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American Unimportant.
It's becoming a bit weary Listening to 'uh...hum', Forgettable moments I wish would go away, I still love listening to the ever-increasing pauses though, I still love her, Listening to quiet breath, Something in it for me I suspect. I am not the same, I guess, The excitededness doesn't extend across oceans, What was boundless has become empty, Or so it seems, I miss her so, Depression of promises left unrealized, Meetings going un-met, Kisses lost to forever. Eyes that will never shine with mine.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
'uh..hum'
An architect of tile and stone, mosaic played beautifully in natural colors of desert hues and corresponding twists of evergreens, Super-heated heavy iron, along sparks of arc that weld the mind to something infinite yet sublime, Pastels, blurring lines of what is real from what is seen, on canvas unrealized, Sculptured earthy clay resembling remembrances of more than simple glimpses set in stone, Artistry of gastronomy, purging old ideas and new-found taste to tease the discriminating palates of those inclined, Poets reading widows tears in pouring rain, outside well-lighted and closed laundro-mats in frigid airy nights, Waiting to be heard and yet unrecognized in blue-grey hoodies, Svelte voices and incantations that long for listening ears, Writers writing about journeys and destinations, each mile travelled and another respite upon their road, 'Poets, preists and politicians...their words are their ambitions', Maybe someday there will arise, a scientist, that will surmise, 'All is one and one is all', Then the bleats will not go unheard.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Taos
Only one fan, Making crazy noises in the kitchen, 'kurchunka chunka chunka' Maybe it needs a good cleaning, Or some attention, Like love.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
My ceiling fan
Why is the bus so bright inside? Clearly exposing the man sitting at the back? Making a hard left turn in front of me. Incandescent, I see a man finishing sun-flower seeds, And looking through glass, and my rolled-up windows, my avoidant eyes make contact, then I realize...he is me. Traveling on a slow-soul-train to downtown or whatever it may be, eyes lock for a moment and I wish him freedom.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
the man on the bus
Epochs and eons and celestial time, Enormous chunks of eternity, Pass so quickly by, As I move through this realm, Dragging behind me, Unequaled paramimity, Or a word that sounds like that, Forever is blurred by tomorrows and todays, Moving through life, Sorrrow remains.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
This isnt it.
You left me standing here all alone, All alone, You never meant to meet me here, All alone, You never meant to share that smile, So alone, I waited for so long, Feeling so alone, You promised to meet me here, I've continued to wait for you, But I feel so alone, Coz your not here.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 5:23 AM UTC
inside out
Someone has been logging in under different peoples names and posting a lot of trash. They've even been stealing other peoples work and twisting it and claiming it as their own. They've even sent comments under my name that I didn't make. Be careful.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
heads up
I can't breath, Will I cry? Not just yet. Another puff remains. Through it all, Wisps of smoke. Pouring outta my lungs, As fresh air fights its way inside, Do I dare to dance this hopeless trot? I think rather not.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
I'm not alone, I have my cigarettes
27 years incarcerated. 27 years of committing to the same ideas and ideals that shut him off from the world. Unsurpassed courage and finally unsurpassed Grace. Forgiving his captors and those who would wish to remove his hope for a brighter future for his people and his country. The longest and most arduous marathon ever won. Redeemed at last. Oppression crumbled by one man's will. And being humbled by the journey. As if anyone would've done the same. Rest quietly 'trouble-maker' for now. The invitation to return is always open.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
Mandela
And for those outside of American commercialism, be mindful everyday :)
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Happy Thanksgiving!