Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Dream on, poet sweet,
I will hold your words inside
When we sleep, we'll meet.
Have been reading poems for hours...Classics interspersed with dozens from this site...feeling very inspired!  Poetry is wonderful.
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Caitie
once more I have never failed to amaze myself.
every night a new phenomenon
of how I cant seem to live
correctly or in correlation
of common beliefs and thoughts
or of how ive failed to amaze
the high strung bitten woman
who we dare to call a mom.
given my due responsibilities
how could we possibly ask for much
when all I am to this life
is bitter, unwritten
and another weak worthless human being
being asked for more than one can imagine.
unfortunately ive put my all
into pleasing everyone around me
when yet
I have failed to please myself
or do anything that could be considered
pampering.
Focusing on the path ahead
is nearly impossible
when you've been sent off the edge of the road
and now I can plainly see
what ive been destined to do
and it certainly does not involve
your own personal pleasure.
ive been feeling so taken advantage of. I haven't done anything for myself lately yet everyone in the world expects me to cater to them.
Spring

It's a beautiful Spring day,
soaking feet in the bay.
Flowers blooming as I speak,
the stems are no longer weak.
Slight breeze from the west,
not a reason, to even be dressed.
All the leaves turning green,
it sure is quite the scene.
Birds chirping so quietly,
Winter ended so violently.
Baseball season about to begin,
every team had a chance to win.
Ah, the smell of freshly mowed grass,
making lemonade, pour me a glass.
Feel the love that's in the air,
Spring and Summer make quite the pair.
Everyday the temperature is rising,
the sun so beautifully shining.
Children playing in the streets,
no need for any heavy sheets,
Windows open, feel the breeze,
the pollen makes me wanna sneeze.
Go outside and pull some weeds,
how I love planting garden seeds.
Feel the air as it begins to warm,
viewing life as it will transform.
Nothing like the perfect Spring day,
sitting on the back porch, with noting to say.
Here’s a locked box of anagram shazam
(Don’t open it
The crazies might come out)
There’s a sealed sack of angsty crank-clanks
Take it, go away
I’m simply not myself today
**! Yes, it’s true
I am sinking sads for you
Letting drinkies drown
My Anger Banger frown
Cryptic? Klik-kwik, and no, no
I was never there
Avaunt, begone, beware
I love words
Next page