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I visit the dead at
the grocery store,
library,
on the phone
and
in my e-mails.
I watch them  
on TV,
at the beach,
in my dreams
and in the eyes
of crows.

They wear
colorful clothes, and
always want to
sell me on their
way of life.
No thanks, I’m  
calling the whole  
thing off.
I’m going fishing.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI

My book is Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
Sky
I want to walk
With this sky
It talks to me
Enveloping my heart
Giving me hope
By the time I'm free
It will be gone
And altogether
Different
With it's darkness
Not speaking
In the quiet
Stars
In this space, there is a tranquil peace,
Between land and sky where the sunset creeps,
I wander through the fading light
When the day surrenders unto the night.

The darkness dances with starlight beams,
Like waltzing fragments of my dreams,
While the constellations slowly turn,
And the faraway sun continues to burn.

Here in this realm of in-between,
Where nothing is the way it seems.
This reoccurring beauty often dwells
Under the earth's rotational spell.

For in this space of endless flight,
Where sunlight duels with the starry night,
When sunrise greets day with warming bliss
As the dark and light share one long kiss.

©️Lizzie Bevis
These waters shimmer with memory;
watch as they glisten, flowing on the cusp of this age and the next.

Earthy, brown, deep pools;
lacustrine, surging on the cusp of pearly shores,
enriching me as I look in

and see the tide's truest nature looking back at me.
Ancient and clandestine, too,
the place where youth and wisdom dwell
my sister's eyes
Deliver me from evil
cut these ropes that bind my skin
circumcise my ego
let the hunger games begin

shoot me with an arrow
square between the eyes
delight in the derogation
of those that you despise

I'm running from a dragon
flames licking at my heels
I'll not join the bandwagon
that gets joy from others' ills

I'm closing in on the finishing line
I hear the freedom song
you believed I was too weak to escape
now you see that I am strong

One of the best feelings ever
Is when I finally
Get to be alone
And feel the relief of removing the mask
Of a normal, calm person

I can let out the breath
I didn't even know I was holding
And I can finally be
The weird specimen
That is me
After days of non-stop socializing, it feels amazing
He
He entered a filthy room,
placed a black *** on the fire,
satisfied his hunger,
lit a cigarette,
took off his rubber boots,
lay down on a mattress spread on planks,
turned on the radio,
opened a newspaper,
and felt helpless,
Tears welled up.
The Nice Cobra Prayer

God,
Please do not let me hurt anyone today.
And please let me help others,
IF I AM SUPPOSED TO!


That last line, is extremely subjective.
So that means, I get to choose,
If I, or some other entity…
Wants.
The end of the day
Slowly yet ****** approaching
And I have done nothing

Regret and guilt eat me alive
Grief for the time I have lost
Wasting

Things were there
Waiting to be done
Calling my name out in vain
Taunting me
And I ignored them

Remorse

For today
I feel as though
I have accomplished
Nothing
I'm sorry
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