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We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.
Touch your imagination.
Expand your power of creation.
Millions of souls reactant to your work.
Millions of people grabbing on to their worth.
You're a diamond covered in dirt.
Find something great far in the outskirt.
Brace yourself for the truth will hurt.
Words are powerful, use them.
emerge from the sea
like a wave making a splash
rising to be strong
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
R.W
What do I know about him
I only know his name
Well

I know that his opinionated
That's for sure
Seems to be well educated
He acts like his mature

But his not
His just a young boy
His been in my mind quite a lot
Teasing me brings him some sort of joy

I don't know why
We've only spoken a few times
He doesn't seem like a bad guy
I've only read a few lines

But know that I think about it
There's seems to be more things that I know about him
Then I expected
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.

the truth is that I do
my heart still roots for you,
wishing yours would too
not wander towards blue.

I get crazy mad
thinking that you kept
staring at some babe
touching yourself and yet

knowing that I do
wait **** next door for you
laying in the bed
in despair and sad.

it’s no big deal to you
that’s just what you do
to make yourself get through
the stuff life has for you.

I'm far from happiness
for me this is no bliss
and so my fury keeps
whispering me to “kiss”

for all the chewing why
you sound and sad goodbye.

and then I lie and say
that maybe it’s okay
life is more than gray
I bite my tongue and stay.

I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.
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