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 Mar 2017
Sjr1000
he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.
 Mar 2017
Traveler
I have driven
The climbing mind
Far past the cliffs
Of "by design"
Above the caves
Of spiritual slaves
With nothing left
To give away

I have scaled
The suffering soul
With broken spirit
I'm sure you know
How high the summit
As we grow old...

Mostly though
I'm so glad I had
A chance to meet you
Upon this road
...
Traveler Tim
 Mar 2017
Sk Abdul Aziz
I've seen your eyes
They're constantly looking at me
I can tell that they want me
So burn me with the fire of lust that is coursing through your veins
Spare not an inch of me
I want to be devoured
I don't care about what anyone might say or think
I've spent far too many nights teary-eyed, lonely...broken and bruised
I'm longing to be touched
Hold me tight and don't let go
Even if for a few moments
'Coz those few moments....they seem like an eternity to me
In those few moments i feel at my happiest and safest
In those few moments i'm transported to a state of bliss
Just for a day i want to wake up being covered with someone's else's aroma
Just for a day i want to wake up feeling wanted or craved
Just for a day i want to break-up with loneliness
Just for a day i want to talk and listen to someone other than myself
I want you so bad
And i know you want me too
So let us surrender ourselves and partake in the festival of lust
where we try and discover and decipher our darker side
 Mar 2017
anu
Really feeling very bad to write sad always
And guilty too
To the world I can act
But here I couldn't
When I read poems
My longing increases
And think y God hates only me
When see some poems sad
Just think y am losing my sense of poetry too
Once I record my sadness as beautiful poetry
But now I hate myself
I don't want to write
So went and heard music
Still am same sad
Music is awesome
But am got some
....insane
Sort for posting

I love HP like anything
But I think I need to quit
To save lovable HP

Sorry ...
Planning for deleting .... May I poet friends ????
 Mar 2017
Kelly Rose
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live
Just hot and humid, a living hell
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
Endless summer leaves my joy felled
Drowning my sorrows with Zinfandel
(lamenting)
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live*

Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2017
 Mar 2017
Chris
you know those hills
that you take with
your car
and it sends your
guts into your heart?

yeah, i wanna
live life
like that.
 Mar 2017
Melissa S
Time hasn't healed me of the pain
I will always remember his name

To feel close to him all I have now are his beautiful words
I imagine him saying them to me in a voice I once heard

He was all that I ever could or did want
Now lost to him my darkened eyes will forever haunt

He is still the music that plays ongoing in my heart
He awoken in me a melody before my love for him did start

I know he is lost to me but I still revisit him in my mind
I relive all the memories of us together all the time

I  try and remember our last conversation our last kiss
then wrap my arms around the air of emptiness

Time hasn't healed me of the pain
I will always remember his name

I guess its fair to say he will always remain my lethal dose
I will be forever chasing his ghost
Reworked older poem
 Mar 2017
Druzzayne Rika
I see my chance to be happy
              walking ahead of me
But there is a possibility  ,
                that I might get hurt.
Should I run behind
                or should not risk it
This dilemma runs in mind
                               and my thoughts aren't kind
 Mar 2017
kenny Diamond
i  never get  why people are so fake   They run  there mouth behind your back but smile to your face. Always  looking for  the weakness.    At times  it so clear just  like stain glass window.  I should just put this mask on but  never was meant to wear.  All   long  you judged me  with  the  negative outlook thinking  you knew me.  So fast show hate  but forgot  the words  you say over take  your  heart like cancer. I never wanted be just another  sheep.  I am just   man that  is misunderstood .
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