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norman-lyons
norman-lyons
American
You sleep on the sea Moon glowing on the ripples While the trees dance in the breeze She stands on sand I swim without palms Awaken from the empty book The ***** hands pinch my nails Sails of old as cold as the hearts of gold The stingray which releases its fury I bite the tail of my own rough skin Float away Float to your shallow grave Touch the fishes that kiss my tongue But give me one chance to obtain true love
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
ocean in me
I am what others perceive Damaged Broken Unworthy Forgotten Ugly Worthless Untalented Boring Gross So who cares Let my soul fly through the air So I may be judged by the truth
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
I am
Where is my moon? I ask these questions to you I need a woman so self assured A gem so beautiful & hungry for truth Where's the love I so willingly yern for? I guess i'll be searching for you in another life time For I've looked in my life time without success My hope for true love is all but gone I wished for long conversations Intimate kisses ****** curesses So my scroll of what could be is dead The willow tree of her & I pictured in my mind is gone The slow song of when we first engage in tender love making is erased Im sorry for my displaced non existence hope of love A fairy tale unfit for this awful era of life So let me end this with 2 words Why love?
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
Why Love?
Ruined morning So up and early Rarely motivated My eyes burning Washed face Awaken my nerves My kingdom Forgotten words Misplaced Foul taste Ciggerette smoke Chokes Broke Looking for rope Give me head Lay in bed Your lips pink & red I finally sleep After i weep Forever feeling incomplete
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
I'm everywhere
I pay no mind To the sweet sounds what seems to good to be true For what strikes the ears with the hope & imagination of a child is but a faulty promise I wish i had a partner in this empty world To see what is real That life is overrated and a over due bill You never catch up So with my pillow Coving my head I shield myself from the circus outside my window I drown in the undertow of whats already meant Losing the fragments that fragmented me as I sit And died and then left I father the broken All the while im around the disused who bath in a toilet Crossed fingers Lazy eyed Wondering to find there place Let me gather my Daisies Condemn the wealth that abandons hungry babies And let me sleep in peace
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Pay No Mind
I want a white rose Sharp torns Long stem Placed at the edge of her bed I fell for her sultry essence Violent love making Sensual tongue that licked my neck While her hips ****** against mine Without shame using the lords name in vain Im lost for words She was my addiction i so willfully gave into We released our anger & frustration within four walls Finishing with our last deep breaths Covered in sweat I want her to awake to that white rose & long stem
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Her white rose
Oh how i yern for a classy girl like the one in my dream The type you see on the silver screen Romantically spoken Unraveling her ****** being without showing anything God was I born in the wrong era To have a beauty around my arms worth the sincere charms Would be my moment of triumph Taking her on a moonlignt drive listening to some jazz Or a lovely candle lit dinner with roses to make her blush Oh what a rush it would be to find my dream girl from the sliver screen
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Sliver Screen Dream
As I awoke to the sun outside The heavens dried without hope in the sky I reflect on the sunlight that burns my blind eyes Kissing my children goodbye Since the devine clarity is clearly unobtainable And the memorable moments have all gone and disappeared I light my cigarette to blacken the tar in my beaten lungs It calms my nerves I used but only 8 of my 9 lives What can possibly cure me?? I question myself For i alone am my own judge am jury With one foot already in the grave I let my suppressed emotions unleashed on an empty page So as i wait to prove the truth of the after life Weather it be complete and utter darkness or the beauty of the everlasting light I want a simple and peaceful death
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
My own cancer