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Love
Should be
An infinite ocean,
Not a leaking dam!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Jun 2017
Ryan Holden
Before I started draining parts of me
onto this page
I couldn't see for the clearest of paths,
I would dwell,
Hide away in my own safe house
Of saturated stories.

I would scratch my head catching gravity
between my fingertips.
A color would be a rainbow in black skies
of circling crows.

The floor around me would move
dancing along,
It would lead me and my pen to paper
Like a knight's sword to stone.
I would wonder why my mind
Could paint,
My thoughts would explode
into millions of fireflies.

Sometimes I would see the most
flawless imagery
But I couldn't write it down for the awe
of being lost,
Inside my own world of untold stories,
and poetry.
For the times I don't get chance to write down my thoughts!
 Jun 2017
Lora Lee
I  wish
to have
a love
not swathed
over futile lines
of white washed
paper flowers
that creep up
upon the trellis
as I stand
in frozen
princess-like
stance
but wild horses
ready to break
down the door
as they burst in
to capture me
their perfect
imperfections
matching mine
as we dance the dance
of intimate waves

I am ready
To be shaken
in the wind
my heart a-stir
yet gently grounded
as leaves fall
to the ground
I want the magic
of the small things
to light me up
even during times
of routine
Yes the stars are vast
And we will be under them
As we gaze beyond time
Yet also
create our
special brand of wonder
within the tiny ways
of the day to day
 Jun 2017
Nishu Mathur
There are times I know not who I be
A stranger, unreasonable I  become,
Little sense in the world around I see.
'Tween love and hate on a pendulum.

There are times I turn away from you,
Question your love, your wise decree,
Eyes wide shut to whatever you do,
Believing  you too have forsaken me.

There are times I doubt, if at all ,you exist,
My heart to darkness a welcome home
Your presence denied, you,  I resist,
Hope burns in doubt's infernal dome.

Love me when I least deserve........when to despair, a host

Hold me God, for it is then ...that I need your love the most.
 Jun 2017
wordvango
somewhere there on a moist petal a dew drop leaf
among the colors of the rainbow's sunshine around
the base connecting  to the trunk
of an oak living for centuries is
the answer to a riddle
to that conundrum that
far said dream you listen to
on lonely days
in her limbs her leaves
say to me you don't see
her reach her span her analogy
or just a branch
or just a leaf?
I've heard it said by many,
I'm sure you've heard it too...

"I know you better
than you know yourself!"

I really doubt
that this statement
is true!

I mean,
how does one logically justify
such a crazy terminology?

This assumption is insane,
how dare anyone propose
this ideology!

We've all gone mad!

We dare suggest
that we know
what other's think...?
How sad!

I don't understand my own mind,
and I can assure you,
neither do you!

Do you believe that it is possible
that I might know you better
than you, yourself, do?

I truly doubt,
and disbelieve that you do!

It's impossible!
It's insane that some people think
that this phrase could even slightly
be true!

Nobody knows us better
than we, ourselves, do!

I struggle to know myself,
and I always will;
this much is true!

Only God, himself, knows me,
and he, alone,
understands my mind,

I cannot entertain
any other notion,
my inner-thoughts
are way out of range
for just anyone to find!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
Internal scars
Are like Fingerprints,

Each soul
Has unique imprints.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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