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Suffering in silence
I always think,
Why my poems seem so painful?
It doesn't mean i am bad, but
My heart filled with tears.
I like to scribble smiley verses but,
I can't blend such expressions.
Now i am trying to make the throng cheer,
By scratching anew rhymes about,
Love and blue fish.
Think positively.. And change our life
 Dec 2015 Gareth
RAJ NANDY
This month of December is of special significance, since it
brings the present year to a close, and ushers in the coming New
Year, which the spirit of Christmas enfolds! This poem is dedicated
to Catherine Jarvis of Arizona, and all my Poet Friends of this Site.
May the coming New Year 2016 bring peace and prosperity, leaving
old tensions behind! -Raj, New Delhi.
  

           JOHN THE BAPTIST
               By Raj Nandy

Out of the wilderness there came a man,
With staring eyes and unkempt hair ;
A leather belt around his waist ,
And clothes made of camel's hair.
He never begged for any money,
Lived in the desert on locust and wild honey !
His voice in the wilderness spoke of the Lord ,
And preached the arrival of the Son of God !

"Repent ye sinners," John had cried, "wash
away all your sins ",
In the flowing waters of River Jordan ,
He summoned all to be baptized by him!
Then out of Galilee there came a Man ,
With gentle looks, both meek and tall;
And looked at him and softly said, -
"Baptize me John"!
John at once realized, it was the Messiah
standing before his sight!
So he asked the Lord to baptize him instead,
But the request of the Lord must be obeyed !
As John baptized Jesus there descended from
the Heavens above, -
The Holy Spirit in the shape of a Dove ,
And alighted on the Lord's head !
Then a voice was heard from the Heavens, -
"This is my beloved son in whom I am well
pleased'', - the voice echoed and said!

Now friends whenever we seek His blessings,
and in His name drink our toast,
Remember that we are thrice blessed always,
By the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost !
                                                 -Raj Nandy
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Cecil Miller
Vigil
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Cecil Miller
Yonder burns the vigil,  that beacon that guides me ever closer to the hearth where I once lain the burden of my  innocence with another on that faux bare skin rug. If only I could reclaim it, but only to surrender it again.
I was bantering some poetric quips with a buddy last night. I really dig when that happens. Poetry is its own beautiful language.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
BB Nothing
i never wanted to hurt you
in a lot of ways i did
a string of connections
and not even that
that shouldn't have been
i don't want to cry over you
because it wasn't you
and i wasn't me
at least who i wanted to be
despite my past thoughts

i'm sorry for many things
but an apology doesn't change what happened
words typed or written
worth may be desired
but reality is the true expression

so i depart from you,
a few words left behind
others in my head,
to live that good life
become the person i want to be
learn from my mistakes
and salvage some appreciation
from what you saw in me
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Scarlet Niamh
I am cradled in inescapable
darkness, kept alive by my perpetual
insanity. These clouded eyes and
purple skies hide the secrets of a lifetime;
hiding away in the shadows from my
own truths in order to free myself from
the lies I once told, the mistakes I once made,
yet there is no escape.
~~ Truth be told, I am a liar. ~~
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Emma Hill
I no longer feel love is a necessity and even if it were it remains elusive. Many lovers passed. They came they went and all I truly miss is playing good or bad girl long enough to get off. Get undressed, get on your knees, get wet for me, get ******. !Get ******! Lust leaves a softly pulsating crimson sheen behind my eyelids. Lust feels like when you have a blindfold on and you strain to peek through, to violate. Lust is Loves' true enemy. Lust takes without apology/lust punishes/lust is the arms I am taken in. I've never been the best at "please" but in Lust's wake I pout prettily saying "yes please, and thank you".
I hadn't written in weeks so I am still getting the cobwebs from my brain. I don't feel too much anymore. I'm trying to cope with Nothing.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Havran
Farewell
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Havran
You didn’t tell me about farewell.
I had no idea
how much I could miss you
until missing you
was the only thing
I could do.
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