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 Dec 2015 Gareth
Bec
Religion
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Bec
You make me want to confess
my deepest fears,
my darkest secrets.
Trade in my life as a sinner
and become faithful to
you and you alone.
Please, lay your hands
upon me, soothe my demons
and calm my heart.
I am only just
beginning to live.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Steph Dionisio
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ******* spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Inspired by the book of Hosea in the Bible.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Sean Hunt
I Am A Rainbow
I come and I go.
Where from where to?
Few know
You think you see me up in the sky
Touching the ground, from on high
In days of old, tales were told
They say at my feet,
Lay pots of gold
If you search, you'll not find any thing
The gold is illusory, just like me
Fondness for foibles, fiction and fable
You've been hoodwinked, I'm unstable
I look down below and what do I see?
People coming and going just like me
They think they're different; they don't know?
We are the same, we're all rainbows
We wear our art, iridescent garb
Like sound in a seashell
We're all special
Hello and goodbye my colorful friend
We will meet again, in the end.

Sean Hunt  
Windermere  May 2015
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Mike Hauser
december chill
is the sound
all this past year
has allowed

the ups and downs
the ins and outs
the tears of loss
the wayward found
the picking up
the setting down

december chill
brings to and end
all this past year
has thrown in
 Dec 2015 Gareth
brandon nagley
i.

She's the finest
Filipino rose;
As tis as tis,
I loveth to watch her petals shine.

ii.

She's the kindest,
Gentlest soul;
As tis she is
Divine;

iii.

She's the sweetest
Nectar of honey;
O' I'm blessed
With a inamorata of plenty.

iv.

She's mine heaven
Mine earth, and the moon;
She's the life, verily mine wife,
Who awokest me from mine tomb.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane sardua Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Sk Abdul Aziz
Mainay kal apnay aapko dekha tha apni ammi ankhon may
Yeh aina mujhay boorha nahi batata
(The above language is a mixture of Urdu and Hindi.)

English Translation

I saw myself in my mother's eyes yesterday
And those mirrors don't say that i'm old
For a mother,her child will always be like a child...no matter how old they get.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
k
Remember me with a smile on your face. Forget the bad parts- hurting me, uncertainty and almost losing our minds from not knowing where we were going. Forget my tears and the day you didn't eat because I ended things. Forget the fights and the bad jokes about leaving that weren't funny at all. Rather remember me by the good parts. Dancing together and kissing me at midnight in that little town street. Remember the smell of vanilla, oranges and jasmine on my neck. Remember laughing like old friends and the taste of strawberry fizzers as you waved goodbye on our first date. Remember the lace texture of my bra and the feeling of my fingers caressing your scar under your left eye. Remember how I looked at you - singing and playing on my piano. How I couldn't stop smiling whenever I saw you. And remember the park at night. City lights and the taste of cigarettes. Remember how whenever you said goodbye, I looked at you with big, disappointed eyes. Remember my voice at 2am over the phone and how you said you didn't know what to do because you liked me too much. Remember our bodies entwined and my breath on your neck. Skin on skin, under blankets and in over our heads. Hands and lips and teeth and it was just as emotional as it was physical. I adored you with every part of me- body, mind, heart and soul. Please know I had so much love for you. Feel it, hear it, taste it, smell it and look back and ask yourself, why you could never see it.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Alvira Perdita
I'm not angry,
not even annoyed,
I'm simply hurt.

Do I mean so little
that you enjoy
playing games with
my heart?

It hurts that sometimes
you care, and other
times you couldn't
give less of a ****.

Sometimes I'm your
sunshine,
and sometimes I'm
the rain on your
parade.

In the end, I know
that it's my fault,
I'm the one giving
you the power to
break me.
Sometimes I'm a good truther though.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Alvira Perdita
with a deep breath i lay down
in defeat, accepting my fate
these days it seems that nobody
really gives a **** about me
i've become something of an
afterthought, forgotten until it's
convenient for someone to talk
to me

it hurts a little in the way of rejection
although i know i shouldn't let it get
to me

it hurts
true friendship, huh?
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