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 Apr 2013 Bean
Tim Knight
LAST NIGHT
 Apr 2013 Bean
Tim Knight
Last night I danced like my dad
with a girl who resembled a dictionary definition
I read not long back.

Graceful eyes that could
stop traffic with a blink
and engaging lips that
would smile to sooth the pain of
the midday, gotta-get-back-home-now,
commuters whom step
on pedals with haste.

I lied. My dad can’t dance, so last
night I made a fool of myself
in front of a girl who resembled
a dictionary definition I read not
long back.
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 Apr 2013 Bean
Kirsten Lovely
'Sweet dreams!' they said
'Yes, you can sleep,
Darling, rest your little head.
The world's a scary, scary place
That's sometimes filled with dread.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
With pretty homes
And people seem so happy
The smiles bright
And no more tears
Had it really looked so sadly?
But when I woke
I woke to find
The people all too shabby
Such little smiles, all the tears
It never looked so sadly.
'Sweet dreams!' they sang
'Oh, you'll be fine,
The sounds will ring out loud
And in those dreams that you can hear
The voices will be proud.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of voices clear
And angels singing high
They sat above the treetops
On white clouds in the sky.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The voices all too scary
The singing gone, the chorus lost
And sounds no longer merry.
'Sweet dreams!' They showed
'No need to fear!
The pictures, how they move!
Look at all the gorgeous light,
It's coming from the moon.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of shining clouds
And stars above my head
The angels sleep, they doze and gaze
And sleep on angel beds.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The moon no longer there
All the angels couldn't sleep
And people didn't care.
Sweet dreams I dreamt
I heard and saw
The people all so clear
Turns out some dreams are really not
What they should be here.
 Apr 2013 Bean
DM
My Cloud 9
 Apr 2013 Bean
DM
There is no one else that sticks around like you.
No one knows how to tackle my mind like you do.
It is crazy how well you know me.
If I could only have one friend you would be my only.

I do not know how I gain the courage to open up.
I do not even think about it with other people.
I get a strange feeling of strength around you.
You always help me when I get so blue.

To repay you would be almost unheard of.
I have no clue where to begin.
You give me a sense of security.
One where I know you will not let me stay in obscurity.

The concerned look on your face when I tell you things,
The way you get so empathetic,
It makes me feel like you really care.
You bring me up like I am walking on air.

I have no more respect for anyone else.
You will always be the top of my list.
I think about you whenever I feel like I might lose it.
I remember how you would not let there be another slit.

You do what you have to to make me speak.
You give me a reason to move one.
I wish I could tell you how you bring me to my knees.
And how you see what no one else sees.
 Apr 2013 Bean
DieingEmbers
A man of few words


as I
know so few


OR


He said so little

and yet

no words were

wasted
 Apr 2013 Bean
Michael W Noland
The stars
They spangled
In her eyes
In her thighs
The stars
Stayed out
Every night
Until day
Where
The dark parts
Healed
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