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 Oct 2017
Anonymous
As you look at the stars above, they reflect their radiance.
The heavens are ebony; the moon is showing.
It is quite empty, other than the lonely astral wonders.
The moon seems to have a spectral tone to it;
Your eyes view it as quite ghostly.
Yet, the beauty cannot be overlooked;
The splendor is all too real.
Alas, the sun outshines the moon;
But the moon seems more beautiful in a way.
The eerie yet graceful glow is breathtaking;
Even the orbiting stars bow down to it.

Our minds cannot decipher the wonders of the night;
The midnight sky is too complex to explain.
Mere scientific explanations cannot explain it in depth;
So we must just gaze and cherish the moon and stars.
They are a blessing to the skies;
A beautiful ray of glow that can give a feeling of hope.
It is just the moon and midnight sky;
But it is special, and we shall not take it for granted.
It almost seems to look upon thee with protection;
But alas, it's just the moon.
But we can still cherish it's never ending magnificence;
For the moon and stars are everlasting until the end of the world.
 Oct 2017
Star BG
Wind on back
road comes to fork.
Which way do I go?
Indecision until I check in to
compass of heart.

The sounds of birds
become resonating key
to open senses.

Breath of intention
becomes path
for heart to unfurl.

Air surrounds
with fragrance of
“I can,”
sweet and tantalizing.

And then I take step aligned
in crossroads leading to dreams,
with sacred compass of heart
at helm.
 Oct 2017
Nat Lipstadt
Those old comments from the disappeared with no names,
no faces, just a large gray dot and two -- anonymous*




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Those old comments
live on, unremoved,
from the disappeared ones,
no faces, no names
a large gray dot and
two -- anonymous dashes

a most contemporary kind of disregarding,
disregard-me, frak you, cause I disregarded you first,
funeral pyre ******* gesture,
where only your face was consumed,
but your words live on forever. ...  
congrats, in this day and age,
you, managed to get in the last word

who were you?
why was it necessary to leave?
while your comments, pithy,  
cheddar sharp, meaningful,
of just a plain old prdinary
wow,
tender precious to me
drive me now to simple
madness gladness sadness
failing to yes, to be recalling
who you were/are

were you stalked, trolled, gored,
or just bored
with the word-gaming,
needy for some well constructed avatars
desirous for ****** machine gun killing?

did you heart break one last time
into one million parts too many
you did not believe, didn't trusted me enough,
to heal the cuts and paste
you together like I did previously,
no more one more time?

did you get
transmigrated,
move beyond and out of
London and Minneapolis, Katmandu?

win the lottery,
get parental sent away,
super jetting wealthy,
married, divorced, soul lost,
unhealthy in complete privacy,
up and left the poems of we
poor sods behind,
on your way to Monaco or Singapore?

did I offend beyond any mending?
gladly would have kissed you knees,
written a poem just to tickle you pink
or whatever color you so desired but that
gray grey cream dot not,
that makes your disappearing act,
twice as a pain-full, a banner unfurled of,
you pick the word

was I too sweet, too kind, cloyingly annoying
driving you crazy with my midnight clockwork
"jes' me checking in on you"
one liner messages,
go one message too far?

how we conversed, holy roman dialogues
till one day and hadn't heard and
chagrin uncovered no more souling
we two, ragging and consoling,
on each others nonsense,
cause
you cloaked a name in deliberate invisibility!

well ha on you I am lying,
I will know your name, your face,
your funny way of signing off
when fate sits us side by side
on some long plane ride

you will watch me tap on my tablet
in letters so big you won't struggle to read over my shoulder,
the poem I will write for you / just one more
for just you

and I'll see reflection of your turned away head
in the plexiglass window smiling and tearing,
while I hum some Carole King sad love songs

you will salty say
to wound and to love
cause ain't no difference:
now

you're still an idiot,
write way too long
and forget to put the title in, on -- whatever*

and I will nod also,
in that idiotic identical
tonality of whatever,
in holy poem agreement
not saying much, just
tapping grey --
the rest of the way till we land,
thinking mostly about all the gray grey shades and shadows
in that dashed word,
whatever--



9:27pm 10-5-no jive
"Now And Forever"
ny Carole King
Now and forever, you are a part of me
And the memory cuts like a knife
Didn't we find the ecstasy, didn't we share the daylight
When you walked into my life

Now and forever, I'll remember
All the promises still unbroken
And think about all the words between us
That never needed to be spoken

We had a moment, just one moment
That will last beyond a dream, beyond a lifetime
We are the lucky ones
Some people never get to do all we got to do
Now and forever, I will always think of you

Didn't we come together, didn't we live together
Didn't we cry together
Didn't we play together, didn't we love together
And together we lit up the world

I miss the tears, I miss the laughter
I miss the day we met and all that followed after
Sometimes I wish I could always be with you
The way we used to do
Now and forever, I will always think of you
Now and forever, I will always be with you
 Oct 2017
Star BG
A signal I send,
to the universe.
Pulsations of thoughts
echoing, beating
matching my precious heart.

Positive vibrations
become threads
weaving, bonding
inside grace and breath.

They resonate,
as if strings
of harp playing to
ears of Higher Self,
Angels,
and The Divine.

Mirrors of dreams
like mirror of sun
are sent from above
energizing
into core of self.

Activations of heartfelt
words commence,
as Magic door opens.

As manifestations anchor.
And all my desires
becoming reality.
 Oct 2017
stephanie burrows
Going through the back the streets of my mind lost in old memories. Laying a painful past to rest Forgetting every cruel word ever said. Crying no more tears moving on not looking back.

Time to live grow and heal replacing sadness with happiness. Killing doubt before it kills me Allowing old wounds, to heal mending my heart piece by piece.

Stepping out of the darkness and into the light . Waking up ready to open my eyes hope is reborn. Listening to my heart knowing there will always be a better tomorrow.
 Oct 2017
stephanie burrows
He couldn't see just how much she loved him.
He couldn't see the beautiful thing they had was dying day by day.
He couldn't see the bottle of jack was killing him slowly.
He couldn't see his wife's heart breaking piece by piece.
He couldn't see the tears she cried.

He didn't want to get help.
He didn't want to let the bottle of jack go.
He didn't hear her leave with the unborn baby in her belly.
He didn't see what he had until it was gone.
 Oct 2017
stephanie burrows
How many more innocent people will die?.

How many more life's will be cut short way too soon?.

How many more Lifes will be taken for no reason?.

How many more families will be destroyed?.

Why can't we just live with out fear?

When does enough become enough?.
Watching cnn and seeing all the life in Vegas cut short way too early made me write this peom. I left so so sad.
 Apr 2016
Traveler
I fell in it
A handful of times
Those burning embers
Of love and trust
The consuming flames
Of the pleasures of lust
The perpetual game
Of push and shove

I get tired
And burned out
Running from all
Life's broken rules
And after all
I don't care to revisit
Those old blues
But don't get me wrong
I'm still your one
And only fool

Because you know
Once or twice
In the darkest
Part of life
I was so blessed
To have your light!
I would never take your love for granted.
(My girlfriend edits all my poems for me)

This didn't even trend, how can it be a daily?
Thank you my cyber family!

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