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 Dec 2017 Graham
Jade Lima
Corrupt
 Dec 2017 Graham
Jade Lima
You came into my life and I never gave it a second thought.
Little did I know you were everything I sought.
Unraveling the void that was swallowing my heart.
I never wanted to tear us apart.
But now it seems like fate brought us a second chance.
I almost forgot how it felt when you made my heart dance.
But something dark continues to corrupt my being.
It’s not something I can imagine anyone else seeing.
So as we continue to walk together down this staggering road,
I’ll just hope my heart doesn’t turn back into stone.
 Dec 2017 Graham
anon
titled
 Dec 2017 Graham
anon
this poem
has a title
so that all who read it
know
that this poem has a meaning

because without something to reference
a name
or a title
things are left behind

just like me
in all the years
i tried to remain
untitled

rather

anonymous

untitled people
like me
are given no
second glances
no
first chances
no
social advances

nothing

left behind
like a poem
without
a name
 Dec 2017 Graham
T
Control
 Dec 2017 Graham
T
Just a week ago I felt like the walls were closing in on me
Deep inside I knew that your love would set me free
The demons that engulfed me are beaten
The fight within my soul
I knew it was time to take control
Baby maybe you don't know
I used my strength and your love
So I could grow
As I try to return to your life
I would never add to your strife
I am a new man not that I have changed
But the strength within my head has made me a better man
In just a little time
I have beaten alot of things without committing a crime
I love you so much and never gave up hope
I tried to do it faster but at first I couldn't cope
I want to make this the best year ever
I know we can do this as long as we are together
#your smile enlightened me
 Dec 2017 Graham
Valsa George
When letters wait
to pounce on a blank page
when thoughts crowd the mind
like frothing **** in a pond
I keep wondering
what poetry is to me
what poetry is to many

Is it not the language of the heart
with no intervention of gray matter
the unlocking of closed vaults
stirring the embers of love, hurt or pain
or giving a free rein to fancy
and flying on magic carpets
to lands forlorn

Sometimes it is
a glide into a sea of tranquillity
an escape from
the humdrum of the world
a flash of liberation
from assaults of pain
a sedative
to numb the turmoil
a sanctuary
for a burdened heart
a window
to look at the world through
a companion
when one is inconsolably alone
a candle flame
in a darkening world
a cloth line
to hang the ***** laundry
a water lily blooming
in the pool of tears
a shelter
in homelessness

sometimes it is a ladder
to climb up to Heavens
an angel on wings
with tidings of hope
peace in a world
braced for war

Poetry, if you are all these
let us fall at your feet
bless us in our art
may we splurge in fancy
and conjure up worlds from words!

our poems may not be light houses
but could be fireflies
on a starless night!
Thanks friends for the loving encouragement you have given! I must thank two of my friends in particular.... Kim Johanna Baker for giving an extra shine to my poem and Sarita Adhitya Varma for helping me post this poem when my repeated attempt at posting failed! She patiently directed me.
 Dec 2017 Graham
Alexandra Meelan
I want to be left alone
                                                           ­     I don't want to feel alone
I want someone to hug me.
                                                             ­   I hate being touched.
I want to tell someone.
                                                        ­        People scare me.
I want to speak.
                                                          ­      I can't open up.
I want comfort.
                                                        ­        I push people away.
"I'll be fine."
                                                          ­      "No you won't."
"But I will."
                                                          ­      "What if something happens?"
"No, it'll be okay."
                                                          ­      "But now you're doubting yourself."
"NO."
                                                ­                "Oh come on. I'm a friend."
"You cause so many problems for us."
                                                            ­    "There's nothing you can do now."
"Don't do this."
                                                          ­      "It's too late, I've won."
 Dec 2017 Graham
Jen
Traffic Lights
 Dec 2017 Graham
Jen
Anxiety slips into even the smallest cracks of our lives.

They tell you to be positive.
And you think that you are.

Until one day you're driving
and you realize your whole life
you've been slowing down at green lights
simply because
they're bound to turn yellow
soon enough.
 Dec 2017 Graham
nadine
maybe not
 Dec 2017 Graham
nadine
maybe it is just too scary to open up,
the judging looks invalidate what you feel
the fear completely destroys you and engulfs
all the courage and strength that's left
inside the wounded body of a pretend soldier

or maybe not.

maybe we really got each other's back,
softly patting of heads, and caressing of the hair
sweet kisses blown in the air
things that happen when we're together
parting ways, we become strangers

or maybe not.

maybe it is just all in my mind,
that we're on the other side of bad
not the worst
we're good together but not the best
we fit each other's missing piece
but hurt each other so we could fit
in the world we think we should be, at ease

or maybe not.

maybe the truth really creates a fool,
with eyes, it's still blind
could see but refuses to accept

maybe i'm a fool,
who believes i'm not.
this has been
nadine
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