Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  May 2018 Don Moore
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to get to know what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves sometimes
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we look like
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
  May 2018 Don Moore
Madeline Thetard
look at her movements
isn’t she is beauty
isn’t she is grace
her motions are fluid and calm
her leaps are detached from gravity
look at her face
she is peace reincarnated
her heart she wears
on her sleeve
it seems
she dances for us
she dances in a surreal place
beyond our gazes
but as she pirouettes
with her back to the crowd
do not let your eyes
fall upon her pain
pretend you do not see
her feet
positioned in inhumanly positions
her toes may be cracked
and bleeding
look away from her pain
only see the elegance
she works so hard to attain
maybe she hides her true self
from the audience
maybe she doesn’t want
you to see underneath
so you don’t
you skim your eyes across
the surface
and don’t give her cries another
thought
it must be all part of the show
Yeah, another one about a dancer, but this one is more than a figurine. This one is real.
Don Moore Apr 2018
When I look in your eyes
I never want to grow old,
I despise all of my silver and gold,
and when I look into your heart
I see blood like wine
you and I
we are like cups
Filled to the brim with life
Glasses running over

if you could see yourself
Like I see you
When I look in your face
I see naivety so pure
and yet you have a heart
That yearns and yearns


when I look in your face
I see life and love
seasons defined
The colour of the skies
this I see in your eyes
but as you get older
You will come to know better
And all of this beauty
Will change and not for the better
This is from a short commissioned story that I am near to finishing - It is called 'From Biyadhoo with love' and is about an ageing spies life, and final love before he passes away, all but forgotten.
Don Moore Feb 2018
When no one is looking, words burst from my head
Inside my skull are colours, scents and sounds
And my life is played out to a relentless sonorous soundtrack

Sometimes the music collapses with waves of resonance
And in others it is plucked like strings, individual and soft
It’s perceived by my inner ear, it’s not for others to hear

When I am out of sight, I’m truly at my very best
For life is like a swirling whirl of different shades
Different shapes and forms, some almost difficult to perceive

I try to put these on paper, shape the thoughts that I have
But the best, these arrive in the depth of the gloom
And in the early morning, they are once again forgotten

These words that slip through the fingers of my recollection
Flowing with the brightest of sparks, glowing embers of ideas
Impressions lost in the falling mornings sunlight

In front of my keyboard I then sit, puzzled chin in hand
Fingers tap the keys and yet nothing of excellence appears
So another day, with the words remaining inside my head
Don Moore Dec 2017
There are times when I see you
Times I see you unexpectedly
It’s then that I feel you squeeze my heart

Maybe you touch me from behind
Gently lay your hands upon me
Stroke my shoulders, thats when I know

Walking in the park when we are alone
Sometimes then when we touch
That’s when my feelings for you grow

When you leave my side I am bereft
I know you have to go but each parting hurts
I wonder will you return and hope you do

Am I so greedy of my time with you
Do others notice how I feel
Does my adoration or pain show within my eyes

When you return I silently cry out to your presence
And yet in reality I make no sound
Treasuring just the slightest touch of your lips

Seasons come around and travel upon their paths
Another year is gone, but I feel always the same
I would wait for your caress even if you had gone

I know within my heart that one day we will part
The pain of love would then render my heart torn
Perhaps it’s selfish but I hope it’s me that’s first

To imagine your demise is inconceivable for me
To dwell on this I know I would die myself
For the future would hold no reason

For the seasons to turn without you
For the holidays to arrive with no twinkle in your eye
This I could not endure and I would have to pass

But for the moments I have left, you are near
For the time we are together I am grateful
And for each and everyday you squeeze my heart
Don Moore Sep 2017
Dark yet light
Warm yet cold
Rough yet smooth
Old yet young
Many yet one

Remembers love engraved
Forever without sin, waving in the wind
Bent with force, bows its head
And yet, looks straight ahead
Stands still and silent its feet entrenched
Sometimes clothed, sometimes naked to the eye
Strong and straight or gnarled and bent
Shaded or stark it welcomes light

Grows mighty from so small
Features colours red, green and gold
Casts open its arms for all to behold
A perch, a home, an attitude of strength
Somewhere to climb when child like
And some would call it home within its arms

Reaches to the sky that it embraces
Knows the aroma of many places
And sometimes bears wonderful presents
Or foods of foreign resources on platters of clay
It holds silver, stainless steel and gold
And with parchment like sails
It would carry you off to lands and strange places

We take its worth without thought
We laden it with our burden
We drink in its presence without thought
We eat at its heart, for which it never complains
This is the magnificence of woodland Oak.
Written for the book 'A Lizard's Tale'.
Don Moore May 2017
Sung with an English Folk accent...

To sing with friends and comrades
To click our pots together
To wrestle with our arms
To feel we are free even when we're not
Tell me Ma'am where my countries gone
said one lad to another
Our futures grey our fortunes uncertain
But for queen and country here we go
Our pockets empty, Our last drink drunk
The pretty girls we fight for
they are back home safe and sound
But waiting with their maybe black best dresses
And they'll be yearning for our safe return
But some us won't make it, some not to return
The rest will always silently cry into their now empty pots
And their women will be grieving
It was all for queen and country said one lad to the other
Tell me ma'am where my countries gone..?
Next page