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 May 2014 Grace Pickard
Denisse
I'll ride in a unicorn if I had a chance
Go visit the hidden garden and take a glance
I'll go drop and make a dance in the moon
Through the magic carpet and massive balloon.

I'll watch the star from falling
Tie a hanky and keep myself wishing
I'll fly with the help of the birds
Make a big conversation with the clouds.

I'll submerge in the sea to play with Ariel
Dance under water and collect shell
I'll travel to visit Alice in the Wonderland
Not minding the dirt in the sand.

I'll ride on the plane and go to Paris
Tour myself in the city of poetry
I'll go to Eiffel Tower to have my dream come true
I don't care if I will go alone, atleast I have my happiness upto my bone.

Paris will be an amazing trip, but it isn't enough
I want to go visit the Queen
In the place where my favorite boyband has been
The place called London, the land I wish I was on.

It's always an amazing thing to imagine
And there is no other place for this, only in this piece.
When you write poem, you can go where you want, you can do whatever you want, you can act without limits. That's an awesome thing in a poem. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.
her soft petals unfurled and curled open
the nectar drops released themselves clinging to her edges
till the last pull of gravity won its persistent gentle cajoling
the warm scent filled the air surrounding her
exotically hypnotic drawn like a moth
it was at this moment his lips brushed her tendrils
and drawn in, he drank deeply till drunk with ****** love.
 May 2014 Grace Pickard
Curtis
To be poetic
Is to be far
From pathetic
All of you are awesome
#5
It’s hard to pack up
old bags and make a new home
in somebody else.
Is the soul so empty that we need that of another to fill what we lack?
  Or do we simply have so much to offer that we feel the need to share that with someone who has not?
  It is a mysterious thing, our soul.
  Like the depths of the unknown ocean.
  Hiding things that have been forever here, that we search for but may never find.
  We spend our present time on a journey looking for what we think may complete us.
  Searching for a puzzle piece with an unknown shape, unknown colors and unknown location.
  But we know it is somewhere,
  So we continue on.
  Trying to find a puzzle piece, yet we are not sure.
  Not sure if it a piece that we are looking for, or an opening for our piece to complete.
  But we continue and will forever,
  Because we know there is something that will fulfill our unfinished journey.
  We just don't know what it is until we find it, or it finds us.
Not done
"Find something to **** and let it love you." - Barles Chukowski
Inspired by "Find what you love and let it **** you" - Charles Bukowski
Drawn in like a brainwashed sailor
To the serenade of the sirens song
Your beauty blinds me of my failure
Eyes that remind me of home

Entrancing sapphire like the crystal flow
Of the river down through the forest
Peering deep into my soul, blindly I follow
Lushes ruby lips I loved to caress

But for everything so visually perfect
Your soul was deprived
A personality so deeply wrecked
I'm surprised I barely survived

Your soul reminds me of a holiday
The kiss of bitter cold gales
Freezing deep in the snow I lay
Chilled bone deep feeling frail

The mistake I made was accepting
That everyone could change
Giving you a chance again
Never was I more deranged

You are a dark and twisted seductress
Stabbed in the back once too many
No longer shall I try to impress
For you I now forever banish
Part of me
is forever
going to want you.

Your smile,
Your touch,
Your smell,
will forever
stay with me.

Part of me
knows that
forever
is a long time.

But when
I start to
think of you,
It doesn't
seem long
enough.

h.d.
 May 2014 Grace Pickard
grace
easy.
 May 2014 Grace Pickard
grace
i really liked the way it felt
earlier tonight
when your shoulder was
touching mine.

i liked the way you sat
down next to me
when there were a hundred
other seats your body could be.

i hated the way i
didn't say anything
when i really wanted
to say everything.

i hate the way i'm sitting here
in a hotel room, in a group of people,
but not with the person
i want to be with.
you.

and i hate the way that
everything ends
and how i miss every chance
i ever get and how
i can count the days i'll see you
on one hand and i can't even take it.

can you make it easy?
i want you to make it easy.
i want you, believe me.
i want you to love me.

i can't believe i haven't told you
i can't believe it hasn't happened
i wonder if you feel this way too
i wonder if you know that i feel
this way about you.

i really liked the way it felt
when you were near me.
it was the best feeling in a while,
actually, honestly.

i have a reoccurring dream about you
where we are happy.
are you happy without me?
would you be happier with me?
can you make it easy?
i want you to make it easy.
i want you, believe me.
i want you to love me.
i'm really confused and really tired and i didn't proof read so this might not make any sense but i needed to write this to figure some things out
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