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 Jul 2015 Denise
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
 Jul 2015 Denise
Chris
~

I wake up and again
my first thought is you,
a smile appears on my face

The morning sun is
shining through my window
as I imagine what the day will bring

I get ready for work
as a poem floats around inside of
my head and I can’t wait to write it

I grab my keys and wallet thinking,
“What you are doing right now,
is it me you are missing?”

I walk outside the front door,
seeing a beautiful dawn waiting,
and breathe in the fresh air

Realizing, I am taking another step
on the pathway to forever, and I wonder
*“Will you walk it with me?”
Good morning beautiful
 Apr 2015 Denise
Daisy C
I looked up towards the night sky,
and upon my gaze I noticed
your face laying upon it,
slowly you were consumed by the other constellations,
you slowly faded away and what seemed like forever, was only a mere second it took you to leave me behind...
This doesn't make sense but....
 Apr 2015 Denise
MKF
Seven Years
 Apr 2015 Denise
MKF
I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.
 Apr 2015 Denise
josin137
Shatters
 Apr 2015 Denise
josin137
What keeps me awake late at night, are the thoughts of you...

The way you look at me,
The way you smile at me,
The way you talk to me,
The way you wave to me.

It makes me feel special

But

When I see you looking at her the same way you looked at me...

My heart shatters into pieces.
I wish you knew how much you affected me
 Apr 2015 Denise
Carson Hurley
If I am a madman,
how will I know?
Will I catch a glimpse
of myself climbing
to an empty roof top.
Will I hear an inner laugh
or see that my reflection
is fractured?
How will I know?
Do the perpetual voices
in my head
render me mad?
Or is it just my conscience
arguing my sanity?
I know I am marred
but nobody is perfect.
We are inferior
to ourselves.
And
since when did
brilliance
never harbor
insanity.
Free Verse
I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.
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