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spencer-thomas
spencer-thomas
Closet poet. / Mostly songwriter. / Using poetry to keep the song inspiration going. / Enjoy.
Oftentimes I wake confused in a rut, hurt, bruised sick of stagnant living Day in day out clock in clock out selling all of my time to a slow ticking clock until it eventually defines me These days have the same story and they all just "go" Sure the weather changes what a great conversation starter But don't you want to change with the day and be gone the next? I think more hearts belong on the road than we let ourselves realize I know mine does
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Days
twenty-two years I should be mad as hell I should be opening another door I should have seen more of the world I should have made my name known I should take on the world I should make a change It is a daily battle between young and grown I shouldn't be so naive I should leave the world alone I won't try to my name known I have seen the borders of my world I will let the door stay shut I am content twenty-two more
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
twenty-two
Make a change they say Do is different but change must come The beauty of the world still alive And the human race still kind But it has its devious twists Where are we on the map? Next to the bombing, the shooting, And the suicide That’s how we’ll find each other Tragedy scatters on a map of the world Like a shotgun blast delivered from the moon Make a change they say Do is different but change must come At our fingertips; endlessness More information than benefits And we spread our wings to explore For hours without knowing another’s face Is there more power in a blog Than a marching army of belief? Oh, the inspiration we stir while It’s easier to share than to be The change we want to see Is this the future? Or is it digression?
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Generation Y?
For one moment One small moment I felt like I could taste the salt of her forehead With the kiss that closed her eyes goodnight The city, door-by-door, curtain-by-curtain Shut Just as the eyelids that followed But only hers did I long to see the beauty behind them And if I were given that chance, not a shimmer of tears Would I find on this night Only fulfillment Only peace of mind My fingers envy the rays of sun that find her back to gently awaken her As they spill through her window My words wish to take on the ways of the wind and carry To her door just as it opens My heart’s only offering is to protect hers With the strength of her own bones And the body that spurs them Will hold hers endlessly When there is no more space between them No distance left for longing
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
The Distance of Longing
Shame came to me she said don't leave me for another I can't believe I lost my head If you'll make believe that this all never happened I swear I'll never ever lose my way again Oh maybe love won't be a ring on your finger just a fling that happens now and then but for the life of me I just can't remember if I took the road or if I took your hand Blame came to me she said you ruined all my plans the guilt started tumbling in words don't come close to the sorrow that I held but naturally I'll find a way to hold up my chin Oh maybe love won't be a ring on your finger just a fling that happens now and then for the life of me I just can't remember if I took the road or if I took your hand
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Just a Fling