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 Mar 2020 DKN
Tatiana
I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.
©Tatiana
What can I say, I like to share stories.
 Mar 2020 DKN
Raygan Emma Jane
Lately I have felt the tides turning
This isn’t love but what it feels like to fall out of it
I opened my eyes underwater and for the first time in years I could see
There is an ocean of other people
And a man thirty minutes north of Miami
2391.1 km from me
Who feels the tides turning too
 Mar 2020 DKN
Khoisan
The unseen God
 Mar 2020 DKN
Khoisan
Giving up smoking
seemed very hard
saving me from this fallacy
was faith in the unseen God
I prayed seeking his face
he found me on my knees
begging for grace
He arrived on time
freed my mind
the unseen God
humbly healing the blind
Did you know Jesus is seated at the right hand of God in the heavens
preparing a place for us
Did you know the Holy Spirit of God dwell amongst us and is Omnipresent
he was left behind as the HELPER and reacts quickly in response to prayers of a contrite spirit.
 Mar 2020 DKN
Harshitha Girish
I've never realised,
that I can laugh as hard
with my family,
just like I do with my friends.
 Mar 2020 DKN
Danielle
To The End
 Mar 2020 DKN
Danielle
Games played at train stations
As we all just slide by
Our weathered eyes
Begin to crack.
We’ve dried up.
Become husks
As we drown in lassitude
“To the End!” we cried!
This is just one of those weird poems where I build it around a single word. But I think it also captures the feeling of just giving up and not noticing things anymore.
 Mar 2020 DKN
Druzzayne Rika
Get me to be
a soul liberated
from every
attachment
it could be.

I want to want
nothing from anywhere
not want to get
tempted
by things unnecessary
get myself bound to
what will be my
downfall

The soul needs nothing
it is to be free
but my own flaws
have made it
not so
that it could go
as it pleases

What is that one really needs
with no one else be depleted
all the seed, sign of lives
but with greed
everything dies

Devoid of true knowledge
what is I seek
I see myself so very weak
my vision so blinded
my eyes itself closes
that I cannot see

the lies will bite
the anger will burn
my own journey
with karma
it will come back on me
I wait
as I expect them
coming to me

My sins who will wash for me?

my thoughts
why they never sided me
they followed the down path
got me to fuss on things
over all the nothings
never mattered to me

the body detoriates
every day, every second passes

My mind forget
what it remembers
I speak no tales, but riddles
what sense
I try to formulate

This time who will be
the one to get it to decode
the mysteries
the real truths
which could liberate
but to think deeper
what really is
the answer lies very deep within
much closer than
who you are actually really.
 Mar 2020 DKN
Salmabanu Hatim
Mum taught her how to bake her own birthday cake.
She decorated it the way she wanted and she was happy.
27/3/2020
 Mar 2020 DKN
hunter
3am.
 Mar 2020 DKN
hunter
there's a moment, late at night, when the
world has gone to sleep that i sit and think
to myself; what is life like away from here?
where, in this big wide galaxy could i find
happiness? because it's not here, where i am
now. where do i find it? where do i even
start looking?
 Mar 2020 DKN
Navita
Is It the End
 Mar 2020 DKN
Navita
Eerie silence
Desolate streets
Hounding distances
All seem to creep.

Magnified by solitude
Ineptness of humans marred
Lives forever scarred
Joie de vivre seemingly barred.

No fires
No screams
No gun battle
Or damaged seams
Just the unseen enemy silently gleams.

Is this the end?
Alone with no one to mourn
With fear and anger
Raging inside
But a look of uneasy calm on the
OUTSIDE.
My reflections!
 Mar 2020 DKN
Chris Saitta
When I die, I will miss
A woman’s long hair in the wind,
Not a timeless thing, but a thing
Without concern for time,
The way Rome always reminds
Of Greece, and Greece reminds
Of salt air and vines.
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