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 Dec 2014 A
Anand
Lost & Found
 Dec 2014 A
Anand
I tried always
looking for her
searching for her
for only a trace
of her presence
in my life.

The evanescence
of her existence
always fading,
vanishing
from my life.

Although
my paths
always
crossed hers
but I lost her,
she eluded my sight
blinding darkness, no light
like the words
that elude
my quill
when I brood
in a pensive mood
I'm unable to write.

And when in loneliness
deprived of thoughts
I lay mindless
to sleep alone
and slowly flown
into the visions,
hallucinations,
of my mind.

I try not to try trying
to look for her
but she
suddenly
appears in full light
with all of her might
like a hyper realistic sketch
embroidered, engrained and etched
on the curtains of my mind.

her image comes alive
from a memory
her face of ivory
her lips of soft cotton
that I had forgotten
long ago
and now
she keeps coming
back to me
in the swirling carousel of dreams
and plays a motion picture
as I try not to think.

As I try not to think
words keep coming
back to me
and this verse flows freely.
 Dec 2014 A
Ashley Nicole
Static
 Dec 2014 A
Ashley Nicole
My thoughts sound a lot
Like a radio stuck at a frequency
Between two stations.
Incoherent voices
Talking over each other.
Too many thoughts at once,
When all I want is silence.
Too bad I can't switch it off
 Dec 2014 A
Mr X
Untitled
 Dec 2014 A
Mr X
Feeling so alone in this crowd....
 Dec 2014 A
Christopher Lowe
I asked the birds
    What's it like to fly
They abruptly replied
    *What's it like to drive
Yep that's what I'm writing for my 100th poem. I like it.
 Dec 2014 A
Graff1980
The Reflection
 Dec 2014 A
Graff1980
I lead with my left,
And follow with the rest
Of my body.

React with the exact flow
Of my subconscious,
And come back later for the editing.

Life is not a boxing match,
But it feels like I’ve been
Fighting this and that.

Fist in hat and swiped it back
No magic tricks
To help me with it.

Just one thing to the next,
And I no longer reflect
What I expect.

I am just a wishing well
Of show and tell,
Pennies in, but only smoke come out again.
 Dec 2014 A
Suzy Hazelwood
Poetry
is my counsellor
prose
my revelation
the unravelling
of who I am
 Dec 2014 A
oni
12/10/14
 Dec 2014 A
oni
and i realized today
how much effort it takes
to love me

because when i do not
love myself
you have to love me
enough for two people
Shipwrecked* heart
Sea of *betrayals

Misconceived idioms,
Blindly enslaved.
Was it really worth it anyway?
Fighting with hope;  a lost battle.
Fallible carcasses on a wooden platter.

Poisonous Ivy in my veins;
silent heartbeat bursting into flames.
Time is a thief,
buried beneath the sea.
Was it really worth the wait?
Fighting for love; a lost cause.
Permeable holes in an empty cup.
Troubling nature, impatient thoughts.

Infected,
Standing aloof.
Leveled indifference,
taciturn blind goof.
Lost chance; misleading poker glance.
Arms twisted, magnificent ache.
Ashes corroding the mechanical brain.

Bloodbath,
besieged wound.
Abrasive torture,
revealing the truth.
Cursed fortune; insensitive to pain.
Piercing a bullet through the soul,
expressed disdain.

Adamant rapture
with no return.
Imprisoned belief
with no more fire to burn.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente
An attempt at spoken poetry.
Thus, shifting to a more metaphorical/vague write than the usual rythmic verse.
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