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Let me be the wind, as you are the rain
So that I can be with and care for you anytime
Or I can reach you, kiss you, for there won't be distance
Let me be the wind that completes your symphony and rhyme

Let me be the wind that carries my words
To you, to hug you and kiss you softly
To make you feel how much I love you, over and over
Let me be the wind that echoes my love to your heart, deeply

Let me be the wind, Oh, how I wish I could be
So I can be there where you are, where the raindrops fall
Where love is the only thing that makes our world spin
Let me be the wind and hear my beseeching call
It's been a while I didn't post a piece. Thanks to Sir Pradip's poem "Carry My Love O Wind" which helped me find my muse at this time.
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this is not a poem
but my heart hurts so much
and I'm not sure what to do
It shakes. Lives are lost. Cultural history is all in rubbles.

It shakes. There's nowhere to run.

It shakes. Leaves our minds and bodies shaking in fear.

Hope this passes soon.

Pray for Nepal.
She's a constellation among the stars and yet she wonders why she's alone
Her glimmering parts make up one hell of a beautiful whole
She looks across the night expanse at the other burning orbs
They look brighter than her and closer together, part of something
What she doesn't see is herself and how the other stars burn bright with jealousy at the beautifully crafted constellation that she is
Each star craves to be part of a constellation so they burn bright for her, for the cluster who doesn't know how she shines to them
 Apr 2015 Joseph Yzrael
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 Apr 2015 Joseph Yzrael
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it sweeps across you with a loathsome eloquence,
Weaseling it's way into you,
Grasping for your hopes and dreams.
Soon you find yourself upside down
Choking on what you once were.
The feeling is inevitable.
You're desperately seeking for your effervescent personality.
Its been drained from you, seeping out into a puddle at your toes.
You're left standing there as an outline.
There is nothing inside of you anymore, just empty space.
No matter how hard you try to fill yourself in, you will never be how you were before.
Don't bother trying to retrace the lines
Wrote this with a friend
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