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I keep thinking the next thing will be it.

Maybe the next job, the next project, the next person in my life.

But I don’t know what it is I’m searching for.

All I know is something is missing.
we remember the moments of life,
the birth and the passage of time
it's like sunrise and the day
but can we forget the sunset
For it is the constant like everyday
Can we forget the death in anyway
For it is the truth for every life
can we neglect it, never consider it
Follow the goldrush, live with a lie
It's more common than we know
It's in our ancestory, every tribe and country
The rise and fall comes to all
But why does it feel not yet
till we are all but gone.
 Feb 14 Pagan Paul
Liana
I do not exist
Everyone thinks I do
But I don't

I am an idea
A *****
I am a construct
(That you people are dependent on)

I am an imaginary, non-physical, number on a screen
I am a piece of paper
A card
A circular piece of copper
That is often the determining factor
Between life and death;
Survival in this cruel world

There are ones with much of me
And lucky ones they are
They have access to services
And being treated with the common needs that should come with being here
And being alive

And there are some that are unlucky
And lack me
They live hard lives working and tiring
Even though I don't exist
Who will tell them
That this should be pointless?

I can be stolen
Inherited
Hoarded
And broken

I am manipulated like a game
No one enjoys to play me

I'm supposed to measure
What someone's labor is worth
But I don't

Factors slip by me
Such as garbage men
Almost the same as doctors
Being needed in society

I breed selfishness
And greed
There are so many families I do not feed

I make you feel trapped and worthless
I am cause for death
I should be abolished

What am I?
Money should be abolished. Mixed feelings on this, it's not very poetic--but it is something I strongly believe in. I am open to different opinions and perspectives!
 Jan 31 Pagan Paul
Georgia
Your love is quiet
Yet to me it’s so loud
You love so silently
It never makes a sound
But I can feel it in every corner of this home
And anytime you come close
Your love is soft
I’m at home wherever you are
Your love is gentle
I can see it in the way you are when I’m breaking
Your love is like a sunset
A million times I could feel and see it and still it makes me feel at peace
Your love is like the moon
Ever watching and ever guiding keeping my gravity steady
 Jan 31 Pagan Paul
Georgia
I can’t write poetry anymore
And it’s not because I don’t want too
It’s because i can’t
I used to be able to write for hours
But what once fuelled me
Doesn’t anymore
See I used to write when my heart was breaking
Or when my soul felt heavy
But I haven’t felt that way in such a long time
Because I’m finally complete
I’m finally happy
After years of looking after everyone but myself
I now look after myself above anyone
But only with one exception
My dear sweet child
If only you knew
That the second I knew I had you
All my fears would leave
All my heartbreak healed
They say motherhood is hard
I say it can’t be
Loving you is easy
Watching you grow is magic
Learning about the world with you is inspiring
But in a whole different way
I can’t imagine who I’d be without you
Beneath a sky of
silken blue and ivory stud
garnet dreams of you

Calming and gentle
the aquamarine waters
of your lovely eyes

Inside my heart you
live for all eternity
I'm forever yours

Above us the stars
shine only for you and I
silver fantasies

and all that jazz !!!
Like the hush of mobile crystals
stilling, inside a breezeless night
Like the echoes of distant stars
shimmying towards the moon

Its like tendrils of gray smoke
wafting through the temples
A silent Buddha contemplating  
beneath the Bodhi tree of life

Inner peace can only be realized
through the senses and the chi
You can only hear its splendor
when your sitting on God's knee.
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