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 Dec 2014
PrttyBrd
Gilded cage so small and tiny
Even singing comes out whiny
Stinking of fake fresh and piney
Tis the season
Leaking water warm and briny
With good reason

Christmas cheer and glasses toast
Loved ones smile and laugh and boast
I sit perched upon my post
A tinsled column
Invisible reluctant host
A heart that's solemn

A longing for a love so distant
The melancholy is persistent
A smile could erase it in an instant
On a face cherubic
For my heart is not resistent
It's theraputic

So that smile that is perfection
Is mirrored in my own reflection
Without a thought about rejection
Hallucinations
About the subtlest inflection
In Salutations

Surrounded by the merrily intense
With drunkard tendencies immense
A bar with all accoutrements
They pound tequila
Drinking away the sacraments
Oh yes, I feel ya

Merry time with old Kris Kringle
Guests all lubed enough to mingle
Mistletoe hangs and sleigh bells jingle
Gifts homemade
Tables adourned and glasses tingle
Gold brocade

Still I sit all caged and flightless
Blind to joy all sad and sightless
Drink could make it hurt a mite less
I'm going backward
Laying here all limp and lifeless
Broke and fractured

Surrounded by the fake and vexing
Artificial and quite perplexing
Reality they are rejecting
The devil may care
Bellies bare and muscles flexing
Lost underwear

So ******* dancing to the jukebox
Lost alone here in the boondocks
There is no snow upon the rooftops
Ahead they forge
Find a room before that thing pops
It's so engorged

Neighbor ***** all dressed in orange
Wearing gold to make the poor cringe
Stripping time to fill her syringe
I'll be her hinderance
Still too drunk from her last binge
Faulty remembrance

Ridding riff raff from the party
People still drunk on Bacardi
Noxious gasses burp and farty
With toilets makeshift
Worn out makeup on the smarty
She needs a facelift

Time to let the people go
Too tired to keep watching the show
Drinking hard and walking slow
Verbose yet listless
Honey I don't want to know
It's not my business
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not the easiest thing to write, but I do so love a challenge
 Dec 2014
Joel M Frye
My focus shattered into fractals
without kaleidoscopic sense.
No sensual words, no image tactile
having meaning two days hence.
 Dec 2014
Teenage Mess
I'm sleeping, no not living.
The beat wakes me up, no brings me to life.
The lyrics speak to my soul, singing the perfect tune.
Like a puppeteer it controls me, dancing, moving my body across the room.
This is the song, the song that keeps me awake.
This is the song, the song that keeps me alive.
 Dec 2014
Cristina
it's amazing to feel a sense of shy belonging
for souls that I only know from what I've been reading,
some words about how they think  and feel,
their letters of meaning, black on HP blog.
sometimes I ask myself if there's a truth in what they write,
if there's a real pain or joy inside
or it's just a mind thing that comes and goes
from their huge empathy and loving soul.

because reader,
if beauty is not enough in life to be,
the writers will die trying to make you see,
do not worry for wasting time,
another poet will be alive
to show anyone what is worth living for,
you just be an open soul.
 Dec 2014
Ann M Johnson
I'll be alone for Christmas
  You can count on that
   There is snow and no mistletoe
   No presents and no tree
  
    Christmas eve will find me
    Eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's
    I'll be alone for Christmas
    Yes, even in my dreams

    I'll be Alone for Christmas
    There is snow, no mistletoe

    Christmas eve will find me
    Eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's
    I'll be Alone for Christmas
    Yes, even in my dreams
     Yes, even in my dreams
I do love Christmas, whether Alone or not.
Hope this is a comic relief from holiday stress.
I think I'll need to have Kemps
I can not afford Ben & Jerry's
 Dec 2014
Mike Hauser
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
Today I'm a year older so what better way I figure than to rerun the story of my life in a nutshell.
Or actually in a poem...
 Dec 2014
Traveler
Through tired mind
Flows weary thoughts
How long til' time shuts off

Yet I fear little
For ink shall leave
My stain
And so I shall live on
Til' the crumbling
Of the page...
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2014
Erenn
Winter is settling in
Snow begins to fall
Christmas music playing
Getting in the groove and all.

Loners wishing below the mistletoe
Getting a kiss at least on the cheek
Parents buying presents to show
How much they love their kids

Joy is spread all around
A time when all deserves 
A crown of love and joy
Christmas what a happy time of year.*

Opening presents under that decorated tree
Believing in Santa as a kid 
When we grew up and realised with glee
That our parents were actually him.
Sye Italics
Erenn Bold
My first ever collab with the pretty Sye!;)
Been begging her to collab with me and it finally happen!:) So happy:)
 Dec 2014
Carolin
Never experienced the
light before he came. She
only had the dark to blame.
Sitting hours alone in the dark's
violence that ruined her home.
Sitting on the grey stone near
the river bank almost broken
and ******. She felt him pat
her back. Tracing her tear
stained face with nothing but
his fingertips while the other
hand was on her shirt with
black lace. We'll get through
this hand in hand he said. While
pushing away the dark clouds
above her head. It was only a
matter of time that he proved
to her what he said. Sun's light
shined down on her face. Making
her smile light up with grace

Every rubble he'd seen, fear cowered
for the first time. As he became stronger
to save as much lives possible. He never
knew what love meant, until he met her.
It was her eyes, its like the rainbows mixed
together to emit that ethereal iris. This heart
of his, will mourn to the world if she'd been
gone from him. It was with her he found his
forever
.

Being together would complete his life.
He wanted her to become his future wife.
They spent hours exchanging words of love
soft kisses and hugs. Day after day they
got more attached. It was obvious that they
perfectly matched. Adjusting wild flowers,
daffodils and dandelions in her hair. Oh so
pretty how they blend like a chameleon
when left on a branch or a chair. She felt that
her heart started to become more aware of
the love they both share. “How could I be
unaware of such beauty , it makes me forget
the word afraid” he said*.

Even if the world we're living in is dying.
Even if our love were to be short lived. I'll
be with you till the very end" she said. They
could see it, as their lives disappearing in sight. They clenched both their hands tightly
and render to the justice that preached hope
but enslave innocence. But they were content
till the end. They died together, their souls
embark on a new journey. To eternity, to a
forever after. Together* ~
Erenn in italics
Carolin in bold
This dude just has mind blowing talents honestly that's all i can say. Looking forward to write more and more with him. So glad we become friends :)
Check his link below :)
http://hellopoetry.com/ErenY/
 Dec 2014
Rex Forté
We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
I'm  npt Norwegian, but I'm interested in their mythology and history.
 Dec 2014
ryn

       you
               secretly
                       wishing, for
                              your writes to be
                                noticed•simple sign
                             that they have not been
                          missed•with every view
                     and every like•your popu-
               larity does spike•somewhat
          places your art on the poetry
      map•between major players,     
  you close the gap•constantly      
checking to see  who's been              
reading•you're always deli-               
ghted to see the 'yellow                      
lightning'
•a wish...                            
    for those who                             
     are writ-                    
ing      

secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending
* the above does not apply to everyone here.
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