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 Apr 2017 A Alexander
Kelly Rose
She is moonbeams
And dappled sunlight
Renewal and
New beginnings
Gracing the land
With fragrant blossoms
Buzzing bees
And dandelion flurries
As children play
In Spring’s garden
Blowing happy bubbles
And laughter floats
Touching the heart and soul
She is Mistress of Spring

Kelly Rose
© April 1, 2017
 Apr 2017 A Alexander
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 Apr 2017 A Alexander
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and even after all these years when everything changes, i will still be here for you
When I first started writing
I started writing poetry for men

Now I do it for myself
And those poor ******* are just collateral damage
what happened
I can’t remember
    the time when...
but I know how it felt
I feel it now, some of it lingers, twitching around behind my eyes
then, there is warmth...I know you ... you were with me
     I remember that part

@journeyofdays
there are times when I can't remember what happened

details I was very good at recalling are now just blanked out

I am left with the feelings from that time

I know you were with me
morning
    karma
       luck
        day
         job
         try
       wife
      heart
  evening
      effort
      work
      night
  ­       bye

none
of
which
are
good
any
more

- p. winter
 Apr 2017 A Alexander
ghost man
the way clouds swirl
like milk in grey tea
when it rains
Middle of nowhere,
she was drowning,
submerged in sea water,
near the shore,
feeling free and light,
making a wakeup call.

She never thought,
her end would be so soon,
Smiling at memory,
of her friends from childhood,
face after face,
playing like vedio of smiles.

She never knew,
how to miss someone,
someone that could,
bring her back to land,
land was something,
she really missed now.

slowly slipping of soul,
soul that was gift to her from god,
god! was something,
that never she believed on,
feeling of heat was now,
but it was too long.

She first time saw,
what her rude mom feels,
how sorry she was,
hating dutiful mom was rotten,
rotten were dream,
modeling was what she want.

standing beside past,
past was a minute ago,
minutes that she had,
had lashes waiting in hell,
hell was what she deserved,
right now everything she loved.

hard it was becoming to breathe,
breathe?,
souls don't need those,
those were moment realized,
their was ticking of clock,
then she suddenly woke.
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