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israelr3
25/M/DC I have no background in English nor do I read a whole lot. My poetry is for me and I'm just sharing it. / I am a Marine and use poetry to escape or vent out the stresses of my life. Down for Collaboration or projects so hmu.
For her to dance her dance again- Pathetic fantasy falsely pestering The painful peace forced to bear. She danced and danced Those she loved stood as witness. Alas for me the dance... Away. Further. She does dance her dance.
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Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 10:02 PM UTC
My dancer no more.
I wept. For my love had ceased to exist at that moment. Before me stood an imposter; a false idol - With a form identical to the elegance and splendor of Hers, But whose eyes stared through me with no warmth Eyes that gave me no hope for a future worth forging, Eyes that dart through my heart- tearing and shattering All that is and was. I no longer weep. Memories leading up to the moment, Find themselves everyday in thoughts. Eviscerating heart and mind again and again And again and again. I can not weep.
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Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 2:36 PM UTC
NUMB
A mind a drift, lost in madness by the sound of your cries, oh how I long for your return; but all I hear is goodbye, your lust has long a passed me and its driving me to cry. How I long for your sighs and your lies. I sit here, hear, drunk, yelling out how its gone: the taste of your waist and by God, the heat from your chest was the best. You never let me rest, jumping and clawing, till their was blood on my back. Your lipstick on my chest. And your gone. And I'm back to this drink.
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Drunken Ravings and Cravings
far from me Across this sea She lies awaiting. A Queen? Beauty with no parallel, A humanity so unworldly, I sail. As Venus guides me towards her reflection, I pray my Queen maintained her affection. I pray to speak, to say, to taste, With haste I pray, She remembers me, as I enter her bay. Let her look up to to her mirror Let her know that I know, Let her know she leads my way. She is a Queen. I know for sure, She is more.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
Venus
Walking along a desert, a fool, Thirst prolonged, a heat unbearable, As if a passion is stirring, Screaming, is the fool, For allowing the desert to consume him. Alas in the distance he finds the oasis, Shimmering bright with a lovely invitation, Radiance divine she invites him, though The fool is not trusting, perhaps a mirage, A trick for the trickster. But no, The fool enters his oasis; Castor beans and rosary peas with the beautiful Oleander Adorn and decorate the oasis. Beauty contrasted by the harsh desert around, The fool smiles.
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Fool's Oasis
Dearest love, Unattainable yet present, Emotions unyielding, The steep smoldering pains, panicking penetrating joy, You can never know. Dearest love, On roads which I may never travel, On curves which remain untouched, On hills I’ll never trek, I long for you, no echo back. Distract from truth It smacks back Anger and sadness, they stack. Dearest love, This too shall pass. My hope, it cannot last. I feel one way, You don’t So I’ll slowly go away.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Dearest
Whispering softness strengthening simple ideas , slashing at a psyche; increasingly unstable. Hold For hours, just hold. Please, the symphony of maddening toil nearly complete drawing out the inevitable. Whisper to me please, It's too loud here.
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Whisper
Running through, stumbling, Smiles fade and judging eyes, Blindingly bludgeon the brain, Causing blaming callings. Sprint by critiques, Needlessly tossing aside those who care Walk now, and look. Is it surprising, Nobody follows?
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Nobody Follows
The bitter drink is that of loneliness Its company, Pure desire. How it destroys a soul, Magnificent malnutrition; magnanimous toward Malignance. A yearn. Unanswered, festering wounds. Crashing thrashing, harassing, Then caressing. Loneliness still sings.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Yearn