Hush the little voices In the whispering wind That subtle new horizon Where it ends and then begins It’s an optical illusion That stares into the gloom Standing very patiently Waiting on the moon
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate me.
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.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
Sometimes the world drifts out of few And all you see is you Standing in the rain Feeling the pain But you don’t always have to be tough Hear me when I say, you’re enough
When you make a mistake That’s okay We’ve all been there I mess up every day
Sure, you have your flaws As do well all But you care when others would just stare You give a hand even when you’re feeling bad And try to be fair
You can play the guitar Write real well And let’s be fair You’re also pretty tall xD
More than they seem In the midnight gleam Emotions run as a stream Ever flowing, ever growing Or perhaps moving steadily Pooling far below Into an unknown depths
- Jay M August 2nd, 2021
Emotions are like water, constantly shifting and changing. Sometimes they have a steady flow, and other times they are raging. One can never truly know the depths until they have dove in for themselves.
Have you kissed bruises On a broken heart Have you ever loved? Have you forgiven All the hurt Have you ever loved? Have you been used Left and even abused By the ones you loved? I know a secret It's best not to dwell on it Because of all the good That's all God sees Even under rejection Under the hurt of the lies And all the despise He forgave us So tell me true, Have you? Every really loved?
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
Her embrace was a clinch to prevent hard blows. She pulled me close to push me away. Seeing my nakedness she leant me a dream of chainmail and shield. Taking love from me she gave a reprieve to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
Ignoring my words she heard my faint silent heartbeat and understood that it was music too quiet for the world to hear and turned it up louder than I could stand. I wept in my deafness as she danced.
I just want someone to tell everything to Someone to share everything with I can't see it getting better this time Holding it together, I fall apart at night Depression and obsession don't mix well Love won't keep them around
The ocean inhales and exhales Same as you and I Ebb and flow, my darling- Spitting gusts of breeze From its salty, gaping mouth Screaming the sounds of gulls, Singing sounds of lovers.
Where do they come from, Where do they go? I’d fly south in your wake To seek your brighter days, Soak in your summer air. I chase you until I drown. The water in my lungs tastes sweet.
