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 Feb 2016
phil roberts
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
And fell down on his knees
The wolf was howlin' at midnight
McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters
Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos
Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House
And Blind Lemon Jefferson too
Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes
Always travelling hard and hard driven
Playing hard and hard living
These men who became legends
Who touched the deepest part of souls
With their elemental music
And they still do

                                   By Phil Roberts
And they always will
 Feb 2016
Urmila
Come on out,
We are friends
You've fought demons for so long,
Am I beginning to look like one?
You are a closed door,
With a terrified child inside,
I am a gentle knock,
A friend on the other side,
I'm begging you to let me in,
But you just continue to hide,
It's going to get darker, love,
The demons will eat you raw,
What will I do then?
Knowing I should have tried once more,
So you can scream and pant,
Throw all the hissy fits you can,
I'll be here
'Cause that's all I can do
 Feb 2016
Babu kandula
Be like a rose
But, not hurt like thorns

Be like a water
But, never attack like tsunami

Be like a fire
But, never destroy like wild fire

Be like an air
But, never carry a bad fragrance

Be like an earth
But, never create an earth quake
Be like a beautiful heart
But, never try to change that heart
 Feb 2016
Mica Light Poetry
Of madness, I am.
I don't have a plan.
I fall for my own tricks -
For the feel of a sweet bliss.
It entrances me with
a taste of a soul's kiss -
One of which
makes a fire in the midst
of a melting chaos.

Just when I think I have it all,
Along comes another reason to fall.


How might I go
about knowing you?
In my head I suppose
I know the truth.
A thousand love stories
and they're all new,
to me. They're all true,
to me. They're all blue.

For love is a sad and intricate thing.
Love isn't bad but a beautiful ring,
of the chimes that hang in my old soul.
This is the sound of eternities colliding.
There is no hiding from this great pull.

The Angels might call me the Goddess of Madness.
For I like my tea hot but my coffee cold with poetry.
 Feb 2016
Dhaye Margaux
A bottle of sin
A glass of foolishness
A taste of revenge
A smell of hate

A time of madness
An awful night
An hour of ignorance
A fearful gate

A wasted chance
A pause in dream
A shaded mind
Here comes your fate
Alcohol makes people crazy.
I still look for you, you know
I wait and hope that you will be there
once a month, maybe, I will see you
you sit next to me and we launch into conversations
making up for lost time, perhaps?
All too brief and then you are gone
I journey the rest of the way in a heavy silence
thinking about what I should've said
last I saw you I wanted to rest my head
on your shoulder, like I used to
but I didn't
because that would hurt, in the end

It is as they say; hope breeds eternal misery
I don't know if he'll see this
I don't know if I want him to
 Feb 2016
Yung Wifey
I am an Aries.
You are a Pisces.

I am represented by fire.
You are represented by water.

I should have known that you would dampen my spark.
Concept: I am in the wind and it carries me to undiscovered lands, the air is clean and the trees are tall. I decide to stay.
sorry for inactivity btw, I haven't been able to access my account
 Feb 2016
Torin
Sort of like a phantom limb
I can feel her
Even though I know she's gone

Sort of like the summer wind

Sort of like an old best friend
I haven't seen
In way too long

She's sort of like a phantom limb
The pain of loss
I deal with again and again

The pain of loss
Knowing I can never win
 Feb 2016
K Balachandran
A tree, stands alone  in the misty, interior forest,
frozen, bark to the core,agitated, in the blizzard and gale
only embrace mother nature now blesses him with,
yet  full of hope and all ears  for something,humming, then-
comes alive suddenly as if a new season of efflorescence
has begun, a cycle of youth,gentle love of butterflies.
A haunting note of wafting music, wakes up the soul
the sky high tree has already forgotten, is rising above the din
booming, sonorous from the deeper part of cosmos.
The tree listens and a transformation begins in every
small root, tiny leaf and allover, the tree left in the
heart of the forest to the mercy of forces is, you know who
the music that enlivens me once again is you my love.
Out of the blues comes the muse and creativity blooms as if by magic..
 Feb 2016
Joyce
You are like a spider.
Hide in small places.
I got stuck in your web.
Leaves no traces.
As I try to escape.
I feel myself getting weaker.
Don't want to give in.
Into your poison of sin.
Secuded on soft satin.
Crawling under my skin.
The world feels
so much better.
As I'm writing you
this letter.
 Feb 2016
Samuel Hesed
I have seen the stars dance in the shadows.
I saw the world outside my window.

Screaming faces-
Telling time with countless voices.

Ticking clocks-
Counting the skipping of the rocks.

Brushing slacks.
Footsteps jumping the cracks.

Distance watching the sunset-
Remembering the first time they met.

The painter looking out to life;
Ready to embrace it as his wife.

Raindrops stuck in memory-
Of the children's agony.

White skies-
Baptizing the sinner's tie.

History holding creation's stories-
Telling future glories.

Courage finding the opportunity-
To fight insecurity
With His purity.

Sunday shoes-
Taping to the rhythm of Blues.

Heaven singing from above-
Waiting for its truelove.

How do we see life in our minds?
How do we wait for the counting of clocks?
How do we measure the depth of our walk?
How do we climb the mountain of time?
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 Feb 2016
hannah andersen
I was falling down, my face was masked into a frown,
I was giving up, my heart had felt enough,
And as I hurt, I thought it was the end,
I never knew, that you were just around the bend.

You took my hand, and helped me stand,
And then I smiled, I knew I’d have you for a while.
You were my saving grace, told me I was not a waste,
You’re my knight in shining armour,
My one and only lover.

You kissed my cheek, made my heart weak,
And then I smiled, I knew I’d have you for a while.
You are my life, my love, you make me fly just like a dove,
You’re my knight in shining armour,
My favorite kind of charmer.

And now, I don’t know, what I would do without you.
You’ve showed me things that I never knew that I could do.

I was falling down, my face was masked into a frown,
I was giving up, my heart had felt enough,
And as I hurt, I thought it was the end,
I never knew, that you were just around the bend.
(this is not a favorite, and i wrote it a couple of years ago, but i decided to share it anyways)
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