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 Apr 2015
Jonny Angel
Those big thinkers,
those brilliant strategists,
hiding behind institutions
they call freedom,
cannot possibly see
these long lines of people,
trained killers,
standing for post traumatic treatments,
some morsel of comfort,
not to be found
in fairytale endings
or inside four walls.
This is for real.
 Apr 2015
Denisse
Two strange jump but collided in the same way
Months and years of for keeps
The memory of having each other
Seem like everything will be okay.

Intertwined destinies in the paths of ecstasy where regrets and tragedies have no place indefinitely
Tears in pairs in joy and sorrow
fears impaired in fogs of hollow despairs as loved is shared in the friendship declared

Crazy, silly, happy and all extreme feelings
Stepping together in the sane destined path from the universe
Oath of having each other's back
And their galaxies explode into a beautiful disaster
So here's another collab with Jamie King. It's really fun to have collabs. It's difficult but tha magic is two ideas cooperate with another then it results a very nice poem.
I am
What I
Am, but
I don't
Always
Want to
Be me.
Even
When I
Know I
Should be
True to
What I
Know is
Me, I
Still find
A way
To av-
-oid be-
-ing me.
In the
Simple
Hope that
Perhaps
Being
Someone
Else will
Make it
Easi-
-er to
Cope with
For me
And ev-
-ryone
Else who
Knows me.
Or rath-
-er knows
The per-
-son they
Call me.
 Apr 2015
Riot
Why do you hate me?
did i do something wrong?
just yesterday you were staring at me singing a new song.
i heard your cries from your room
why do a knife you hold?
sweet child
my princess

you don't really bleed gold.

you tell me all your secrets
i keep them to this day
and this is how you repay me?
by breaking me in your memory?


why do you scorn me?
did i say the wrong thing?
did i remind you of the memories your beautiful eyes bring?


is this what you've become?
a pile of scars?
why don't you understand when i show you you i show you art
when you smile it's brighter than the sun
even your frown is like the moon
don't let the voices in your head say "it'll all be over soon"
because it won't
i will always be a constant memory
of the screams of your mother
the bruises of your daddy
and before i ever got to show you your beauty

*
you broke me...
 Apr 2015
betterdays
imagine if you will
a piece of handmade paper
heavy but fine grained

and upon the piece
of ivory coloured paper
delicate hues of green,
and blue,
placed in an abstract way
using water colour paints

the paper having been wet
no longer lays flat on the table
but undulates, with small hills
and valleys

and upon that piece of paper
artfully decorated
imagine some words, written
in a round and beautiful cursive
formed by an old fountain pen
the ink used, a deep purple
that has been softened by years
the words, are those of young love,

yet to be tested by time
yet to be tested by seperation
yet to be tested by loss


the paper is old now, set with
four creases from where it had
been folded and left within a book
of wordsworth...


on the front fold, the following
To Mary with much love Jack. 1915

and upon that piece of paper
handmade, delicately decorated
inscribed with love and hope,
the beginnings of a family rested.
todays prompt was difficult in that
it asked you to create a piece of poetic art....
I did do one,a hiaku, on tea, but cannot show it here....
so i decided to described this....
a love letter my grandfather made/wrote for my grandmother....
I found it within an old leatherbound book of Wordsworths poetry...
and we now have it framed
on our wall...
it truly is beautiful.
 Apr 2015
karen dannette
Only I
row upon this stream
The oar hits the blue-green water
Only a woosh is heard upove and below

Above the water, the sunset deepens
Such crimson colors
Burnt sienna and deep purple
When the reflection of the sky meets the water
And you cannot tell where the sky begins or ends

The quiet thoughts of the mind
Simply disappear as quickly as they enter
The clouds have left, only stars remain
As they twinkle and shine as a prayer is answered.

This is where hope begins and faith is full
So magnificent and lovely
Heart grows and yearns for only this moment
Forever remembered, always kept as a photograph

Only I am
Rowing upon this water.
Was just staring at a painting -- being inspired!
 Apr 2015
Steven Hutchison
He is a fool
who, when the sky is lit
in the morning dew,
scowls at Spring
and shrugs.
She is immutable.
Brimming with chances
and hard won charm,
not a tremor in her voice.
She is singing.
Always singing
that honeysuckle song.
He is a fool
who misconstrues his gravity.
Ignorant of his orbit,
trying to tilt the world.
She is unruffled,
and he will roll off her back,
smooth as the mallard,
washing his face
in the sunrise pond.
 Apr 2015
freeing the mind
I never wanted simple, I never quite 'got' it,
Complication was my easy way, As I could hide behind every crack,
With you this was different, There was no hiding,
You pushed all my buttons, I revelead the real me,
Still this is not simple, But easier than the hiding was,
And for this I thank you for saving me.
 Apr 2015
Jamie King
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey, their
tales are now marred by pain.
The starved and broken pick
away
The pieces of the heart that bleeds in vain,
breeding dismay.
Scarlet footprints on the road to heal again
broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre
 Apr 2015
Sjr1000
I don't know what I'm doing,
I don't know where I'm going,
I don't know who I'm being.
I keep getting asked this riddle
for which I have no answer,
An answer with a riddle
I can't decipher.

I'm only trying to be
the vision I'm a seeing
but it seems sometimes
so meaningless to me.

I can only nod and smile
as my words are delivered,
I can only look at the door
and wonder who
it was that stole the mirror.

I know somewhere
a breeze is blowing
but it isn't inside of me
I keep watching my shoes
waiting for one of them to make a move.

I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.

Where do you look when you are so lost
and can you tell me
what will be the cost
to find one's heart's desire,
I don't have the answer.

I don't know the road ahead,
a rearview mirror floats in my head.
The darkness is on either side
I know I have these flashlights
hidden somewhere inside.

Listen closely
you can hear your name
calling you,
But this time instead
down the road
I will go.

I don't know what I'm seeing
I don't know what I'm feeling
I can't find the road to being
I only know what I've been told
I only know what I believe
my mind has been known to deceive,
I don't know who I'm trying to be,
I guess I'll find it as I go,
Moving on down the line,
One more time.

You can come along with me
but only if you want to be.
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
My two sides in the overflew
With ashes of universe
I then went to wind
With the whorl of time

You do not see me
Anyone else have indulged
May be History tells the truth
Again, can not say

Where is my existence
Thousands million years
which was washed
On the air
In water
Blood
Marrow

Changes in the pages of history
Interest
The clash
Dialectics
Who is going to look for the truth
Lying on the wind
Rode the wrong emotion
I lost myself

The known river
Seems unknown
The vast forest
The little free bird beside my window
Her song
Her dance
Does not want to play flute anymore
In
The mind
Soul

Strong wind of Strangers
The moment comes to pass
Era
Epoch
Whatever floats through years
Of her songs
Abstract tune

I who seek
The truth of the time
That flows into
The bottom of my heart
Draws a cosmic gravity
Yet waiting for a new Sunflower's bloom

~~
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