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 May 2014
Louise
I just want, to peacefully sleep
enveloped in your arms
I don't even want to see
just want to be out of harm
      Staying here, forever in safety
      inhaling your scent, it's home
      you'll whisper so sweet and quietly
      I won't ever feel alone
Tenderly wrapped around me
I can feel the warmth of your love
whispering 'It's me and you only'
it feels like rays from the sun
      Dreaming, here I lay
      softly caressing only you
      will it be long enough I pray
      to let my love seep through
yet I know I am desperately alone
and you are not really here
but my heart, unable to cope
refused to believe love can disappear
 May 2014
Manonsi
Choosy, contemplating all options,
or even disdainfully passing
by without so much as a look,

Is how they see her, laughing
awkwardly, when they suggest
spells and love potions.

All is in jest.
But why is she alone?

Always quiet, unfathomable gaze.
Hides worlds in her sighs
when she shields neath a book.

If they knew of the thirst
the fire
bursts

Love is a stranger to her
Daftly escaping everyone's tries
of introduction, under
pressure, nimble lies
when they fail.

Is that why
she is alone?
 May 2014
Scarlett O
Grass to feed the cows.
Cows to feed the people.
People to feed the insanity.
This life was never mine.
A temporary existence,
A futile attempt,
to exist,
in a world,
         in a society,
with backward priorities
          and corrupt authority.
This universe
          with all of its
contempt
and
pain.
Tears running down the
cheeks of a better people.
Take me home.
I
            Never
belonged here.
 May 2014
Louise
Need love to be so close
a comfort to surround me
need love by my side

Tell me you miss me
that it's me that you want
wipe away all the tears I cried

I desperately crave to feel
that there's no one else around us
and it's a world without lies

Wrap your arms around me
I'll stay there for a while
in this place I'll want to hide

Look into my eyes
so deep into my thoughts
there, you can abide

Know me and feel me
keep me so close
any storm we can ride

Always together exploring
searching and discovering
the amazing world so wide

I'll need nothing else
'til the end of my days
my sustenance you can provide

Any worries or fears
I'll share them I promise
in you I will confide

I'll look up to you
stand next to you so willing
my heart so full of pride

If we have to part
please make it brief
and return to me like the tide
 May 2014
Bjørn O Holter
I refuse to die
Before my eyes have witnessed
A butterfly's birth
Another haiku... Haven't really had much time to  sit down and write  this week.
 May 2014
betterdays
five ducks
have stopped traffic
well one duck,
four ducklings
and a
security guard,
with a lollipop sign
have stopped traffic
on the university avenue

and that's just fine...
happens regularly
 May 2014
Mike Hauser
My daddy was a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives

My daddy always raised me
To do what I thought right
The lessons that my daddy taught
Have helped me throughout this life

He lived on mountain wisdom
And showed me in my youth much of the same
Said son don't spend all your days in the valley
Cause in the lowlands there's no gain

And boy don't take the path well worn
That's been cleared out all soft and smooth
Take the one with rocks and ledges
So you'll have something to hold on to

That's why today I'm a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives
 May 2014
Jack
When the moon
finds you
hiding in the dark,
fear not
for it has no hands
Just a thought on child abuse...not really sure if it makes any sense.
 May 2014
SG Holter
I was such a beautiful child,
With my shoulder lengths of
Sun bleached barley.

Smiled little pearl soldiers in
Line. Old glassesless ladies
Took me for
Girlchild.

But I grew twisted like an
Appletree around a
Graveyard path
Lightpost.

Teeth came out crooked.
Hair fell out at thirteen.
I was big for my age;
Grew other hair in places
I never knew I would.

My voice broke as if in
Sorrow over the child
Inside that had
Died. After that I spoke as if
Into a bucket.

Sometimes I catch my father
Gazing at me through a slight veil
Of grievance for that same
Child.

I would never dream
To blame him.
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