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When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say
life it can be cruel as we read and see
hurricanes and storms and things that shouldnt be
soldiers sent to war never to return
at search an early age without life to learn
gangs they go to war for the sake of pride
killing one another for the hate inside
walking down the street isnt easy anymore
the world it has gone mad in an all out war
I awoke this morning
To a fresh fallen snow
As the world basked in it's beauty
Showered in it's glow
There is nothing more calming
That I have ever known
Than waking up in the morning
To a fresh fallen snow

The children stayed home today
We made angels in the snow
Then all went back inside
For hot chocolate by the stove
No greater time together
In heaven or down below
As the children stayed home today
Making angels in the snow

We went out sledding
All the kids and me
Marveled at the majesty
Icicles hanging from the trees
Nothing could compare
That I have ever seen
As we went out sledding
All the kids and me

4 months later...

It snowed again today
Just like the umpteen days before
In fact it's snowed for four months straight
But hey who's keeping score
It's cold and it's wet
I can't take it anymore
As it snows again today
Just like the umpteen days before

With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly
Since early September
I've been stuck inside
Go ahead and make your funny comments
If you don't value your life
With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly

As it keeps on snowing
The kids keep staying home
What I wouldn't give
For one minute of sanity alone
I'm not sure who tops the list
Me or them when it comes to groans
As it keeps on snowing
And the kids keep staying home

It's been one long blizzard
I feel the need to escape
I can think of plenty stronger words
Let's just say snow I hate
I should have moved to Florida
But I'm snowed in and it's to late
With this one long blizzard
And no chance to escape...
A friend that moved a couple months ago to Washington D.C. asked me to write a poem on snow...
I think she misses Florida...
Yes, come
Come walk with me on the high lands
where so few have ever trod.
Where the air is crystal pure
in this place where majestic eagles soar.
Listen, listen to the silence
of this pure un sullied place,
gaze at the beauty that man has not yet defaced.
Yes, walk with me in the splendour
created by natures hand
breath deeply of the beauty
before its to destroyed by man
She slipped through my hands
So many years ago
Her face has never faded
Her touch I’ll always know
She haunts me in my dreams
Her innocent little face
I’ll notice she is missing
And my heart will start to race
I’m running down endless streets
The panic holds me down
I’m crying out her name
But she’s nowhere to be found
If only I could make her know
The heartache that I feel
Ever since I lost her
This cut that never heals
    

BAD DREAMER Part 2
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