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It is not your glow dear lamp of the night,
but your tidal draw upon my mind that keeps me from my rest.
You have made of me a lunatic.
Driven me into the night to howl with the dogs.
The hair upon my neck bristles, sweat drips from my brow.
My breath quickens along with the beat of my heart.
How can you in such beauty deliver so much trouble?
.
Smile at the world,
See what doesn't happen,
The moon is so sharp
And indifferent in the sky,
The lovers sink as they try
Never knowing each fall
Of smile as they eye.

Smile in the overgrowths,
The wastelands of the mind,
Touch the ghosts at meetings,
They will shock you raw,
White as the moon rages
And the sun, cold burning
Each day as it brands you.

Let go, let your face rest,
There are no smiles real
As you dream them to be,
Let your life be limp as death,
See the waters as they climb,
Up from the muddy tomb,
So few can feel rising.
Where in the heck are my glasses?
I've seemed to look everywhere.
Everywhere that is, but in front of my eyes.

Where in the heck is my cell phone?
I've seemed to look everywhere.
Everywhere, maybe, except my own pocket.

Where in the heck is my nice, new pen?
I've seemed to look everywhere.
Everywhere, yes, but not by my ear.

Where in the serious heck is my hat?
I've seemed to look everywhere.
Everywhere, sure, though still not on my hair.

Where in the heck? Please, seriously,
Someone tell me what is going on.
I can't stand losing all my stuff,
And right now it all seems to be gone.

Where in the heck did everything go?
I can only find my wife.
And she says if I can't find my things,
She thinks I've lost my life.
 Aug 2016 Pauline Morris
Stephan


Her eyes are the sunrise
that beckons my day
Welcoming butterflies
back out to play

Autumn leaves floating
on breezes divine
Chocolate pie whispers,
the sweetest design

Nightshade ambrosia
in moonbeam delight
Stardust the heavens
have sprinkled tonight

Oceans of wishes,
desire and love
Angelic moments
sent down from above

Her eyes are each evening
the sun has gone down
Mysteries tinted
a soft shade of brown

Midnight seduction
of sensual tone
Three AM kisses
when I am alone

Dark velvet lullabies
softly to stare
Sending me dreams
that my heart longs to share

Beauty a float on
these warm summer skies
That's what I see
when I look in her eyes
 Aug 2016 Pauline Morris
Thomas
We hear Donald Trump might become president,
And we thought we had it bad when we voted for Justin Trudeau.

When the U.S. Bought Alaska we were happy we didn't have to be the biggest country in the world.

If Donald Trump wins we have tons of room, and ****.

You guys legalized gay marriage, you  guys are great at simon says.

We are surprised still no one has tried to throw a nuclear missile yet at you, since you do stick yours up everybody else's ***.

If Donald Trump wins he should visit Canada and find out what multiculturalism is, if that's not to big of a word for his mind.

O and let's not forget multi religious, free health care, (and not just for the middle class)
Big *** guns that can **** people are illegal, and our gun regulations actually work.
We actually invest in things other than our military.
That have their ***** in other people's country that the U.S. Just "legally" gets and begins to dictate stuff. They "own" 3/4 of the earth.
So that's why the United States Of America is $34 trillion in glorious debt.
This is fun.
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU
 Aug 2016 Pauline Morris
Stephan
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****-a-doodle-do crowed the rooster this morning
While I lay all snug in my bed
A screeching like sound just as loud as a freight train
Was pounding away in my head

I pulled up the covers and hid neath a pillow
But still came that noise that I heard
I jumped up from bed and opened the window
And shouted, “Shut up, stupid bird”

But it didn’t listen, it just kept on crowing
My anger did steady increase
I stood in my room, the whole time just thinking
Of ways to make this rooster cease

I hopped in the shower, but I still could hear it
And while I was brushing my teeth
I had an idea that would stop the crowing
Bringing some morning relief

Later that night as we sat at the table
My children looked at me and cried
“Daddy, we can’t seem to find Mr. Rooster,
we looked everywhere, oh we tried”

I felt really bad but my sleep is important
“We’ll look for him after we eat
Now let’s have our dinner, it’s something delicious,
fried chicken just can’t be beat”


Good morning Hello Poetry
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