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 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
Àŧùl
I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?
A namesake personification of the forest,
I give vent to my personal feelings herein.

My HP Poem #772
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
Sam Ciel
A silver tongue shines brighter, cuts deeper, than any blade.
The funny thing about silver is that people want it.
©Sam Ciel
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Who lives in my room?
Why is?
I do not know
But I guess
Someone is there

I Try
But don't get caught
Have tried hundreds
Are not on the brink of thy mind

And what do I say about thy
Couldn't understand the pain
Of thy mind
Yet listen to thy voice,
Not to play with the world

I Live
Across the world
Played over fair vanity
Can I reach to thy door?
Peeping through the window down --
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Who lives in my room?
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Happy Valentine's Day for Everybody
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 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
Bra-Tee
I'm so bad the Devil warned me that if ever he sees me in Hell again, he'll call the police on me.
They think I write while I'm starring outside a window of a plane...   Nah, I'm actually starring from outside the window of a house.
I'd leave if I ever met someone worth leaving for,
I'd leave this hole if I didn't have to hide what was on my mind all the time
I'd leave if someone made me believe I'm worth the effort
I'd leave if I could stop expecting pain if I develop feelings
Translation, I'll leave this hole for something with some meaning

I'll leave here if I can meet someone that can quiet
all the nervous doubts twitches and tics that go on in my brain
if someone would accept me and leave my heart intact
I'd walk out of this hole with no question, no looking back

but since this hasn't happened and I doubt it ever will
I'm not leaving my hole so I won't have another void to fill
 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
torrey
Art
 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
torrey
Art
Is this what it's like to be a poet?
To taste every goodbye, to feel every moment?
To feel every detail, to see every flaw?
To kiss every star as the night starts to fall
To fall in love with the way the sunsets
To dream of the birds from dusk to dawn

Is this what it's like to be a painter?
To find it captivating the way the earth moves
Mesmerized by your very own torment
Never caring if anyone else approves
Ingenious, stamped across your forehead

Is this what it's like to be an artist?
To find beauty in the pain that transcends
From the demonized garden growing within?
To find something alluring in the way
*People walk away
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Southern winds have gone away
The music player has hanged
When playing the last romantic song

The Chill North wind is Sigh of yours
Has grown the pale Afternoon
How stupid the fade trees Standing!

Distant garden flower's Petals
Wither,
Helpless,
Careless

Midnight dew
Create the illusion of Sound
Nearby Lamppost,
Standing in the dim light fog
Alone,
Retreat
As the Calling Owl of the Night

Smokes of Cigarette lost in the Shadow
Putting the day,
Slowly vanish before
As the Mist
 
Along the road that you have left
Looked at me Surprisingly
Opening the door,
Just want to scream for unknown reasons
Once Again
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
As the Calling Owl of the Night
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 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
Joe Cole
Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night

I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side

I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years

To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs

Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me
 Feb 2015 Brandy Nicole
Katie Ann
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to **** me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
Richard Siken
One of my favourites
Oversaturated
The colors you provide are somehow tainted
I can't take it
Huffing paint makes me feel amazing
Green makes me feel jaded
Even though im homeless i pray i dont make it just to pledge allegiance to satan
Red makes me blue
Seeing her go
Disappear into hues
It had to be her
But i'd rather it you
I gather myself into a corner and blame myself
New
Allegations of chasing tail just to get head
Moments spent worthless as pennies when i'd rather be dead
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