Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
What shall I do on Sunday?
Is the question on Saturday asked
I find it is oft repeated
And to give an answer I am tasked

Could the answer be that I
Within my own selfish thought
See myself on Sunday
At home for church is naught

Or could my answer be
Next Sunday I'll make amends
Not knowing that I so mortal
May on the morrow meet my end

Could it be that I shall rest
Sleep Sunday mornings hours away
Then when told "We missed you Sunday"
What is the reason I shall say?

Why do I seek excuse?
To stay away from church
When my absence leaves me a weaker soul
And the heart of Christ it hurts

I shall change my priority
Take Jesus inviting hand
Go with him to church each Sunday
And in His presence stand

No harm can be done
Where the word of God is told
Now each Saturday I have my answer
Tomorrow to church I go

RLB
 Aug 2015 Khalisee
GaryFairy
the best poet on hello poetry
they keep to themself
they hardly communicate with others
they're writing stays on the shelf

the best poet on hello poetry
writes down what's in their head
no poetry sisters and brothers
they are the one who is never read
 Jul 2015 Khalisee
Tiki Cagilaba
I'm scared of what you might feel
If you truly looked into my eyes
And saw the little devil
That sleeps within me
So don't look
Pretend you don't see
Instead only notice the sweet angel
I pretend to be.
Face turning blue

What are you gonna do?

Breath and heart stopping
Now Look at you

Everything you live for is now gone

And everyone who loved you will see you

For the ******* that you are.
 Jul 2015 Khalisee
Peanut
Our love is a shooting star
So majestic and true
With elongated trail
Serves as memories
Some lights are kept
Others are swept
Slowly disintegrate into nothingness
But each fading light
Erased from my sight

Your blinding lust
To have you is a must
But all is short
As you come and go  

I shall wait for my star
Again and again
As the first one flew by
A new star shall take its flight


                                             By Our Love Henceforth
                                            And For What It's Worth

                 S....t....a....r....d....u....s....t............M....e....m...­.o....r....i....e....s
                        I               a       e             T       e                    o       t
                                 *C        r              ­        h                  M       s
Oh looky! here comes another star :)
 Jul 2015 Khalisee
Tommy Jackson
Silver tongued bandman jamming on a six string

Silver lunged frontman

Making their ears ding!
 Jul 2015 Khalisee
Rae Johnston
An undercurrent of sadness follows my every move and it only takes a
push
Holding back tears until I can be alone.
So that I can be lonely; it's easier to rationalise.

I forget what it feels like to be normal.

I get up every day
go to work
cook dinner
wash my clothes
clean my house
go to the gym
be there for my family
talk to my friends
hold it together
hold it
hold
until I feel it
push
pretend to be normal
push
pretend to be OK

I'm not OK.
Next page