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mark-robins
You sit politely on the shelf, tempting, teasing. You haven't changed in the years. Physically, at least. But I know you've grown bitter, behind that facade. One day, I think, I'll take you down. Finish you in a day, come back in a year. I remember where we met. That shop, the covered market. Knew you were the one. The promise of romance, a cunning plan... I returned home giddy, keen to begin. But a new job forced a delay; then a girlfriend, depression, apathy. I took you down once. Made a start but never finished. So I put you back, guilty of that literary crime. So many books, so little time.
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC
Of words unread
Inspiration is scarce. Masculinity ravages like a starved beast on all that's pure and painless. Upon my life it clings and departs not now nor never. In hours of weakness it strikes and pseudo power creates a pleasant bleakness. When all is over I lay in sweating idleness. Womanhood must hate me but sometimes I hate it too... *** is a *****
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Perpetual
I searched for love and found it after many years. But she didn't fufill me. Alas, more tears I looked for work and got it after a few weeks. But it didn't fufill me. And all my hope leaks I decided to pay for pleasure and it worked for a few nights. But it didn't fufill me. How life's pain bites. I turn to substance and I live from day to day. But it doesn't fufill me. My sanity drifts away I long for some feeling and all the clocks fall. I can't grasp anything and I am; and that is all
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
the absurd
Well if I saw her now my eyes would turn inwards, my torso away from her place, my head tilted in disregard. Still, her face, in all its horrific glory, is unmoving in my mind. And when she passes the memories of it return fliterringly The knife of regret tries to cut it, the wind of thoughts obscure it, and the force of envy destroy it. But she remains through it all. How I long for the order of solitude. Away from the malicious passion and the maddening peace. The longing ceases until she no longer cares- but I do. And in the nights when I battle for the never coming release, I think of the days when we were one. I don't see her now- did I ever? and now i suppose i wasn't so clever
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
despised sweetness
Come with me I said with glee I'll take you to bed Or we'll kiss instead She agreed to the former But it didn't seem to warm her In fact, she seemed sad Was I that bad? It ended short For we were keen to abort And she ran away madly Perhaps even gladly Not really worth a dime And I think next time In search of better joy I’ll pay for a boy
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
A Bad Experience
You belong with the social beings Who want to chat and laugh with glee As we all are meant to be It’s with them you ought to live Not with him, poor him Who has nothing else to give He chases you and cherishes you and wants to be you But when he tries so hard to be bold You shoot him down and make him feel cold So he runs and ravishes and friends are rare Only I stick by him You don’t want to care So remember this dear friend Each time you laugh and point and jeer He’s alone once more, no reason to cheer Lying in bed, so thin He draws a blade and Etches symbols onto his skin And if you knew how the blood stained his floor You wouldn’t find it funny any more
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Like a Friend
She whips me down And drags me round She roars like thunder And my freedom is plunder She spits and seethes And still nothing pleases And so I’ll leave For she will not relieve The torrid strain I am under In this oh so monstrous dismal blunder I’ll succumb to a sweet sleep And I know you won’t weep As I end my stay Besides, who could dismay?
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
Ceaseless
Dear Miss you are so pure More holy than sinful More exciting than bore And I tell you gladly I will not complain If treated badly For I am so profane You sit there in divinity Blessed and humble Like my holy trinity And I’ll sit here below Out of reach Your sanctity, no! I shall not impeach The white dove flies and flutters But doesn’t match to you Nor do any others So I won’t speak cursely For nothing could be worsely I tell you now I am not worthy No! I am not worthy
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Émily
Above me there are great stars That shine so wondrous But cannot tell me why I am so loveless Then for a moment While I ponder in despair The heavens seems to realise And one moves slowly through the air Slow at first but then quicker The star moves with ease Across acres of farmland And stretches of seas And its beauty in this night Gives me a subtle pleasure Unheard of in such times Of hatred and of terror Then it vanishes And order is resumed My world is bleak again Or so I assumed… Yet as life takes hold And I remain so alone And words of friends bite Too close to the bone I find comfort somehow In the way it flew New feelings emerge And I laugh anew So upon days when all is gone I think of that star in all its grace And without thought My heart begins to race For the moment has passed But is not thrown and tossed And memories remind me That all is not lost
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
Above me there are great stars