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 Dec 2016
Jackson Rae Wilder
By: Jack Wilder (Ramon Carlos T. Castillo)

Tell him I said "hi",
I think it was a lie,
When I told myself,
I wouldn't fall for him.

Tell him I asked "why?",
We couldn't see what we could've become,
How it would've been all perfect,
But I forgot these were all just what ifs and would haves.

Tell him I wanted to go back,
Visit the past when were still just good friends,
I could've settled for just that,
But selfishness occured.

Tell him I asked "is it wrong?",
For me to fall in love with him?
That it was considered sin,
For me to look after someone with no conditions given?

Tell him this is goodbye,
I think it's best we part ways,
I'm done with being jealous and not being able to do anything,
That it breaks my heart to see him with someone.

But one last thing,
Ask him if I could just love him from afar,
Because seeing his smiles,
Heals the wounds he gave my heart.
I wrote this poem for my childhood friend who I was in love with for 9 years and up until now. I haven't had the guts to tell him, he's straight and I'm gay... We won't work out
 Dec 2016
Doug Potter
She walked the school’s halls
thirteen years, few students

talked to her because she drooled,
walked like a puppet, and had

greasy hair; there are  poems
I can not finish.
 Dec 2016
Mr Himel
I'm staring at your eyes
Don't care what they say
Your smile is so bright
God! it made my day

I won't let you go
I'm afraid to lose you
Never seen another like you
Thats why I choose you
I like to read your comments?
I've made mistakes,
More than I care to remember,

I'm the only one
That I can blame,
I began making them
The year that I was born--43 years ago
In December.

My intentions,
Where always, to do good,
But somehow it always backfired,

Someone always got hurt -
Usually me!
I think it's the way
That I was built and wired.

God knows how hard I always tried,
But I never could get it right,

Selfish people's darkness
would always drown my sunshine
and steal my daylight.

I never wanted to hurt a soul,
But I only had two choices:
Make someone else happy--and be miserable!

Or,

Make choices,
So that I may be happy--and become invisible!

I was never a bad person - On the contrary,
I was too good!

The biggest mistake I ever made,
Was not doing what I wanted -
What I knew, I should.

The moral of this little story
Is quite simple to understand...

Be a kind, good-natured human,
But don't live your life on demand!

I would love to say
That I have no regrets,

But I can't lie to anyone,
Or to myself;
You see, my heart...
It never, ever, forgets.

~ I'm slowly learning how to forgive myself
for not getting everything right,

I've had help from my precious children,
And from my man...
'Cause, having them, means...
That I got the most important part right!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Dec 2016
Hussein Dekmak
As I had reached the immigration counter at the airport, the Immigration Officer began to recite his script of questions.
He began with, “What is your occupation?”
I replied “I am a proud healthcare professional who provides services to My customers with a pinch of love, a sense of morality, and a wide, whole Hearted smile”.

He then followed with, “Show me your ID".
I answered him with a soft voice, and replied respectfully,
“Sir, my identity can be found in the smiling and happy faces of all of the People around the world, it can be found in the hearts of the pure, and in The minds of the creative and kind souls.

The officer had a reserved look on his face and displayed a look of Hesitation. This made me feel that he was starting to listen to my Message.
He replied in a stern voice, “Where are you from?”
I answered with a smile,
"I come from this same beautiful earth.
I’ve grown up dreaming of reaching the moon just as you have, and when I’m truly touched, you can see the twinkling stars in my eyes.
I too have experienced the raging winds,
I’ve danced to the rhythm of the waves of the ocean, I’ve shared in singing The melody of the birds.
Sir, I am from the same sacrificing mother, I come from the same land, the Land of the free and the home of the brave".

The officer tried to contain his amusement, as he continued his recitation.
“What type of religion do you follow?”
I swiftly responded, “I follow the universal religion of kindness that believes that all people are created equal.
My religion believes in judging people based on their inner beauty, their true kindness, their generosity, and their ability to be compassionate."

With a big smile and a twinkle in his eyes, the officer responded, “Well sir, what have you packed in your luggage?”
"In this luggage, I have all of my great dreams, my endless yearning, my longing, my childhood memories, my experiences, and a whole lot of love, hope, and inspiration.
I also have some seeds that I plan to plant to develop positive change in this world."

I saw a tear roll down the officer’s cheek. Then he told me, with a voice full of emotion, “Brother, I hope you have a safe trip. Please take care of yourself, and continue on with your journey."

Hussein Dekmak
Edited 2
Ninety nine** percent of thee
Might be feeling naught for me
Which unbearably doth hurt.
However, one percent of thy heart
Serendipitously could be!
Well, all I crave is: "That one percent."


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
27th December 2016
#Craving #Lonesome #One percent
 Dec 2016
Mike Hauser
With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me

With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't lose what little we've got
Or give too much away

Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me

With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls

Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too

Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year

Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for

Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas
My beloved when I will become lunatic keep me in room
Chain me so that I should not be on road to be ******
Totally lost being in painful torture and just in sheer gloom
Thrown in disgust in despair being totally but disowned

I promise you that I will never ever forget act of kindness
By being near to you before I depart to the other abode
You please be mine once again to take and to harness
Now it is your turn to love code how to sing the last ode

My beloved I am in trouble and my heart is not with me
Now the darkness is prevailing all around to just swallow
I do not know what my circumstance and fate could be
What all is written in the book of fate I think I do I know

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow
 Dec 2016
Austin Bauer
I'm sitting in the corner
of a cold, empty house.
My eyes glazed over,
I haven't slept.
Memories of Thanksgiving
flash upon the spoon
flipped over before me;
the plaid shirt
I was wearing,
the crummy salad I ate.
I see the look
in your eyes,
you were holding
back tears.
I couldn't contain mine.
Suddenly, flashbacks
of white powder
caked like snow upon
the jail cell bars.
I'm sitting in the corner
of a cold, empty house.
My eyes glazed over,
I haven't slept.

Write the good,
as well as the bad,
on the same page.
Both are equally
important
to the story.
Time and again you ask for my eyes, should I donate
But before you do this let me your heart to confiscate
Still I fail to determine whether you are my soulmate
Then you should not have asked for this let me state
The problem is you live in my eyes let me get vacate
And after that how will I be able to take and captivate
Your beautiful image your wonderful curves to satiate
So please be liberal in your demand and do not advocate

If still you insist on your irrational demand and desire
Then before doing all this I have my love right to aspire
After taking my eyes destroy me and the burn in the fire
I want to see you out of your attire naked before I expire
Make me understand that you are doing it in love entire
I don't want to know what will happen when I will retire

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Dec 2016
kenny Diamond
I was nothing more
Just a second class
You never saw the good
But always saw the storm
before the sun
My heart playing on my thoughts
The sadness over taking me
I used have hope
But time goes by
You never understand me
So quick with words
Tore into my flesh
I  always looked for hope
But always found dark
Before the light
I have break away from those chains
Set myself free
My heart screams
So torn and broken
can you fix me?
Or  i am just another broken image in your thoughts
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