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 Dec 2012 dj
Whiskurz
Bent and broken, she stumbles along
Looking for a place to sleep
Tired and lonely, her family now gone
She has no tears left to weep

Eighty years old, she's seen it all
A woman who fell through the cracks
She keeps marching on refusing to fall
Not caring for the things that she lacks

Another victim of circumstance
She keeps looking for something to eat
She looks through trash to find her next meal
A task she's cursed to repeat

Fifteen years it's been this way
She no longer knows the meaning of shame
Once she owned a home and her dreams
But now she has the recession to blame

She keeps moving on from place to place
Doing what she can to get by
Her home is now a cardboard box
The place where she'll probably die

She sits all alone with all that she owns
Underneath a broken street light
She lays herself down in her cardboard home
And passes away in the night
 Dec 2012 dj
Alexis Martin
it rained for days
a torrential downpour
that flooded the streets
and created an ocean
between you and me
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 Dec 2012 dj
Alexis Martin
soon I will be covered in flowers
they will grow from my scars
and bring infinite beauty
to all that is ugly about me
and I will live forever
in a skin of petals
 Dec 2012 dj
Alexis Martin
12.18
 Dec 2012 dj
Alexis Martin
I feel like I am
constantly choking
on my own teeth
and being suffocated
by my own arteries
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 Dec 2012 dj
Millie Harvey
The Kiss
 Dec 2012 dj
Millie Harvey
They stand in a bubble,
And everyone sees through,
But nobody sees in.
Their eyes only on each other,
See nothing.
They whisper,
things to make each other smile,
to make him sigh,
to make her blush.
Fingers teasing,
About each other’s wrists,
Grip each other’s hearts.
Sight; glazes, focuses,
In each others eyes,
Fusing in their minds,
Shivers down their spines.
Butterflies,
Flutter, sometimes flicker,
Often splutter.
Tease each others smile.
Skin; brushing, touching,
Straying, learning,
Each others faces, bodies, minds, lips.
Kiss.
 Dec 2012 dj
Zoe
Confusion
 Dec 2012 dj
Zoe
Confusion surrounds me like a blanket,
how did I get here?
what have I done?
who have I become?
I am not who I thought I would be.
 Dec 2012 dj
K Balachandran
My poor, stupid poodle,
peed on the pedestal
of Cleopatra's needle
on Victoria embankment,
near the Golden Jubilee bridge.
( Oh! I am miserable!
I couldn't stop the debacle)
The poodle's puny misdeed
embarrassed not just me,
but the whole city of Westminster,
as fire alarm rang out loud,
when an overzealous constable
gave a distress signal.
It brought the fire chief himself,
who came rushing to meet
the emergency situation,
thinking the poodle was trying
to put out a fire erupted
on the ancient monument,
once shipped to England,
overcoming great adversities,
from Africa, long back.
A light hearted verse to lighten the mood in these cold days of brooding
 Dec 2012 dj
Irving MacPherson
There was a time
when you could move mountains
with your smile, and the earth
was such a beautiful bridge.
Now Ursa dips deeply into
the dark well of sky while
little sister plays hide and seek,
perishing thoughts that ride down in bitter cool.

How can you or I claim innocence
when we have both been here before,
shall we cast down our glance in shame
having lied through eyes of stolen charm.
Our birth is breached
as we cling tight to earlier yearnings,
and the wailing wall sounds
a whisper to the cry in my mind.

Those times when in spirit,
our fingertips would brace,
prying open closed hearts
that had been slammed shut
by a life swung hard.
What fear brings this memory,
doesn't every tree stand alone
until you look below the ground.

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