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 Mar 2018
Michael
Brothers and sisters of ink and blood.
Storytellers, poets, connoisseurs of love.
The downhearted, broken. Betrothed and betrayed.
Lend me your ear, your heart, and your page.

My quill has run dry, but yours still runs free.
My imagination is dim, though you still believe.
I said hello, poetry. Goodbye tainted thoughts.
But it takes more than words to break such locks.

So, write me a sonnet, haiku, or a ballad.
A lymeric, lyric, even elegies are valid.
Deliver your song of keyboard clicks,
Tell of your lover, your pain, politics.

Grant me this wish,
Fulfill this desire.
I am freezing cold,
and your words are on fire.
Leave a verse in the comments!
 Mar 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
I was your bridesmaid but don't know you now
In orange satin gown with circles that went round
I stood near your side in your white wedding dress
But I never knew you in that church where flowers rest.

Though only a child in lace edged gloves
Carrying a white bible given with love
And wearing the crucifix a gift with shoes
I stood and waited for the lady I never knew.


I still have one glove made of lace
And the leather bible in its plastic case
But I never knew you and soon I'll be gone
Thank you for letting me share your song.
A bridesmaid at 14 to my uncle Raymond whom I loved and died at 58
Susan was his wife .Very quiet and reserved.But thank you for letting me be a bridesmaid.Most girls wanted to be in those days , 1960sLove Mary
 Mar 2018
Amanda
Take me to the moon
I want to listen to the silence
And walk where I can’t fall
Build me a rocket
Want to go where life makes sense
No one to talk to, no one to call

Leave a Planet
A hundred billion bodies full
No sign of stopping the grow
It’s not like rabbits
You can’t control with a cull
Humans reap what they sow and sow

Living in a bubble
A thousand years from now
No trees, concrete will rule
Build me a rocket
I am heading into space for my final bow
Yes, you may laugh, may think I’m a fool

But I’m a spaceman
I am going to fly into space
Going to take my chances in the voids
Find the peace
Leave behind this disillusioned human race
Moon, population one, how will that look in the tabloids.
 Mar 2018
Patricia LeDuc
I sent a Valentine’s Day card to a friend
Filled with get well wishes…
Hoping she was on the mend
I sealed it with heart stickers
On the envelope flap

Got my mail today
And what did I see?
Familiar hearts stickers
On the envelope flap

I thought it was from her
But it was not to be

DECEASED?
I cried
No not her

RETURN TO SENDER?
I didn’t know
How could that be?

UNABLE TO FORWARD?
What do you mean?
Don’t angels get mail?
March 26th 2018
For Liz
1/9/18 Gone too soon.
A horrific way to find about a death
You are never prepared to see those words
Deceased - Return to sender- Unable to forward
I received this in my mail..not knowing she was gone
 Mar 2018
Valene
What is love?

Is it when I look at you and go brain dead
Speechless, because I've never seen such beauty
I can't do anything but smile in your presence
Like how bleeding hearts can't help but grow in the sun

Is it when you become my only fantasy
When I close my eyes and see your face glued in my mind
When you've become a sticky note in my memory box
A million dollar account in my memory bank

Is it when your eyes make me feel like I've been captured by doves
Like I'm soaring through the skies and your touch has got me secured in the heavens
When your lips seem to be a kings feast
A piece of heaven sculpted into perfection
When poppies and grass can't drug me as much as your kiss does

Is it when my heart bleeds when yours starts to shed
When your enemies are preparing your death bed and I can't do anything but fight for your life
When I can't feel anything but the need to protect you
To act as your guardian angel in your times of need

If the answer is no
Then I guess I don't love you
Then I guess I'm not loving you the right way
 Mar 2018
Star BG
Captured in a lucid dream I am,
moving in a place where
reality tickles senses.

Am I awake? Am I asleep?
Senses say, I am in full awaken state.
Say, I’m moving in graceful style,
inside the gentle breeze.

Captured in visions grand I am
where there are no prisoners
but just souls interacting with grace.

Am I awake? Am I in subconscious state?
Energies of light center to give me serenity.
They echo,
"I am awake."
Inspired by Benji James Thanks
 Mar 2018
Apostrophe's
I've got a lot of questions
And I've learned a lot of lessons
But the relentlessness to ask 'em
  Always keeps me guessin'
You learn things better the hard way...
Should I starve today
  and spend my money on the lottery?
Or buy a 12 pack and attack another artery
Every day it's gettin' harder for me
But it's feelin' like there's a part of me
That's startin' me to realize
things ain't really like they oughta be.
People's justification and rationalization
Keep me tuned in on a station
findin' life even more evasive.
and I find myself just wasting
all my patience on just waitin'
and thinking in contemplation
When I awaken...
Will I still wander while I wonder
And wonder while I wander
How much longer
it'll be
'til we grow strong enough to see
that what we actually believe
isn't fact
and we've been decieved
everyone will be relieved
That we just need to plant a seed
And a new garden will grow
Like it did so long ago to make today
And in our day and age
It seems that things will never change
But change today or walk the plank
Steady movin' up the ranks
Until I stopped and thought in thanks
to the conclusions I draw and then erase.
Listen to my inner dialogue it says...
Only reason we're breathin'
Is cuz while others were bleedin'
People were seein' the treason
And called together a meetin'
  To declare authority
A reason of ignoring me
A reason of exploring the seas
A reason of cuttin' down trees
where animals used to breathe and live free.
Instead we lock 'em in cages
or shoot 'em with 22 gauges
It's so outrageous
Our worth is based on our wages
We **** to get some bills
with a buncha old guy's faces
And sit back in amazement
With a smile on our face-lift
Wrote most of this when I was much younger...hence the title...enjoy angry teenage me. Somehow I remembered most of it. Lol...
 Mar 2018
Apostrophe's
From the depths of my soul
My most reputable
source of information Told me
to keep it real
but the reel's spinnin' Towards me
and the fact of the matter
is a matter of fact
the laughing stock
is just a toy warehouse in the back
and these feelings are just feelings
and it's clearly appearing
that merely believing
is healing the cracks
Sanity intact
Man it seems that that alone
Would satisfy my manic past
A lapse of judgement
Frequents me
So let's adjust the frequency
Muster up the decency
To face it head on peacefully
Turn another leaf for me
To at least get through this evening
So I can focus on just healing me
 Mar 2018
Apostrophe's
My mind tricked my body into believing reality is an illusion
aloofness
deeply rooted
in seclusion caused delusion.
If the shoe fits
tighten loose fits
with a noose fit
for your waist
hiken up those hand me downs
I might get up the might
to take a liking to
the sights and sounds
divide it up
and write it down
and share another view for you
and maybe switch your attitude
towards working towards your
aptitude
some interesting app and views
on your social network laugh and use
it as a way of getting back at you.
Cuz I was never shown the ropes
We do a little do-si-do
in hopes that we can hold our own
when goin' toe to toe
most I know was grown in home
groan and moan
touchdown endzone
E.T... phone home
Throw sticks and stones
I'm at work ...your home alone
with nothing better to do so ...
get ahold
of that broad you know
with the older bro
the more brew he brings the less I know
'fo show....
The stage is set
so raise your bets
abstain, obsess,
complain, upset
Upbeat,
down sweat ...
But we regress to benefit
Extravagance
encapsuled in
outlandish acts of fallacy
Don't be mad at me
cuz im moving up gradually
and actually
beatin mes a fantasy
That could only occur in your wildest dreams ...so close your eyes
Look inside
Your minds eye..
Let the imagery
shift your tendencies..
Lecture me on pins and needles
The Seamless
seamstress
seems stressed in the fetal position within but able to deal at her wits end wishing
she could talk just feels like no one would listen
 Mar 2018
Amanda Kay Burke
It is hard to be loyal
When a friend ignores
The unwritten quiet code
Among better shores

They delicately drift away
Leaving no trace behind
Except unspoken words
That we cannot find

Bound to a promise
Turned to a curse
Our ups and downs
Poured out into verse

Rumors, secrets, and lies
Run rampant through the day
While we helplessly watch
Worn memories fade

The more that we struggle
The harder it gets
To work and untangle
Our huge woven mess

Like a broken record
We cannot mend
There seem to be cliffs
Around the next bend

We have built a wall
That cannot be torn down
Now in a sea of anger
We both stubbornly drown

Meaningless smiles
Can't fool us anymore
I think it is time
We walk out the door

It kills me to say this
I do not want to lie
Somehow I will still love you
I am saying goodbye
An old one I took out some extra buts and ands and rephrased a few lines and the difference is phenomenal.
 Mar 2018
Ciel Noir
What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
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