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A large Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.

Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.

Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.

Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous

Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.

A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!

Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!

Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.

For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor  

But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Gemma
Sleep.
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Gemma
I yearn for sleep.
If my eyes are closed I cannot cry.
My mind can not continously ask why.
I yearn for sleep.
The kind that envelopes you,
The kind that is deep.
At least within my slumber, my heart may find some peace.
I fear my dreams, good or bad, because I still wake up with out you.
I still wake up sad.
There is no real rest inside my head, even when I'm safe inside my bed.
Yet I still yearn for sleep,
the kind that envelopes you,
The kind that is deep.
I'm tired. I miss you.
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Andy
Oz-the land of hope
My family are there
Fires around them
Danger for them, I cannot bear!
Every day I wait for word they're still okay
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Andy
Everyone needs hope
Everyone needs prayed for
There's no denying
The power of hope!
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Empire
Desires
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Empire
I don’t want this
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to be sober
I don’t want to be clean
I don’t want to be responsible
I don’t want to take care of myself

I want to destroy myself
I want to get out of my head
I want to make the room spin
I want to starve
I want to drown
I want to bleed

I can’t enjoy my life
I can’t live
I can’t even suffer right
I might take a lot of medication before the night is over...
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Edmund black
Everyone
Is
Happy
But
Nobody
Knows
How
To
Describe
Happiness
“True self-care And happiness is not salt baths and chocolate cake, it is making the choice to not build a life you don’t need to regularly escape from.”
 Mar 2020 CLARYT
Michael Stefan
My fingers
caress the fuzz
on your lower
back

My hands
grip the fuzz
at the base
of your neck

Our
arguments
in my mind
are growing fuzzy

The day
that you left
out the door
is oh so
fuzzy

My fingers
caress the fuzz
on my unshaven
cheeks

My hands
grip the fuzz
of my long hair
I'm such a freak

How the hell
I got here
I don't know
It's so fuzzy

See your picture
through empty bottles
on the nightstand
it's growing fuzzy
If there is one thing I'm good at, it's breakup songs.  Robert Frost once called Edwin Arlington Robinson's poetry as being "the essence of unhappiness itself".  I really hope that isn't a tag I earn on this site as being the dude that writes really sad break-up poems.  But here you go! Hope you like it!
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