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 Nov 2016
bones
On the first hour of my first day
in the front trench I fell;

'Get up,' bawled Sergeant Major,
'and stand eye to eye with hell,

and look ye on the plucky dead
whose chests swell out with pride';

but t'was the rats that swelled them
as they plucked them from inside..
I wondered if I borrowed a line of poetry whether words of my own might follow after, the borrowed line is Mr Kipling's, from Epitaphs of the war 1914-1918..
 Nov 2016
James M Vines
If I only had one day to live, I would start early to make amends. I would undo all that I had done  to hurt strangers and friends and the family that I love. I would give more than I have ever given before. I would do that and just a little bit more. I would share words of kindness with everyone I saw. I would not be to busy for anyone at all. I would step outside and enjoy whatever the day would bring. I would dance whether it was sun, snow, or even dark clouds and rain. I would make each second precious because I would know it would be my last. Then when the sun set and I breathed my last, I would thank God in heaven that he let me go out this way. I would be very grateful that I had just one special day.
 Nov 2016
Mike Adam
Lincoln green robin
hoodwinking the
greedy rich

Feeding the poor
robin red breast
flaunting credentials
robbing the lady
marion
the little birds of their
flimsy
filmy honor

Little boy little
man-child john
little mowgli
conquering the jungle
conquering the tiger
riding imperious
the stark grey brown elephant

And backscratching bear
sleeping in the greensward
dancing with milady
tucking into supper of
fast arrowed stag

Hung out and dried
between devil trees
and huts afire

Across the brittle
yellow beach into
the deep blue sea
 Nov 2016
Traveler
Did I tell you my truth
Did I tell you my lie
Does it matter to you
If I keep it inside

We all get to know
These things in the end
Does it matter to you
If I only pretend

I read what you said
About writing the truth
And how
Creativity is measured
Under your roof

But here in the real world
There's no reason or rhyme
Why must you be
Yourself every time?

Sure
It all sounds good
The rules that you make
Stuck in your boxes
Lost in your faiths...
Traveler Tim
2014
What has truth to do with creativity?
 Nov 2016
Allen Robinson
IT'S A THIN LINE
between
Love & Hate
between
Genus & Insanity
between
Hope & Despair

THE DIVIVE GROWS
between
Male & Female
between
Right & Wrong
between
Heaven & Hell.
 Nov 2016
Allen Robinson
I think of you as the moon is high
large and full as my heart is for you

Bright it gleams for all to view
crisp is the night I long to be in your arms

Perfume emanates from the curvatures of your frame
as the essence of you arouses my senses

My thoughts wander up and down your body
my hands claim all they can with a sensual touch

Do you feel it... the chemistry, the heat and passion
once bottled and now unleashed only for you.



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For V.
 Nov 2016
Siren Coast
Fem
I did not ask to enter this world a female,
but it's what God granted me.
I did not ask to be regulated by hormones,
but it is what is expected of me.
I did not ask for this child,
that was forced upon me late one night.
I did not ask for this judgement,
that is so easily handed out.
I did not ask to be called 'baby',
by that man on the subway.
I did not ask for the opinions of my weight,
which are so casually thrown about.
I did not ask for a smaller salary,
due to the genitalia I was provided.
But this is the life I was given, and so I find my tribe.
I find other women who grant me peace and protection.
I advocate for women whose voices are not heard.
I fight for my future daughters.
I protest the hate.
I protest the inequalities.
I protest for our Mother, Earth.
I protest, and I stand, and I cry.
My ****** is my home.
My womb is my decision.
My body my choice.
 Nov 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
You say if i get involved with you
I'll be ruined
Well...let me tell you something
I'm ruined from before
You can't ruin me any further
And honestly we're both doomed anyways..
...victims of the apocalypse named 'love'
Broken and damaged beyond repair
We both have nothing to lose
So let's walk on the path of destruction together
I've lived in isolation for a long time now
I'd rather have some company during my final moment of destruction
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