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 Jan 2017 Anika
Mr Himel
Once upon a time
Coca Cola, Sprite & Fanta had a fight
They fought over who is the best among them
They fought for hours but couldn't agree
Then they finally decided to find someone neutral

After searching whole day
They finally found a man laying on the ground
He was so thirsty, that he could hardly move
They asked him to have a sip of their soft drink
He took sips from all three cold drinks one by one

After all he was so thirsty
When they asked him which was the best
He said doesn't matter they all relieve my thirst
Then they realize they are all doing the same job
It is just the difference of color, flavor and taste
I wrote this about racism
 Jan 2017 Anika
Mr Himel
When she left, I felt so hurt
It just hit me inside so deep
She hit the door on my face
For a promise that I couldn't keep

I couldn't say bye or anything else
She kicked me away so fast
I loved her once and for all
And it will be my last
I like to read your comments.
 Jan 2017 Anika
William A Poppen
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
 Jan 2017 Anika
Izzy Krompack
Walls
 Jan 2017 Anika
Izzy Krompack
I'm tired of keeping up walls
I guess I'm most of all tired of putting them up and up
After they're torn down and down
But I'm tired of keeping an army inside me
Ready to fire back at any one comment
And it makes me sad that I've been ******* over
And let down so many times
This is what society has made me
 Jan 2017 Anika
Jaclyn Harlamert
I wish I could be with you, sleeping in your arms
Even when unconscious, you keep me safe from harm

Feeling your chest breathing underneath my ear,
There's a steady heartbeat of yours I love to hear

Someone told me that love is an endeavor,
Yet I know, I could lay with you forever.
My squishiest poem
Love and revenge. They are so sweet. But there is something even sweeter. That moment when someone wakes up and gains an ability to see through the illusions. I know it's painful to the point you wanna live no more. But I don't feel sorry for those people. They will be alright in a week. I feel happy for this planet having one less dummy and one more rebel.
I feel joyful just hearing someone say "this society *****. I give a **** no more". That line makes me feel less alone. It's great having someone who understands you even just a little.
So tell me. Does this feeling make me cruel?
 Dec 2016 Anika
GaryFairy
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard, when its torn
only an angel understands
I wrote this a few years ago. I don't think I have posted it for a while
 Dec 2016 Anika
NiTSUDD
Blessings
 Dec 2016 Anika
NiTSUDD
I see an ocean in your eyes
I could sail til the end of time
Stare into your deepest blue
Where dreams have wept and love's untrue

On this empty night
I feel us share this heartbeat
You're many seas away
No distances can keep you away

Begging on my knees
The skies to show a purpose
No clouds just clarity
Someday it'll all be perfect
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