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Discovered myself fixed on nothing today ..
Caught gazing into the trees , unsure of my place ,
morning mortal equations unsolved , a state of grace longing
for refuge within my very soul ...
Surrender my moral culpability , slay the antagonistic demon ,
collect all that is good in my world and carry on poetic dreamer ..
Young birds expect to fly , the daffodils of Spring long
for the sky ... Seasons are born to die , I shall commit my poetic alms
to the spirit famished the remainder of my physical life ..
Copyright January 24 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Tireless Engineers are needed for many a bridge has been destroyed ...
Carpenters , block masons and steel workers from every corner of Earth ..
Every color and creed employed to secure their timely construction ..
Many islands in need of the path by the light , wave after wave of our
brothers are in need of stout bridges tonight !
Love is needed to brighten the skies , to make electric connections to those in the black of night .. Black and white linemen are sought to wire the world in shared pain and forgiveness , to brighten the lives of those gripped in plight , answer the need of the helpless tonight !
Many energetic , compassionate people are needed to address the infrastructure of humanity on this very night !
Copyright January 24 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Harvest Moon effigy , ivory in subtle contrast to pearls tranquility along windswept confident shorelines , tousled charcoal locks wrapped in silken bonds , violet attire that relays the waters reflection from a million stars ..
Sable Palm within the kindred of Oat and Sawgrass , warm Gulf
nightfall , diamond waves explore the pier , where lovers embrace ,
where romance directs the eve .. Amber lit vessels grace her southern horizon , Mexican breezes brush raven hair beneath the canopy of night ..
Breakers tinge the ocean West , ebony Aphrodite features are
aglow tonight . Unwavering and forever recalled ..
Copyright January 24 , 2016 by randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Willard Wells
Sitting with my thoughts this night.
Not sure of my future
which seems to not exist.

Taking my time now to check the edge.
Shiny and smooth with the sharpness
of a surgeon's scalpel.

Leaving nothing to chance tonight,
I've locked all the doors and windows tight.
Disconnected the phone, even stopped the mail.

They say a hot bath will do the trick,
feeling no pain as the blade comes down.
Skillfully across my wrist, from the outside in.

Slowly now, but deep enough
I failed before, but not this time
Success is mine, I wait no more, the time is now.

Feeling better now, very relaxed,
drifting into a very dark sleep,
as I say goodnight, but really goodbye.
" Delusional state " I am fine, statement only
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Willard Wells
Stand at waters edge
ice floating across the lake
as cubes in water
with eagles perched all around
watching with an eagle's eye
Outside of Juneau, Alaska to the north. I was there many times with the trees filled with  bald eagles.
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Willard Wells
Waking as the sun starts, it's early morning rise
with shadows of darkness lingering
from clouds on high.

I see the morning light as it transitions today,
my thoughts are of you
which brings only light to my life.

Shadows and darkness no longer part of my life.
Holding you close,
Only sunshine in my days.
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Haritha Seby
EnD
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Haritha Seby
EnD
Darkness metastasize
the moon no longer bright
memories  floated
a dream buried.
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up. There are two tragedies in my life
#I am a girl # I lost all my desires #
I am good girl , but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a girl in a big world trying to make my own signature.
Life is painful and fed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes l have no idea where to go or what to do.
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Haritha Seby
??? !
 Jan 2016 am i ee
Haritha Seby
Dreams are like bubbles
Fate is a fact
A destiny, a mystery !!
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming ....well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
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