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 May 2020 Shakytrumpet
A
I wanted to see the neighbourhood for the last time.
To experience life before it all slips away from my hands
But it was all the same as usual;
People driving to work, all stressed and tired,
Shattered bottles of Budweiser from the week prior,
The ***** pond in the park, with plastic bottles floating like a ship
Etcetra, etcetra...

Until I see it.
The most magnificent thing you’ll ever see.

A single lotus calmly floating on the surface,
And seemingly, without a care for the world.
With the roots  reaching down to the soil where no-one can see
So no-one notices,
no-one ever seems to see the thin thread she’s hanging on.
Because their used to her float.
Being graceful and content.
Preventing not even the trash
To bring her down.
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Grey
Kiss Me
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Grey
Kiss me.
Kiss me softly
as I drown in your honeycomb eyes.
Kiss me slowly
until I forget everything except the feel of your lips on mine.
Kiss me deeply
and let me believe that you truly want me.
Kiss me hard
so that I remember what it feels like to have passion.
Kiss me delicately
until your warmth dries my tears and washes my sorrows away.
Kiss me sweetly
and teach me what it means to love.
Then hold me tight
and never let go.
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Grey
Why?
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Grey
Why do our badly hidden lies
always end in anger-driven goodbyes?
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Jacco krom
They tell me the world is full of colors,  making everything so lively and bright.

Yet all i see is somberness and pain, hearts filled with colors dark as the night.
 Jan 2020 Shakytrumpet
Jacco krom
I feel so caged.

It's like I have to mind my every word, because if I don't I might make you angry or sad.

I feel so chained.

It's like my feelings won't let go, holding me down everywhere I go.

I feel so trapped.

Stuck in the same endeless circle of mistakes, hurting me more than ever.
When my brain won’t go to sleep
When my heart just feels too weak
When my sadness seems too deep
When my eyes begin to leak
......That’s when I turn to poetry
 Dec 2019 Shakytrumpet
Bo Burnham
Old people's skin sags
Because it is being pulled
To the Underworld.
Piano's are pedestrian
crossings for fingers.
Decomposing what took
him a lifetime to orchestrate.
 Dec 2019 Shakytrumpet
ross
~

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
endless
countless
beyond measure


~
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