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A mysterious crave entwined the air
in that moment all words were mess
when river breeze frolicked with her hair
sun pinked rose smeared her face!

We stood below a casuarina tree
the dust windblown scattered far
neath slumberous sky that breathed lazy
there was so much I wished to tell her!

But rested my hand upon her nape
dreaming that frame to shimmer long
with a clumsy yearn that took no shape
dropping to earth with casuarina's song!

Of passing time a momentous shot
in the autumn noon’s silent cavern
a ripple’s life was all it got
no rewind could be no return!
 Sep 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Don't Let Go

We listen to the evening news
Hear things we can't believe
Get up and change the channel
And pretend we didn't see

The events unfold around us
And we lock ourselves inside
Thinking that behind closed doors
It won't effect our lives

We watch as others struggle
And turn the other way
Tell ourselves someone else
Will come and save the day

Just when did we stop caring
No longer lend a hand
Forget to show compassion
The love for fellow man

What happened to forgiveness
Where did the pride of giving go
We must find a way to turn back time
And make sure we don't let go

Don't Let Go


Carl Joseph Roberts
If you like add it to a couple of your collections.
 Sep 2014
Poetic T
I want to unzip my mind,
To let the
Voices
Echoes
Thoughts
Bleed out, too crowded,
I wanted to scream but they
Would follow suit,
And my mind was a
Echo chamber,
Screams,
Cries,
Frightened,
Voices lost in a
Crowd
I need to open up
I wished each to leave
So a blade used
Cut
Bleed
Silence
Those with in
I scalp my brow, nerves scream,
"But I will be free"
As I bleed
A skull I see,
Voices quietening
I hear my voice,
But it asks
"What have you done"
It was them wishing for release
I bleed upon the  floor
As voices
Laugh,
Chuckle,
Silence,
Ensues, as they got what they want
I lie bleeding
"Screaming"
And this time its my voice
I hear screaming out...
 Sep 2014
eunsung aka Silas
not lost or found
nor seeking or avoiding
just **being
I was thinking about Taoist sages as I watched an old Tibetan Terrier named Ping sleep.  If dogs can be sages, then he truly embodies the Way. ;)
I know what time it is
At your place five past three
Night’s thinning for goodbye kiss
You are sunk in poetry!

Moon seeks recline to west
Stars are craving dawn of sun
Yet your mind hasn’t found rest
Chasing words on the free run!

Go to sleep angel tarry not
Before the fire burns you whole
For the coming day spare a thought
Close eyes till the night is coal!

You need to stop before hours grow small
Birds wake up in dewy rain
Rest my angel can’t catch them all
Your poems of joy and pain!
 Sep 2014
Poetic T
I am thought
Energy,
That travels
Upon a
Wire,
Of nerves
That is outdated
As like the dinosaurs,
But thought is pure
It is
Electric,
There will be a time
When there is no need for
Flesh,
&
Bone,
When thought will
Be as is meant to be
Energy
=
Thought
=
Existence
On a level where distance
Is like energy
But as a single thought,
We will travel
By thought alone,
See things
Unimagined,
But only comprehended
When we release the
Flesh,
And be what evolution grants,
What has pushed the
Boundaries,
Limits,
Sights,
I am Energy, I am Everywhere,
I am *Thought.
 Sep 2014
Ocho the Owl
It's moments like these

moments of exhaustion
moments of sullen solitude
moments of wondering what the point of moving forward is...

When I don't have the energy or motivation
Moments that I can't be strong

that I have you
I have this outlet

you be strong for me when I cannot
I will do the same for you one day

Namaste
Buried in the quagmire of questions

the lonely traveler gasps.

Faith suffocates, belief stifles

and he seeks answers no more.

He regrets he walked into a one way trapdoor.
 Sep 2014
Helen
I have a neighbour, he's going on 98
I don't really know him but I don't hate
how he gets up every morning at 6am
and rambles in his garden even when
I'm trying to sleep late
I walk my dog around my neighbourhood
and people nod and say hello
but I'm no more interested in their lives
then a passing glance and smile
as I walk towards my humble home
I live amongst many lives
that fracture against themselves
they may be semi religious, or zealots
but I could never tell
Just as I walk these streets
uncaring of a Diety
I couldn't give a single thought
to if you went to church this morning
I couldn't care less if your knees are bruised
from going down in prayer several times
I don't give a passing flippancy
If you woke this morning at 10am
and your first drink was Wine
I don't particularly know my neighbours
except for passing smiles and nods
I don't particularly care for religion
and I don't care to know God
I should write a note here...
One, who makes One's problems
reflections of the External,
opts that One's Reality
shall manifest as One's Hell.

One, who realizes One's problems
root most often in One's Self,
opts that One's Reality
shall manifest as One's Nirvana.
 Sep 2014
bones
The last man alive
raised his gun
and emptied it
into the sun
as it sank
out of sight
left alone
in the night
he couldn't decide
what he'd won.
what will we do when
there is nothing left to ****
and nothing left to die for?
 Sep 2014
The Messiah Complex
I often feel alone
even though I 'm reminded
that I have family
that loves me

but sometimes

Family is just a mirror that
chooses to reflect every bad decision
you've ever made in your life
while hiding behind the glass

Sometimes, conversations are held
on one way streets, where sin only comes
in black and white, and the ones that love you
hold gavels between clenched fists

Sometimes, love looks like scorn
and hugs feel a lot like straight jackets that
leave bruises in the shape of hearts
and I-told-you-sos

So I'm alone, and a sinner
*tell me something I didn't already know.
 Sep 2014
The Messiah Complex
We are
only footsteps away
from returning to 
our infancy
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