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  May 14 Traveler
Mitch Prax
Even if my lips grow parched
I will still refuse to yield
to your rose red lips.
I will refuse their nectar,
your petals and your
siren scent.
  May 14 Traveler
Cadmus
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
  May 14 Traveler
Kalliope
You avoid me, and that's okay
I never see you in places where we used to spend the day

I avoided you, its not alright
No one wants a stranger in the sun who plays wifey only at night

I'll never hold you, and that *****
We could have had a beautiful life but I ran out of luck

Or maybe it was patience, I've never had enough
You're the only man to call me out and see right through the tough

And that was eerie, like you knew what I was all along,
A big surprise with big brown eyes,
Who eventually grew weary

That's what they all do, they tire of my games
Even when its truly love no one wants it at arms length
I've cried to the moon,
Searching how to drop this mindset
Carved you deep in my bones,  hoping to see you again
  May 14 Traveler
Pluto
What’s worse than loving you
but knowing I can’t have you?
Not the silence,
not the waiting,
not the ache that stretches across nights.

Even the stars fall quiet—
they know
there’s no sorrow deeper
than holding a love
that was never mine to keep.
  May 14 Traveler
Lizzie Bevis
Your mind is a waiting garden,
and life will give us seeds,
you can sow beautiful flowers
or you can nurture stubborn weeds.

The choice is yours,
to make in a thoughtful wake,
to tend to the delicate blossoms
or let the brambles overtake.

Water the garden with pride,
with thoughts pure and bright,
tear down any climbing doubts
and give way to the sunlight.

For what you will harvest
depends on what you sow,
your garden will flourish
and wisdom will grow.

So nurture each lesson,
and watch the petals unfurl,
in your garden of growth,
with the beauty of your soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by a wonderful mindfulness quote,
I was unfortunately unable to find the original author to give credit, but here it is in its inspiring glory:

Your mind is a garden.
Your thoughts are the seeds.
You can grow flowers
or you can grow weeds.
  May 14 Traveler
Mia J
I learned lessons that I hated.
I thought thoughts I didn’t want to repent for.
I cried over molehills I turned into mountains.
I was accused of things that weren’t my fault.
I loathe coming to this place of Hell everyday.
Dealing with strangers and their attitudes.
I don’t want to smile in their faces for another day.
I kick myself for accepting this job offer.

I
have
had
enough.

All of this for a job?
For a place that would replace me like ***** underwear?
For a place where I’m merely a number?

No, not a worker.

What loyalty do I owe to them?
I ain’t happy.
It’s been that way for a while.
They know I ain’t happy.
So what if I choose to leave?
I’ll be doing myself a much needed favor.

Let me slap down this edited two weeks notice on my manager’s desk.
And tell her I’ll never come back again.
I’ll happily do an exit interview and finally say my burning words of fury.
What I gotta lose then?
I gotta go and I’m **** happy.
Keep this job and work it yourself to see how I feel.

I’ll be just fine in my new place of employment.
I may not have been the best worker,
But don’t say I wasn’t a good one.
I dealt with more and I’m not even in your position.
Don’t be shocked.
You know good and well this day was coming.

Have fun!

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021
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