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 Dec 2016 bless
Tsaa
2:31 AM
 Dec 2016 bless
Tsaa
even the rain can do good things
just as much as the sun can cause destruction

even the pain can teach lessons
just as much as happiness breaks a person
 Dec 2016 bless
Alienpoet
You're late for your funeral
Good cause I don't want you to be just a numeral
another number on a statistic
Time is a killer and it's sadistic
Let's be realistic
although you have wisdom
of sages
I don't want time to take you although it rages
You mean to me the world and more
I am sure you will not need to go through heavens door
Right now for sure
Hold on a little longer
Linger in this life
For our separation would cause me much strife
Don't let time take you into its void
Where I cannot follow.
 Dec 2016 bless
Valsa George
SUICIDE

When all is ill
And reason is still
Impulse yells ‘****’


EUTHANASIA
    
When life is woe
And the world says ‘go’
The grave beckons ‘come’
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
writers are magicians

they transform emotions into something more
something that can be felt more

they transform negativity to words
words that can be the most savage weaponry

they transform happiness to words
words that can heal the soul

they transform love into words
words that can give the warmest embraces

they transform hate into words
words that can bring someone six feet under the ground

but you
you are either much stronger or more feeble to these magicians
you will be the one who'll make them what they are
they will immortalize you with their healing lines
or
they will dominate you with their merciless expressions
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
just wondering
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
a hundred lines written
a thousand words dedicated
all these writes i made
all for other people
makes me wonder
when will someone
write poetry for me
not that i'm asking but... anyone ever thought of this?
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
shouldn't have said that
shouldn't have asked
shouldn't have dug up
things buried in the past.

shouldn't have listened
shouldn't have heard
so my eyes shouldn't have glistened
because of your discord

shouldn't have hoped
shouldn't have assumed
for it has brought me the tropes
that will lead to my doom.
i should have said nothing at all. regret asking things from you.
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
there was a boy
simple and true
once looked up to the night sky
and saw the elegant moon
he stared to the celestia
and started to dream
when i grow up
the moon i shall redeem


i said to my father
father, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
father chuckled and laughed
and hit me in the rough
and said
son, you cannot grab the moon


but the heart of the boy
was yet unwavering
and his dream lived on

i saw my sister and said
sister, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
sister simply smiled
and said it's impossible to be done
so my dreams have now been derailed


doubt now entered his heart
and sent his dreams apart
but looking forward he sees
this dream is only for him

i saw my teacher and said
teacher, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
then teacher did
what my father had done
and said
boy, your dream cannot be done


the boy now lives today
with his dreams shattered so soon
and now will he be known
as the boy who did not grab the moon
we shouldn't stop the young for making their dreams come true, no matter how absurd or ridiculous it is
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
poets
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
poets are a surprise
whenever they feel an emotion
especially when it's a strong one
whether positive or negative
for them,
it's always a bittersweet blessing in disguise

whenever they feel despair
whenever they feel bliss
they capitalize on the emotion
and create their written masterpiece

anything that comes to mind
anything that piques the poet's smart
will always come forth
a written work of art
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
Every time my urge to cry comes,
I just ask myself:


Are you still worth my tears?

Then I realize,

Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶

*My everything isn't even enough of your worth.
why is this so ******* difficult
 Dec 2016 bless
Brent
I asked her,
Where were you?
She answered,
Searching for stars.

And left, looking for more.
But she didn't realize
She had galaxies in her eyes.
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