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 Oct 2016
Àŧùl
If I say that a gorgeous girl like you,
Exists not in the world,
What's just India?
That would be an understatement.

Lucky is the man who gets to see you daily for the rest of his life.

If I say that a raw beauty just like you,
Exists not in the galaxy,
What's just the Earth?
That would be an understatement.

Lucky is the man that gets you as his lovely life partner wife.
HP Poem #1171
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2016
david mungoshi
had read some of his poems
but never stood at his statue
a local boy become a famous lad
revered crafter of a shropshire lad
now here i was with my digital camera
knowing full well it was no chimera
being here at the shrine of a wordsmith
whose professorial gaze is wide and sweeping
i tell you straight that for joy my heart is weeping
you will ask if i am a friend of narcissus
that mythical lad with conceit like a colossus
for after i've gone click! click!
i see my image embedded in the shiny black marble
and i feel like a visiting poet embraced by another in stone
yesterday i was walking along the main street of bromsgrove with my wife, my grandson and our son-in-law. with a plastic mug of hot chocolate in my hand i somehow ended at the base of the statue of  a.e. housman, professor and poet. I went click, click, click with my camera and when later i looked at the pictures, there i was, like a familiar etched inside the photograph of a view of housman's statue. a capital experience!
 Oct 2016
Dark n Beautiful
Long before I ever met you,
I saw you in my dreams
You were faceless,
Without a name
I felt that burning flame of love

Life has a way of putting the puzzles of one's life together
Unlike a floating feather
We landed on soft white smoke clouds

I manifest my DREAM while sorting my fears
The fear of love is more to be dread than love itself
You were faceless without a name
I saw the burning flames of love within your eyes
You saw a vision of uncertainty within mines

Along with our wildest fantasy
My premonitions was I being lonely

Many angels appears as false prophets
As they fall on they face before the throne.
I rather be alone,

So forgive my angry tone
Your faceless tears, that reaches out to my heart
You’re flapping wings, my many scars, my downfall
Forgive me, forgive my angry tone
Love, Lost Heart Angry Tone,   Mistakes..
Elder gentlemen crave the past like
nicotine infused black cherry smoke ,
riding puffs of chilly October morning
park scenes in my hometown etched
in gray day period couples struggling through
leaf covered sidewalks , followed by beggar
birds , those canopy filled blackbirds commanding
the audible forefront of greeting , courtesy
and old folk innocent chatter
Smiles and laughter as automobiles circle the
city center of Willow , Water Oak , granite monumental
reminders , window shoppers , price hawkers huddled
in a little brick town no one ever hears about , lost
on the tip of the newsroom tongue , in conversation , this 'black and white village' where townsfolk forever scurry about
Copyright October 5 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
chinks of light that open in the midnight of sorrows
and tomorrow's just another way to get lost,

'follow your heart', they say
and that's just another way
to get lost.

under my flat cap is a route map where
X marks a spot
and it appears that X is not here,

but I've been a desert, an ocean,
emotion and motion where motion
evokes memories and memories
of midnight come flooding back
through me.

It becomes quiet at times and what
becomes clear
is what was written between
the chimes of now and then

I am
deciphering clues designed to confuse
to lead me astray and I find
another way to get lost.

Bombarded by light waves
I break out of the prism and
into the day
already knowing the way
having been lost
before.
 Oct 2016
PaperclipPoems
I thought of her often
She was a siren in the distance
Faint, annoying, pulling me aside, distracting me.
I thought of the way she loved me
A breathless love, a selfish love, more like a ritual.
I thought of her coldness,
The way she shut the world out.
She would look me in the eyes
But I saw nothing. I felt nothing.
I've never felt less from another's soul.

I think of her often,
But I don't like to.
 Oct 2016
Tashea Young
I Solemnly Swear
No else would ever come close or ever compare.
To your unconditional Tender love and care.
Unaware that my hearts under repair.
Im Mentally Gone but Physically There.
Could this be a Secret love affair?
Can't you sense the attraction in the atmosphere?
maybe its in the confidence that you wear?
Because Out of the corner of my eye
One day you caught me by suprise
I think you could be my angel in disguise
All in my feelings, you Got me over here mesmorized.
The Presences of this King was Strong and So bold.
With Such beauty my vision could barely behold.
Truth Be Told,
You precious to Me, more valuable than Gold.
From that moment on I knew you already had my heart sold.
Something intrigues me to you.
Is it because you are Respectful, Honest, and True?
Maybe its in reference to the little things you do.
You are Something so Extraordinaire
Hard to come, So Exquisite and rare.
Even when I'm broke you got me feeling like a multi millionaire.
You give me butterflies.
Got me floating like the clouds above in blue skies.
Having vision about you and I
Becoming as One and Unify.
You as my King and Me as Your Queen.
You are the drug and Im the Fein.
I need you so bad I could scream
You are surreal to me like a dream.
You set my heart on fire.
With a passionate buring for desire.
My Confession is I sit here secretly watching you and Admire.

Sincerely Your
Secret Admirer.
 Oct 2016
Moonsocket
Is this your mind?
I found it elsewhere
Where are you going?
That paths leads nowhere

I feel compelled to say...

A glimpse at your scene
Leaves a shell worth breaking
A moment in your mind
Leaves a hole worth making
Deny your creator
This fate lacks clarity
Stop the climb
This world lacks a reality
I stole your time
Hoping to stop your progression
I gave you mine
Hoping to avoid a misconception

Know that its only reality
That demands your attention
Know its only society
That demands your affection

Here

Collect your mind
Complete and confused
Push it back in place
Pray its not refused
 Oct 2016
Pinkbun17
I no longer feel whole,

for I am hollow

Pleading-but emotions dry and crumble

The path I once chased vanished from sight

Affection is viewed as a bothersome nuisance

They all turned and walked away.

I stood there rooted to the spot.

Shock numbed my body permanently.

I have been shunned.

Were they consumed by hate?

Memories of hope rewrote themselves as moments of brokenness.

The ones loved-

Faded and I've been

externally ERASED.
Written 12/1/07 and 1/13/15
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