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 Sep 2014
Mia Barrat
Pray that she doesn't plead insane,
When they ask her: "close your eyes":
These men who seem to cause her pain
Do not know more than her disguise.

You'll never hear her whine, complain,
For she lets no one slow her stride;
May the ones who caused her pain
Find her tall and dignified.

There is no cage that can contain
This woman that the Lord has made;
May the ones who caused her pain
Find her proud and unafraid.

Do not assume my will shall wane,
You know, in sum, the price I paid;
May the ones who caused me pain
Find me proud and unafraid.
 Sep 2014
stéphane noir
you are beautiful.
you are tragically beautiful.
you are notre dame
at night.
you are the eiffel tower
amidst bombshells.
you are the house of commons
and the house of lords.
you are the lone beam
standing after Katrina.
you are the one baby sea turtle
who makes it off the beach.
you are the dark side of the moon.
you are the patch of sand
struck by lightning.
you are the remains discovered
after the plane goes down.
you're a smooth puddle in a parking lot.
you are the creaky stair
that warns of intruders.
you are all of the red skittles.
you are Job 3:14.
 Sep 2014
TrAceY
On a payphone in Swift Current I am calling you
on a road leading nowhere the miles stretch before me
like burning crosses telephone wires so hot
they send sparks flying through the sky
no sun shines here but my skin feels...thought you'd want
to know about the man who gave me this cigarette he tried
to buy my love with smoky dreams do you understand? my need
my addiction I am striking a match S.O.S. to your heart

The big green sign says I am only three hundred miles shy
of holding you still I had to call say hello/goodbye
and somewhere in between I miss you perhaps
my love will remain in this land endless towers of wheat
desolate and beautiful
One of my first poems. It won a contest and it will always be one of my faves:)
 Sep 2014
Hailey P
I opened my door for you
And you came in
And burned my house down

My lungs are filling with smoke
But I can't leave
 Sep 2014
Hailey P
My eyes have gone empty,
And my hands started shaking again,
The exhaustion it takes just to pretend-
Yes, all is well.

Whats a home? Mines become a prison,
When I disappear you will all see,
My ******* anxiety was eating me-
Yet I still smiled.

Lately everything’s so ******* dull,
I don’t know how to save myself anymore,
The wounds on my wrist are too sore-
I can’t breathe.
a poem i wrote a few years ago after the death of a friend

nate
 Sep 2014
mark john junor
the dead poet of your romantic youth
left behind his melodious words in song
left behind his roadside fast eyes neatly packaged
still can purchase his dream down at the five and dime
still can find a tight leather pants version
of his photograph looking lizard like
in clean bollywood style

the dead poet of your romantic youth
lingers there in her eyes
she always said he was so rad
with her eighties big hair
the dead poet was in one of his many revivals
they would drag the poor old slob out
prop him up and take a picture
the dead poet lizard king
his words faded now
as his star on the walk of fame
tribute to jim morrison (i still like his work even after all the hype)
 Sep 2014
Michael Amery
I'm struggling with a heaviness,
Not easily weighed
Or accepted,
Yesterday crushes me beneath failed dreams,
Our tears,
An angry ocean with a woman's name,
Yours.
Forgive me as I forgive you.
One day I know we will breath easy
As the regrets that choke soften with time.
Until then my burden grows as I add your name to the list,
An epitaph of the loving.
 Sep 2014
mark john junor
she says she cant feel anything
as she is cutting shapes of butterfly's into the paper thin
draws little rivers i cant swim
but she smiles and says thats fine
cause she likes me long as i don't talk too much
'specially bout her childhood mutt
she dragged that mutt every place
had really sad eyes
he's somewhere round here i'm sure
just shadow of his former selves
just like me

just like me
but she don't seem to mind
we sit in the regulation standard size sunlight window
and i watch her while she watches traffic crawl
the hospital grounds an expanse of grass
that someday we will someday go play upon
someday when her screaming doesn't hurt so much
when the nurses don't linger to catch

her childhood mutt is barking again, i can see it in her face
she breaks out the soap but it wont help
she trims out another butterfly
out of the paper thin
it just lay there echoing silently
like her tears
i try to kiss them away before visiting hours are over
but there are allways more shapes of butterfly's in the paper thin
drawing little rivers i cant swim
little rivers i can't swim
(about a girl i knew a lifetime ago)
 Sep 2014
Amitav Radiance
Everything was but a dream
I hear you calling out to me
Your silence is audible from afar
A plea to listen to your soul
I am floating away from you
When you try to reach out to me
We are just frozen in time
There is nowhere we can go
Our heartbeats have come to a standstill
Only memories which are alive
We have lost track of time
The world goes on-
But we are lost in the moment
Nowhere will we feel alive
Except when we are wrapped in this dream
A journey between us
Where we fail to move beyond this
I've had a certain amount of misery
       Locked away
            Deep inside of me
Well, here's the key....  
     I'm throwing it down the drain,
                     Watch it disappear,
Float away with the rain.
No one will ever again reach the core of me,
        It's locked away tight.
Some ghosts may flicker late at night
        But in the light of day,
I'll never again believe a word you say.
           I should have known
Deep somewhere I knew...
         All the things you said, they were never true.
Never true.
    I wish I'd never met you...
        As for the pain you caused me?
                       I'm through.
Good luck finding the key,
       *I'm done with misery.
I'd like to credit Adele (set fire to the rain) for the line "all the things you said they were never true, never true", that song was my inspiration for this and I don't want to be accused plagerism.

I'm proud to say.....  I'm done with misery!  :)
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
Alone in a blank meadow
even that night hadn't grown any shadow

Certainly I had seen
the mystic moonlight was falling on the purples of the valleys, dancing  with the sweet summer breeze


Certainly I had seen,
Her smile on the dark side of the moon,
how did she unclosed herself in an unclogged sky!
how did her glimmer attract the arbitary!
did you see her streaming  beauty anytime?

I am not a poet at all,
So I could not write an ode about her beauty,
Yeah, finally dreams were coming slowly from the wide open sky_

Slowly and Slowly,
I was mingling with her shimmering
even I could not bear her long
wild and mad looks,
such a heavy unfolded glee,
Oh! very smashing shines spreading beyond  the valley,
That only be vented by the poetess Shelley....


@Musfiq us shaleheen
sometimes beauty grabs us and it feels unspeakable but we enjoy it in our mind and soul and it grows romanticism....
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