you and
gets to know you and
then decides they
don’t like you so much
 35° 
Renée
You make all my fears go away
It’s no longer a rainy day
A weight is lifted from my shoulders
I feel lighter
I feel brighter
I don’t think there is anything I can’t do right now
Food sounds really good too
Maybe a cheeseburger
Or some chips
Or pizza
Or maybe all three
You make me want to climb a tree

I love you ****
You make my day bright
In the coldness of depression
You always win the fight
I wish you wouldn’t go away
I wish you were here to stay
Especially when I’m feeling gray
You take all my money
You’re so funny

I love you ****
When I’m feeling blue
I just look at you
I roll you
I smoke you

I love you ****
You help me with all my needs
When no one understands me
You make me so carefree
I love when other people smoke ****
It’s a quality you can’t exceed

I love you ****
Thanks for understanding me
And for helping me climb that tree
It won’t be long now
Until I have to go
And smoke another bowl
Of course I was high when I wrote this.
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