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 Jul 2014
Sally A Bayan
Icing...

This Sunday morning dawned so differently
I woke up to a lively disposition
The fresh air surrounding me smells of flowers
so rose-fragrant..

This early, I think of you.....

And I see the cream on my coffee
The strawberry jam on my toast

I feel I have plenty of honey to sweeten my lemonade
On a hot summer day


A dash of pepper....plus,
A pinch of a bay leaf,
To enhance the taste of my
Chicken Adobo...


Always, on late night snacks,
You are the ice cream topping
On my slice of apple pie,


The bubbles in my glass of wine
When I am celebrating,
When basking in your presence,
In our happy moments together...


I'll even tell you
You are some kind of sweet music
To start the good memories flowing
When we are apart...


I am thinking,
Even in the years to come,
You shall always be the finishing touch...
The icing,
To complete my whole being...

In my life,
I have never been so certain....


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...felt good from start to finish, so this must be a feel-good write...
 Jul 2014
Mike Hauser
watered downed love
all we have these days is
watered downed love

we sprinkle flavor here and there
to add a little Savoir-faire
to our daily lives of no one cares

which leaves us with...

watered downed love
all we have these days is
watered downed love

most times we let it go to waste
rather bland without much taste
with nothing there to replace

which leaves us with...

watered downed love
all we have these days is
watered downed love
 Jul 2014
Dhaye Margaux
A distant cry
Such wounded knee
A searching soul
It's breaking me

A fading voice
Such broken heart
A shattered dream
Tears me apart

I'm not surprised
To hear that call
That distant cry
Your broken soul

Such aching days
Can you forget?
How would you live
Without regret?

You have to start
It's not the end
Move on and live
Forgive to mend

New hope is there
Just let it be
You will succeed
Go and you'll see

Forget the past
It's hard to do
But God is there
He'll guide you through.
He will guide you.
 Jul 2014
The Messiah Complex
Life is a song
we must all endure
and most times, sing I do
forgetting the words, I improvise
from within this prison, I sing
off key and out of tune, bellowing blues
that only other caged souls
can understand
 Jul 2014
wordvango
You are a goddess
                                             bearing aphorisms,
                     winged words
                descended
                                       from angels
breath
              birthed golden gilded,
                                                                      individual
                Springs ephemeral flowing
                         down verb filled
                              streams of  
                              adjectives,

                       adjuncts to
                 towering majestic
pronouns                             most
                              naked

                in their originality,

                uttered
                      virginal,unstained

          no matter their verse,
            
  immortal,
                             feeling unrestrained.
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
It starts with an idea, thus it is conceived
It grows over time, forming line after line
It consists of nouns, verbs, adjectives
It sometimes takes minutes or hours, or days ,or years
to fully form, It can be laborious starting with a rough draft
at times several papers pile up in the trash
It can consist of similes and metaphors, or take a short story form
It grows more until it is complete, thus the poem is born, after it arrives like a proud parent you look at the poem and declare it is good and ready to share

The poem can be personified, it can touch human emotion it can invoke sadness  and or happiness or at times touch our funny bone or remind us of a past romance, or the good old days

In the end the effort can be worthwhile especially if it can produce a smile
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
There are days when I wish I could rewind and start over again
There are days where I wish I could fast forward just to make it through
There are other days when I get to spend with you, on those days I wish I could press pause or freeze frame to make the moment last longer
Those times make life worthwhile and cause me to smile,
You cheer me up with your unique style
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
My emotions I sometimes stuff deep inside
I hide them pretty well for a while at least
They silently start to swell, my sadness becomes deeper than the deepest well
If you want to reach me don't preach to me, and say just snap out of it, that don't help
I know you just don't understand. I wish you would walk beside me and just be there
so i know you care
My tears overflow on the inside, you can not see them
I feel like I'm in hell, stuck in this deepest well
I'm sorry this is not as positive as my former poems
I struggle with a depressive disorder and this is how i feel in the midst of it.
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
You came into our lives like a shooting star
You dazzled us with your Amethyst light
You too quickly disappeared into the night
You made an impact on our lives
You remain in our hearts and our memories
We are forever changed because of you
This poem is first of all dedicated to my friend on here Jelly Belly who recently lost her Grandma.
Secondly to my Dad who when he was alive had a February Birthday
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
I thought I would try life in a bubble safe from the worlds trouble
I also thought the bubble would keep me from germs a double blessing
Life here in the bubble seemed to go at a slower pace
I'm here in the bubble away from the human race
I am protected from crime
I am enjoying time with me, myself and I
I am not watching the news no news is good news right
I am shut out from everyone
I wonder does anyone remember me anymore
I'm starting to feel claustrophobic stuck in the bubble
I did not mean to shut out the ones I love
I would scream but no one would hear me
I am isolated from everything and everyone except my thoughts
I am imprisoned by my thoughts
If you were near, you would hear me say burst this bubble and let me out
I want to live life again  
I want to breathe again, outside the bubble
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
I have not seen the sunshine in quite awhile
I also miss your smile
I miss nature walks
I miss long talks
I miss the smell of roses in the park
I miss late night movies after dark
I also miss the laughter, that's in the room when I visit you
I also miss me, because without you, I am not the same and that is a shame
I am not one to make demands
I am not going to command you to forget me not
I just want you to know that I am here if you need me
 Jul 2014
Ann M Johnson
You are my nights and my days and everything great
 Jul 2014
Unknown
You loved the day we met
You listened to my words
Smiled at my silly jokes
And held my hand in the dark

You picked me up
And carried me away from it all
You kept me warm
When the rain of my emotions
Gave your mind frostbite

And when it all went to hell
And all the hands I used to reach for
Recoiled in disgust
Yours was there
And you gripped me tightly to your heart

When I gave it all up
And replaced it all with self hatred
You watched as I ate myself
Folded inwards and withered
And you watered the roots of my hope

When I took steel
And pressed it to skin
You saw me fall
Bleeding regret
And you picked me up
And carried me away from it all

You brought me flowers to smell
So the white walls didn't seem as bad
And when I cried
You caught my tears and returned them to me
In a goblet of scarlet

You kept me warm
You picked me up
And carried me away from it all

Where have you gone?
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