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 Aug 2020 Jen
Snow Selmon
all I know
 Aug 2020 Jen
Snow Selmon
all I know is my lies
all I know is my mask
all I know is a copy
all I know is a clone
all I know is hate
all I know is a fake
all I know is what I left behind
all I know is an angel is breaking me free
all I was a nobody
all I am is a shell
think I am a Angel and person filled with potential
and what do I think well I think I'm broken beyond repair
but there still trying to patch up the cracks
and I'm scared because it's working
 Aug 2020 Jen
Yenson
The Unspoken
 Aug 2020 Jen
Yenson
If I was broken
my pieces would fight me
and demand at once, a new owner

If I do not hear the clarion
my ears will scream like banshees
and haughtily remind me only the deaf do not hear

If I do not know me
my heart and soul will rage and choke me
they will strip off their stars, braids and epaulets
and tell me to go sit with men who envy and hate in caves

If I forget my smile it will not forget me
and in God's Grace and Providence it holds me
and intones reverently

The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched
- they must be felt with the heart-
and
you without a shadow of doubt
- have the biggest heart -
that is for the knowing
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dr Peter Lim
Sleep escapes me tonight, I don't know why
      through my window at the trembling stars I gaze
      music as a sombre Schubertian sonata drifts
      from the distant mountain-- I drift into a daze--

      memory revives-- past love
      resurrects of its accord-- her face
      before me appears as in a strange dream
      how could I forget the first kiss's taste?
 Aug 2020 Jen
Andrew Guzaldo c
“My writing poetry is a way to loosen sensitivity that surrounds me, an atonement that dissipates
Over the writings that appear from my ink well to the ephemera in the moment as I state my dexterity”
“By Andrew Guzaldo © 08/25/2020
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 Aug 2020 Jen
Molly Jo Triplett
One
 Aug 2020 Jen
Molly Jo Triplett
One
A candle spark

Let's meet in the high fields
at sundown

8 billion souls

One inferno
fueled by wax above our heads

See how grand
a blaze
of change
we can devise

Before retiring to bed.
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dereaux
Cloud
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dereaux
I don't know
what it is all about
but someone is
sitting on my cloud.

I try to scare him
so he goes away
but nothing helps
he's gonna stay

Looking in magic books
for some kind of spell
to put on him and
send him straight to hell
 Aug 2020 Jen
Leeann Rose
A cool breeze , makes me feel free
A cup of coffee or tea , is soothing to me ..
A lit candle burning, puts me at ease ..
A walk around the block, the children laughing makes me smile.
A cruel world, they know nothing about ..
I'm still Living in the moments, trying to figure it all out
Some days are harder than most ..
I find strength within..
I know I'll be okay ..
Never forgetting to breathe.
One day at a time.
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