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Doubt thou the Earth doth spin,
Doubt the skies not to be Heaven's chin.

Doubt that Heaven's green and gold,
Her pulchritude is a fairytale told.

Doubt thou we'll meet the Lord,
At the other side of life's road.

Doubt that in Heaven's pleasant glade,
Life shall dare never to ever fade.

Doubt thou the sight before thy eyes,
Infinite not to be the coyly sinking skies.

Doubt that a pulchritudenous flower,
Akin to any other flower loses her allure.

Doubt thou Hell ain't a woeful grave
But never doubt thy love I dost crave.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
28th January 2017
 Jan 2017
Teressia
you said hello to her once, the very first time you met her,
and then something got over you and you never made it to be her friend,
she then decided to try and be your friend instead of you trying,
but even then, she failed because you weren't willing, it seems,
and so something beautifully breathtaking fell apart without creation
because you decided to become a cowardly lover who fed on other people's idea of what love is and so your lover walked away with your beautiful flowers that lit up with face when she smiles
and so because you wanted to be the Cinderella, you lost the princess
but then again you couldn't realized because you fed yourself surmises
that convinced you to be divine over her,
at least she tried it all, till her last goodbye,
which you failed to show up for, it was then she knew not to turn back,
and so you ended the story that could have lasted a lifetime of double heartbeats, just because you allowed people to make you a cowardly lover that you weren't to begin with,
and so to your dust, you will always remember her last traces that she left behind for you, if any.
 Jan 2017
Breeze-Mist
I'm not entirely sure if I'm
More terrfied of swarzchild's radius
The likely end of heat death over the eons of time
Or suspensions of the corpus' habeas

Or perhaps terror lies in false vacums
Or neglected tropical diseases
Or perhaps it lies in refugees being refused
Or with a virus that does as it pleases

But despite the fact that I get
My share of nightmare fodder
Your videos are complex, with layers of thought, yet
They're easily understandable and popular

The work you do is truly amazing
You spread wondrus knowledge through the web
And while you terrify, you're equally inspiring
With all of the points that stick in your head

So to you, Kurgestat, I give a mixed thanks
For though your existentialism can terrify
I love learning, from your words on war to banks
And the way your videos spread like they fly
To the Kurgestat YouTube channel. I would ABSOLUTELY recommend them, but be prepared for a little bit of terror.
 Jan 2017
Ignatius Hosiana
1-We were searching for warmth where there was only ice to find
2-We melted the ice in our souls and just caused an Avalanche in our minds
3-We were two broken people hoping our together would make us whole
Forgetting the rule of magnetism, repulsion of like poles
4-your Heart just as mine was a wide gaping abyss of a black hole
5-No matter what we did, some holes could never be filled
6-We tended the big wounds from the past, but the scars unlike the wounds could never be healed
7-Everyone said love like ours often ended in tragedy, that romance is a rose, and roses flower and fade
8-that all hellos come wrapped in their goodbyes, all beginnings pimped with the lip gloss of endings
9-that we were just another beautiful Titanic yet to encounter an iceberg and sadly we believed them
10-we didn't know that none in history ever chocked swallowing their pride, so we held on to ours as our love slipped away
11-We had bright futures left behind thus lived trying to rewind the chronometer
12-We had an obsession for art and sought sanctuary behind stories and books
13-We thought life could be one beautiful fairy tale, we thought the ambiance would be picture perfect
14-We wanted an escape from loneliness rather than to complement each other...
15-We had the best *** in the world, but never ever did we make love...
16-We always trusted facts yet some lies hold together what is broken by the tremors of truth...
17-We were accustomed to the freedom of dancing in the thundering storm so the manacles of comfort felt so uncomfortable
18-We wanted to find forever, when we hadn't crossed tumultuous bridges in the moment...
19-You were a little girl I expected to act like a lady, you pictured a man in the boy I will always be...
20-You wanted flowers, I wanted powers, you lived your life, I had mine but we ached for ours
21-It was love at first sight, we thought we could live happily ever after in a matter of hours
22-We were just frustrated by the grip life had on us so we thought we'd find the key in each other...
23-Fooled by her beauty, like Icarus we flew too close to the Sun and forgot the glowing orb of desire does burn
24-You developed a blister in your ******  that needed nine months for the doctors to help it out of you, if we squeezed it prematurely you could bleed to death... and the catechist's voice kept reminding me that doing so was itself a sin...
25-I was too young to understand that such blisters didn't ****, and the law didn't help...
26-My father didn't tell me it took pleasant pain to be him, or he probably did but I was deafened by hormones
27-Your mother said she told you and you kept contradicting, she hit you everyday and my testosterone couldn't take it... so I hit her for you, you hated me and I ran away.
28-We never loved each other, we were all running away from something, and we mistook us for a destination...
29-You had big dreams, I even had bigger dreams, the two kept sparking each time we tried to connect...
30-You squeezed a boy out of you and left him at the mercy of his blind grandmother and the tickles of cuddling infesting jiggers...
31-I blame you for having me disowned and ending my education, you blame me for everything.
32-You moved to the city, so did I... Met someone else, so did I.
33-We meet once in a while and you act like Miss world and I keep silent because I don't even have words for you.
34-Am working to get my son, you're doing everything to keep him a secret forgetting that some secrets can never be hidden, especially those with a mouth...
36-I wished I had never known you, you hated that I took your virginity...
37-Once in a while you return to my bed and I gladly welcome you, after which you cry and I comfort you
38-That's all we can be to each other now, a consolation for the melancholic love lives we are experiencing.
39-We both hate that we are apart but know we can't be together
40-For like it was before, we know everything about love but nothing about loving...
 Jan 2017
Akira Chinen
He placed his dreams and hopes
in her belly
He stiched his soul into the cracks
and holes of her heart
and he placed his heart in her hands
and all of the love he had ever known
and dreamt of
in the rhythm and flow of her pulse
He knew she was perfect in the way only dreams could be
And no matter how hard he tried
He couldn't convince himself it wasn't all just a dream
And he felt like heartache
was ready and lying in wait
in an empty bed next to his sleeping body
And even if it was only a dream
There would always be a small corner of his lips that would always smile whenever he thought of her
And that his heart would always find comfort and warmth
in the home of her hands
 Jan 2017
Alayna Mae
To be happy.

She stared at me, the message of control
Wanting a dream life, isn't it my turn?
She shook in question, why I would her
Needing to be let go, escape it should be my turn?
She stabbed in delight of torture, she was winning
Craving love outside and to deserve, cannot it be my turn?
She sank within my veins, to close the gate to light
Urging to make purpose without noise, when will it be my turn?

To be happy.
 Jan 2017
Terry Jordan
I’d never met Mr. Campbell
Or heard of Mr. Stone,
But now I’ve ceased to ramble,
They’ve provided me a home.
A place for old and older,
Not poor or broke nor rich.
For meek and mild and bolder,
It runs without a hitch.

A bus to take us shopping
Or cruising to the mall,
And even island hopping
There’s something for us all.
Pat Pepper keeps us busy,
Not anchored to a chair
Al Widener’s in a tizzy
If we’re not happy there.

The staff is neat and clever
At Bradshaw’s restaurant
I plan to stay forever,
‘Cause it’s my favorite haunt.
No need to roam or gamble
For we are not alone,
God bless you Mr. Campbell
God keep you Mr. Stone
This is in honor of my father, Clifford Joseph Fitzpatrick, who would've been 97 today.  His poem was published in the newsletter of his residence in Atlanta, GA
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