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 Oct 2015
Miranda Renea
Learn to be alone like
The sun never touched
The moon; Like every
Leaf's graceful decent
To its' coffin - beautiful
In death's untimely favor.

Savor every breath; we
Draw pictures in the wind
With each exhale. Inhale
The masterpiece nature has
Given; be glad of mistakes
That have been forgiven.
 Oct 2015
aniket nikhade
After a period of day or two everything will get worked out
Everything will fall in it’s proper place
Add to it a few more days
Hope does not fade away all of a sudden
Life continues
As per what was thought
As per what was planned
As per what was initially expected from the present
Life continues.

Engaged is the mind
Engaged in thoughts of own
Occupied with thoughts of own
At one point or another
At some point of time
Something or other, some sort of a thing goes on in the mind
There is always something that goes on in the mind

If not this, then something better
Some other thing
If this is possible, then definitely something much better might still be possible
Life continues with endless thoughts and countless number of possibilities.

As and when a turn is taken
Doubts are raised
Questions are asked
Despite of all the turn of events in life, life still continues.

It's always better to be a part of an interaction that takes place in the mind
Better debate
Better discuss and then decide the proper line of action to be taken.

Winning and losing has always been part of the game
It's part of life
With every win there is a boost to the level of confidence
With every loss there is a question mark raised
Level of experience is questioned after suffering a loss.

Still it’s better to participate
By doing so, a hope for the desired result gets a raise
No point in waiting for some sort of a miracle to happen.
Miracles do happen, but only when you dream
In life it's always hope and passion
Never give up on anything in your life
Always hope for better
Always pursue your passion because dreams, desire and passion are part of everyone's life.
 Oct 2015
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
 Oct 2015
Alana S
new year isn't really
new it's a new cycle of all the
old in the world
old rotations of earth-sun-moon-stars-
old fruits to sprout & die at the breath of hope
old places trodden over by
new feet, worn by the curious who are conquering their fears.
old sounds permeate my senses & I wonder at a
time when they meant something
old year is a crouching beast, he is standing tip-toed in a liminal space between
new & new; old new and freshly
new, ink on parchment,
signs & names sealed and permanently set
the world cycles & returns.
people walk the earth & hold their hearts out for me to inspect
nothing is new here
just gone.
ˇ
Darkness knows of light
Light knows of love
Love knows you
You know me




Me knows of Self
Self recognizes the Other
Other one dissolves in You
You are my beloved One
Amorously dissolved

ˇ
~~~~~~~~~
ˇ
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
ˇ
~~~~~~~~~~
 Oct 2015
Levi
many important messages unsaid
deep in the soul of my heart keep
sentiments that are so beautiful
yearning to be expressed to her

you see, my mom and I are not close
I know in my heart this is my loss
wishing every moment I can express
but I was born like this to care less

I saw everything in my own eyes
like watching field full of butterflies
in her walk she make my father smile
my siblings, she comforts them don’t cry

how she faced, embraced problems with smile
with grace she knows if you tell a lie
how I envy my friends relations
to their mother, they express in passion

writing this make me wonder and dream
that myself came out to the door clean
a change person who express his feelings
walking, running, talking and breathing

now I show to my mom how I feel
this message, this words, that are so real
I’ll weary the words “I love you Mom”
unexpected event she is gone

I cried and cried and cried this is hard
this emotions, this love stings so bad
message untold makes my soul unclean
suddenly I woke up, it’s just a dream
I love you Mom!!
and call your parents, grandparents and love ones now!!
 Sep 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers
 Sep 2015
Sean Hastings
I write for many reasons
I write to express things I’ve
Kept bottled up for too long
I write for the people out there
Who share a small smile at the
Fact they know  exactly  what
Is going on with me
I write for the people who read what
I write because they support me as
Much as they can and especially in this
I write for the people who these anonymous
Poems go to in hopes they see it’s about them
And how I’m feeling
But I think I write most of all to not
Be forgotten. That at some point when
I leave this place I won’t just be a dead
Branch on an old family tree that’s never
Talked about. I write so that maybe some
Future person will read it and think how
Much this important and contribute to
Whatever they call this age in future books
I write to never be forgotten and who can
Blame me? Doesn’t everyone want to be
*Immortal?
 Sep 2015
pralay patra
Day by day, I grow older
Sorrow and pain is coming more closer,
Happiness taking her way fainter
Love has stopped to be become the painter.

Those past days of childhood
I spent my days in more fruitful mood,
Happiness were everywhere
Nothing to worried were.

Never saw things of disorder
Life was in order
Playing,running with lots of friends
Those were spirit of trends.

Life is beautiful to imagine
Life is painful to move in.
 Sep 2015
Megan H
College is like being a bird
You jump out of the nest
You have two choices
You either fly
Or you die.
Not really a long poem, but this popped into my head earlier as I was studying. It is so important to want to go to college for yourself in order to expand your knowledge. If this is not the case, then you will surely fail.
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