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 Mar 2018
Valsa George
bearing a crown of thorns
someone planted a kiss
the spikes  pricked deep,
scarring my face, letting
a stream of blood run down

but,

like a gush of summer rain
it cooled my smoldering spirits
slumbered my frayed nerves
and loosened my taut muscles!
My Good Friday experience..... !
A good man is soon out of company.

The woman he lives with
believes he is a fool
and having seen no sign of his cure
she feels insecure.

He is weak and so acts good,
she rues in bitter mood.

Goodness buys him no good place anywhere.

People interpret his grace his kindness
as his meekness.

He leaves his seat for others
but is never offered a seat
with sellers he is nice
but parts paying the worst price
being never vocal with claim
favors seldom find his name.

Yet in goodness only
his heart loves to dwell
and on the humble bed
he sleeps well.
 Mar 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
That happiest moments come in childhood
When innocence combed ones hair
And Saturdays bring respite
Bedrooms lined with a few toys
While two fair ground ballerinas
Curtesy on a white wood mantelpiece.

Then that snuggling down to sleep
Under homemade feather eiderdown
Hot lemon and sugar brought in a glass
The certainty of mother's voice
Climbing the stairs with wine gums.

Even if time stretched patience
It arrival brought only surprises
And leaf rubbings on paper
Were treasured achiements
Displayed in cardboard mounts.

Love Mary x
Thank you dearbparents for a happy childhood.Love Mary xxxx
 Mar 2018
Sarita Aditya Verma
Today
I have everything
Tomorrow
Maybe
A little less

And
Then
Something

But
Always hope
To hold on to
One thing
Being
Content
 Mar 2018
River
Yellow buds sprouting anew,
Spring is here,
Comes ere year
The blossoms herald hope
Revival, birth, growth
Like a vine growing taller
I will sing my sad song
Until it becomes a song of beauty
Until all the dead leaves of fall
wash away
I'll let the gushing winds
carry me
I'll make a little raft,
and find a river
I'll set off into the unknown,
where no one else dares to go
I'll open my heart wide enough to see,
Every possibility
I'll cancel all the naysayers and negativity
I won't be subscribing to
hopelessness any longer
I feel the call of my wild heart
booming deep within me
I'm ready to start my journey,
This is my new beginning.
 Mar 2018
Donna
When I was little
There wa a little toyshop
It was so little

On my birthday when
I was little I'd visit
the little toyshop

It had little toys
and some big toys , it made my
little red heart big

When I was little
the sky looked big , now I'm big
the sky still looks big

When I was little
my house was big , now I'm big
my house is little

When I was little
Daisies looked little ,,now I'm
big..they're still little

Everything is big
And everything is little
Ants are little too  

This is a little
poem , yet my mind is big
like the universe
Just playing with the words little and big :)
 Mar 2018
AE
Little infant wrapped in blue
Don’t worry of danger coming to you.
Little infant with little eyes closed
I’ll make sure to the elements you are never exposed.

Little infant that cries at night
You never go out of my careful eyesight.
Little infant that wants mum and dad
I love you each day; don’t be quite so sad.

Little infant of bubbly joy
I’ll help you play with your favorite toy.
Little infant of smiling glee
Please stay so innocent and warm and happy.

Little infant that grows in the blink of an eye
I hope I’ll never have to say goodbye.
Little infant do promise that when you’re all grown
Do please make some infants of your very own.
 Mar 2018
Tina Salvatore
I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers
If only I could find some that weren't so sour

One that if I lose
it would not hurt
One that if I keep
they would not leave

The flower I want will want me back
It will always stay pure and will not crack
I won't be left crying whenever they vanish
Cause this flower will never punish

I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure
because that happened once and now I'm sure
when I find it it will be nice
one that doesn't come with a price

The thing that I always forget
is that a flower can only be pure for so long
It eventually rottens and breaks
and it is something I can't embrace

A flower eventually dies
and nothing will change that
This is my first poem so don't judge
 Mar 2018
alexa
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
to all my HePo followers/friends/ fellow poets! you have all given me a beautiful escape from Life <3
 Mar 2018
DJR
Speak up!
Uncover your veil
Stand up your right
You are vast and infinite

Unbind these sick systems
And uproot all interconnected stems
Blossom high up to the sky
A room is nothing with the universe

Speak up!
Chin up, show your smile
Walk with pride for thousand miles
Little girl, my dear
You are vast and infinite.
This is an impromptu poem because the reading in our History of World Religions, which is all about the status of women in different religions, has been wandering around my mind. See, my english somehow makes no sense hehe.
Journal entry #2

Curled up on the bathroom floor.
I stare down at my phone, so long, that my eyes glaze over.
Surprised I remembered all the songs that use to set my soul on fire.
Music was always my second love, and then there was you.

Already tipsy, I take a long swig from my bottle of jack and say to myself, (Rip it, its just like a bandaid just do it.)

I hit shuffle and the first song that plays is...
(H.O.L.Y. by Florida Georgia Line)

The pain that washed over me was excruciating. It made every hair on my body stand and shiver. Tears fell from my eyes as my mind brought me right back to that time, and that place, in that car, as I brought you to our home and you sang that song to me.

I remember thanking God in this moment.
I finally had you back. I remember thinking how lucky I was... Blessed.
Thinking we conquered it all.
Feeling like I had died and gone to heaven and there you were.

I felt short of breath, I felt like I was suffocating. Because I  never knew such a happiness existed...never wanting someone so much in your life..

Try to see this through my eyes.
Life hasent always been good to me.
I try to see the good in life.
But good things in life are hard to find.
But then, in walks a man I thought was sent from heaven.
Maybe, it was finally my time to be happy?

God is that you?

Too blind to see it at the time, but God was saying No the entire time.

I was blown away, what could I say?
It all seemed to make sense at the time.
Stupid me, thinking he loved me, as much as I loved him.
 Mar 2018
Ashly Kocher
500th write
Since I joined this site
In less then a year
I’m full of excite(ment)
To connect with people all over the world
Through our different ways of writing
It’s been such a joy
I really can’t believe how far I’ve come
Here’s to 500 more....
There’s a lot of work to be done

I thank you all from the bottom of my heart
For all the critiques and love
I look forward to connected with more!
Wow. Can’t believe in less then a year I’ve weitten 500 poems for this site. I’m overjoyed for all the love.
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