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darren-koobs
darren-koobs
American Darren Koobs has been freelance writing since March 2010 and published several well-received poems. His poetry explores anything that might inspire him to write, especially the extreme ends of human experience. Many of his poems come from personal experience, but some are inspired purely by observation.
Sometimes, I’m lonely and want you here. Sometimes, I get nervous and need your words. Sometimes, I’m terrified and long for shelter. And sometimes, I get restless and desire something wild. Sometimes, I feel laughter and want to share. Sometimes, I’m happy and want to fuse it in you Sometimes, I’m content and rest in your embrace. And sometimes, Life glows because you are here. Sometimes happens all the time. And all my sometimes, Have you in mind. Together, all my sometimes Equal all the time. That is when I need you.
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Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sometimes
Let me make love to you With my eyes Follow every perfect curve Caress each lovely fold I want to soak up Your beauty Travel along your legs And study your fingers and toes I will worship the contours Of your cheeks And let the softness of your lips Tease me into ecstasy With my eyes I want to love you Carry you in memory To fill my thoughts When you can’t be here For all of you is perfection From when we met years ago To this moment Much has changed about you But not one thing at all You are always perfect So let my eyes adore you Let me drink you in So I will never forget One perfect detail Of the body that carries you
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Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
Perfect
I stood on the porch tonight and stared into the heavens The mild darkness and cricket melodies Took me captive and I couldn’t move or think The fingers of a midnight breeze tickled my edges The night was like wine and unlike times before I drank without objecting, without fear Of what it would do to me I should have resisted because before I was aware I hunted for the Infinite, tried to perceive God I attempted to span the universe with a thought But even those twinkles of light are each More massive than imagination And I was left to question the sanity of this creation How do you find a thing your mind can’t define What can my spirit do when its perceptions Are limited to five mortal senses There must be more to life than just existence! And just as my oceans were getting beyond restless The midnight breeze and cricket melodies Beckoned me by name and stilled my waters And in their voices God said to me “Child, when you look for me I will always discover you.”
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Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 2:26 AM UTC
I Stood on the Porch Tonight
It’s the Sabbath day Jesus lays entombed There was no other way Because forever loomed It’s the Sabbath day God has paused his labor Hardest work was yesterday It took him to death’s chamber It’s the Sabbath day The Devil knows he’s lost Yet still attempts decay To ruin what we cost God chose to be salvation’s slave Enemy take warning You killed Christ on Sabbath’s eve But Sunday morning’s coming!
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Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
The Highest Sabbath (An Easter Ballad)
It’s time to be real, time to face facts We all love a drug, we all have our pills We all choose addictions to soothe our ills Trying to forfeit the pain life exacts Things that we grasp only briefly distract Behaviors we love that cannot fulfill Popping bad habits instead of real pills Making wrong choices, spurning their impact Devices, entities, actions, can **** All of creation mayhap abused No matter your choice, regardless of thrill We conceive our own monsters By our own selves we are used Pills only widen life’s fissures
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
Pills
In everything you do, There is a piece of you. In every meal you make With every risk you take In every grief you feel With every hurt you heal In all the joy you give You taught me how to live. It’s love that you impart That has built my heart Such love you poured so free Is the love in me
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Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
What Mothers Give
Would you stay with me a while The time we’ll not need to chase Unto ourselves, our own isle Let hours slip with no trace Would you stay with me a while Just my eyes caress your face We’ll hold hands in timid style The outside world you’ll erase Would you stay with me a while We’ll talk in forever’s pace No design; talking freestyle With gazes and words embrace Would you stay with me a while As our youth the years displace Since lifetimes are just a while I’ll stash every touch you place
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Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
Stay with Me a While
I don’t know how to meet people I mean, how do you just walk up To someone you don’t know at all What if they ignore my greeting? What if they look at me funny? What if they become angry, right? That person could be important In charge of a huge company Or own a major football team Chances are they’re way too busy For someone as small as I am I just can’t handle rejection Then one afternoon in a store A salesman walked right up to me He said “Hi!’ and then shook my hand The salesman didn’t have a clue Of how I would respond to him And then it settled on me like An elephant waiting for food That’s the best way to meet people Say “Hi!” and leave the rest to them
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Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
How to Meet People
Swiftly flowing in its placid journey Passes towers of arboreal green Irrepressible current coursing free Tranquility so rarely felt or seen Then the current engages violence Grinding boulders in its angry freefall Only Death travels here seeking credence Even the stalwart in this fury stall None will escape the current’s crashing flow Its watery claws seize all that are born Who, carried through paths both severe and slow Learn of peace after beaten down and worn Do I ride and wrestle the current’s wave? Or pine and wish the current were a grave?
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 5:13 AM UTC
The Current
I don’t know how to say But I ache to try I hate I talked that way It wasn’t from my heart Sometimes I let my feelings Run my motor mouth Instead of simply thinking Before my tongue’s in gear If I could plug a speaker Directly to my heart Then you’d hear it singing Music you impart So now I leave this note My apology My sorrow is from hurting you Please, my Love, forgive me
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:45 AM UTC
Apology