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Kenoreaves
You've only got one mother faithful kind and true Cherish her with all your heart your guiding light right from the start She's there for you in good or bad she picks you up when you are sad she gives you lots of loving care to help you as you grow A loving word a tender smile making everything worthwhile
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Your Mother
There are a lot of things I sit down and remember I guess it's just me getting older Days, months and years go by... Soon you'll say to your youth good bye Where maturity is king and childishness is a dream Where work is a must and relaxation is a fairy tale film Let's not forget the marriage pressures When all we want is endless pleasure With a new year comes a new birthday Reminding you that your closer to becoming clay Experience becomes painul wisdom And hard work becomes neccesary income I leave you to ponder, or even wonder But don't forget your getting older And if you have forgotten my name because of age... Yours truly, Carlton 'the writing sage'
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
Growing Old
We used to play cards on Tuesday nights in the small office of a used car lot. I would look at the old beaters as they came in. Wonder what their stories were. Who drove them. Where they had travelled and what they had seen. “All rust and dust” my friend used to say. As they age their value goes down. Which is what some folks think about people. But really, the opposite is true. My friend would ask why I played cards with those old geezers. He didn’t get it. Many people don’t. I just told him I always win. It was true. Not in terms of money. But in everything else I got from those guys. Stories Wisdom Laughs. One old guy used to cheat like a ******* I let him get away with it. I hope when I get old somebody cuts me some slack.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Rust and Dust
In my childhood trees were green, sky was blue, the sun shone gold. Snow fell in winter thick and cold as if the summer had never been, and there was nothing in between. But now I'm old, sky's always grey, no colour left to light my day, winter and summer all the same, and Loneliness my middle name. Why did you have to go away?
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
Youth and Age - décima *
I know my texts don't excite you anymore, But you are polite enough to reply it anyway And if I call you, you'll receive it too But I know you cringe when you hear my voice Just for the night , you needed me Just for that one night The night's already over But I m not over you yet I remember everything, so clearly in my head How beautifully you sang, & I sang along with you How you made me laugh, laugh & laugh so hard How you held my hands & we tried to dance How your lips blew life to my cold and dry spirit How the butterflies in my stomach fluttered How my cheeks turned crimson and I looked away But you kept on staring at me Like  you wanted to fall in love... I did not undress my body that night, I undressed my soul I put it right in front you Just in its purest form I let you see me, See all my imperfections I told you all my fears, The secrets I hid inside, I thought this is it, This is what I had been looking for, My soul was happy And thought it had found "THE ONE" Little did I know, it was only for the night Just for that one night So tell me who do I blame? Blame you for setting up my hopes high Or blame me for believing the truth like lie Or should I just blame the night? The night for lasting just awhile.......
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
That one night...
I try to say what's on my mind, but the words are in commotion. I keep it bottled up inside; a walking wreck of emotions. You only see the tip of the iceberg, but my feelings are pacific deep. When will my love stop being unheard, so my insecurities can sleep. I'm sporadic alive; roaming around, trying to cope with my endless stress. I hope you dare to see my ghost town, where the fragile me are taking a rest.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Muted Love
It starts off... A pen, paper and nothing, I walk through the de-sert, With the belief I can't afford anything, A slave to the earth, Always wanting everything, So I sold my soul and every limb, All gone now I'm looking in the darkness, A voice whispers to my skull, FEAR ME and fearLESS FIND ME and LOSE you, Let ME work on what's left, Give me your broken pieces, I will find the rest from birth, I will make your ugly look pretty Just look on Jesus, And see how a life of pain, Turns to one more sheep to gain, In your destruction lies HIS beauty From a low life beggar, To a chief in the community, But you always remember, Now that your brighter than the galaxy, That pride goeth before a disaster, And you may return back to beauty in destruction, Like the once top creature, That thought he was the best creation.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
BEAUTY IN DESTRUCTION - DESTRUCTION IN BEAUTY
I am being pulled from left to right Every candidate claiming to be the light Promising heaven, earth and even twilight Once they win they forget you and take flight. Gun to our heads by the future leader 'Better vote wisely or become a casper' Ballot boxes filled with forged paper Hold your peace or it is a recipe for disaster. If wishes were real, beggars would ride Voted for a meal, while the politicians lied my country is a deal, sold as a cheap bride All they do is steal, it's time to say goodbye. You know we are back to the embers' there's always someone's blood they forget to remember Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! We are in a fine mess with honorable villions.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
REGRET AT THE POLLING BOOTH