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I don't know how to ride a bicycle
So you grabbed the bike and showed me how
But I didn't quite understand how you did it

So you let me ride it while holding the backside
I pedalled slowly at first, then gradually faster
Until the breeze hits my face and I've got smile on my lips

At last, I thought, I learned how to ride it
Then I looked behind and saw the view
You're not holding it anymore, you're faraway from me

I'm far from you, and you waved goodbye
So, I turned towards north and pedalled some more
At last, I thought, I learned how to ride the bicycle.

I didn't know how to ride a bicycle
But you taught me how, so I turned towards north, and pedalled some more.
for some people only comes to your life to teach you something and help you balance life. but you gotta leave them behind and let go with a thankful heart.
PS I actually don't know how to ride a bicycle. Haha
The Atlanta Falcons have beaten the New Orleans Saints
Therefore , life is good , colors of the world are tinted
with abundant sunshine , the coming Dawn shall be impeccable ,
civility and courtesy bestowed to all , my gait becometh steadfast and true
Praise unto our " ***** Birds" , let us partake in copious celebration* ...
Copyright September 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
wordvango
some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
PaperclipPoems
I just want to say thank you to everyone who has reached out and congratulated me on my poem and the ones who have written such heartfelt comments. I truly do appreciate each single one of you. Keep writing friends! :)
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Arcassin B
Glad
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

I lack empathy in the roses,
Keep the lilies jealous,
Would be like this if you would just stop
Being portentous,
looking at me like would you rather take me
Up on that offer,
I would not feel lucky to have an apprentice,
Or marry your daughter,
Your begging for your soul but your soul left,
Praying to the lord with your last breath,
I'm glad to say I'll leave this building unannounced
And full of sin with a capers end and see all of my truths
Start to Begin bringing attention to myself but I'm sorrowly slept on,
Nobody cares about my words where poetry landed On,
When it came to dawn and these perfect places all my enemies shouldn't
Be,
Forgive and never forget , you places in my memories, should have
Murdered me,
I'm glad you think it's funny,
Glad that I'm a poet,
Glad I met the people I met,
It showed me to never be thirsty,
Glad I'm more of a human than you,
Glad I seek peace and love and virtue,
Glad that I could see the era of my ways.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/glad.html
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Tehreem
The glimpse of shadow in light of dark
He burned her heart of paperwork
Spilled gasoline of demise to soak her
She swallowed the fire of his pride
Erased from surface of existence
He catapulted her to demonic inferno
A monster cloaked in red and smoke
Worshipped the goddess of golden hate
Beauty comes a dime a dozen**
Sliding through the cracks
Sticky change if you ask me
But I don't check the facts
I'm a penny-pinching prophet
All premonitions made out to cash
My fingers dig between the floorboards
But there are *some things I can't grasp
~

I'm standing here

       In this doorway

   Halfway between where I have been
And where I will go

     *And I can't help but cry tears of joy.
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Just Melz
Ice* cold
Like my soul

     Growing older than old
  Melting away
         As the days get hotter
Why bother with the same things
      When everything changes
          And I can't escape the heat
   Of my heart as it finally feels
                   *Defeat
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