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  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
ryn
Grant me forgiveness.
For my mouth had acted prematurely
and erred.
Acrid words my tongue can't retract.
My lips quiver,
pursed and scared.

Grant me relief.
For my ego had lunged.
Fueled emotions that strayed.
Sensible thoughts in mind
that my heart had betrayed.

Grant me strength and courage.
Let the next morn's sun,
illuminate the dark obstinacy of my heart.
Allow this bitter turbidity to pass.
So I could walk the hard road,
to a brand new start.
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Sometimes words carry more venom than fangs.
And often, the path to absolution lies first, in forgiving oneself.
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  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
ryn
I want to be there...

When the sun would shine
upon the ready sand -
and presents us gold.

When it spears
into the excitable ripples
of the water -
and gives us emeralds.

When it caresses
sun-hungry skins -
and gives them back
their lives.


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I miss the beach.
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Isabella
It used to be screaming cries.
But what happens when a scream dies.
It's left with silence, in candle light.
But what's one candle in the blackness of night.

You can't fill the empty hole inside.
It's hallowed out from all the times you tried.
There's only fragments left and so you hide.
Just waiting for the pain to subside.

Why has it become so much more quiet.
When moments ago it was chaos and riot.
I extinguished the only spark.
Now I'm just tiptoes in the dark.
I wrote this poem with my best friend, alternating who wrote each line...
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Lulu Sarmiento
For a certain question—
there is no exact answer.
And there are questions—
that always remain unanswered.
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Lulu Sarmiento
Live up to your name!
It’s not full of shame;
But it causes mayhem—
And distraught to men.

I possess audacity,
I don’t tolerate hypocrisy,
I live within the society,
I encourage diversity.

I am me.
solEmn oaSis Aug 2020
Y
not a question mark
had seen by my naked eyes
but the great Savior
imaginable imagery
made by the caps lock as i
took a closer look unto
the altar's holy cross !
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Amanda Ricci
It’s as I’m being chased
But I can hardly run
Just as my lungs give out
I pray it’s close to done

I seem as I’m freezing cold
But I’m dripping in my seat
My chest tightens up
And now I can’t feel my feet

I feel as I ran a race
My body can hardly stand
But you reassure me
And quickly grab my hand

You told me you would stay
And said you’d stop the pain  
I said you can try  
But it’s all in my brain
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