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 1727° 
Poetoftheway
“you should watch for what’s good and say so, watch for what’s bad and say that,
and be afraid of neither observation.
If you lose your temper, lose it; if you find yourself unexpectedly moved, admit it.
Keep your tools, compass and gyroscope,
clean, dry and level.”
Peggy Noonan,
columnist, author
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good
Christmas Eve advice
getting harder to find,
wheat from chaff, and all that,
what’s sensible,
what’s defensible,
and what actually feels
A~ok!
as in
perhaps, it actually could be,
pause to think,
correct?
and:or:heck,
even right

so if you read the above ,
take it from a couple of senior geezers,
you just got a holiday freebie!
yeah, yeah, keep your powder dry,
just ain’t the same, sorry…

we talking tools and fools here,
them that keep you
on a course
of your owned free choice,
with an assist,
to  know your position & to
never to lose your balance

when everybody is
instantly
telling you what to think,
take that long pause,
use your tools,
to pick the problem up,
Rubik’s cube it,
twist and shout,
when the
solution emerges

‘tis the season for
preaching and overreaching,
but use this quietime pause,
look internal,
and keep your instinct and
inside tools oiled,
and mind open, clarified

wish you then, clear eyes, open ears & love;
wisdom, that’s up to you,
but, you’re a billionaire for sure,
use the grey cells you were given
thoughtfully & well,
and keep on looking for
‘what’s a good way,’
which is always an
everlasting work


                             nat lipstadt
12/24/24
5:45 pm
NYC
 775° 
Kaiden Lewis
How am i supposed to like you
After what you did to me?
Children have memories too,
Father
Guys im sorry i dissapeared for like a week i was at my father's house
#sa
 539° 
SerpentineSky
The lonely star
shines diamond bright
a jewel with no setting
lost in the cloak of velvet sky
Then an Angel came
and bore him aloft
to set him in the diadem
of the King of Kings
 354° 
Eleanor Robinson
Every inch of my heart
Is yearning to be discovered
Seen and felt and loved
By the tips of your fingers
And when you retreat your hand
Your scent still lingers
 299° 
Mishty
Mom
Don't go anywhere
What I am today
Is all because of you
Every moment
I think of you
Don't go anywhere
As I want to see you
Smiling and moving
I wish all the love
Of yours for me
Making me sleep
With all my worries gone
Holding me when
I need the most
Don't go anywhere
I love you the most Mom
It's about when you are scared for your mother's health.
 283° 
Zazu
I keep feeling
Like I’m supposed to be waiting for something
Like I forgot to call someone
Or reply to a text
Like I have to say good night to someone
Perhaps I forgot to say good morning

But I haven’t talked to anyone
And there’s nothing I needed to do
Yet every time that feeling comes back
I think it’s because of you
 273° 
dead poet
i snort the pillow;
lick shampoo off her hair strands;
she’s on to witchcraft.
 235° 
h z
warm
you are so
warm
in my memory
warm
warm
warm on me
warm on my skin
in my memory
your blood is
warm
 200° 
Briscoe
The world will move on
When your day comes.
The wind will still blow,
The moon will still shine,
And your tiny footprints
Will be wiped away with ease.

When that wind blows next,
And you feel the warmth of moonlight
on your skin,
Realize, you still have a chance
To soak it in.
 183° 
c a r o l i n e
Like grains of sand in hand
Strings stream to be free
Patches of snow, all aglow
Clouds bow-tied, sky tells me so
Under the sun’s heat
A mirror I can't compare to sea
 173° 
V3NUS
isn't it amazing
when your mom's a therapyst
yet somehow
she can always see you friend's and family's problems
but fails to recognize her daughter isn't doing well
like seriously??
 173° 
Mari Chubinidze
Eat
Feed the earth flesh,
So it may be fertile.
We eat carrion
It sounds revolting!

Do not close the coffin doors,
I have fears.
Don't bury my hands,
Let the animals eat them
For we eat them,
It sounds revolting.

Dead trees will come to life again.
 158° 
Celine
You look at me with love shining through the blue,

your stare lingers when I part ways with your eyes,
and you don’t have a clue.

you couldn’t possibly see me internally cry
but I try,
I try to make you see
being yours is all I‘m truly longing to be.
 157° 
Tim Emminger
I love life
I have not changed
The world has not hardened me
I won't play their game

I love life
I'm still the same
Even in this crazy world
I overcome the pain

I love life
It's the only one I have to live
There's no time for pettiness
I have more love to give
 147° 
A Stranger Bleu
Sticks and stones,
blood and bones and words can definitely hurt you.
 107° 
Lost Indeed
When I type your name, my computer auto-completes,
As if it understands how I feel,
And already knows what I want to see.
ForI
 102° 
The Machine
Dandelions puff,
upon a rose re-create,
two birds for the one,
Gives you a diamond finger.
Annihilate your soul to die
and watch as they die, one, by one.
Wisdom grows upon weeds
by the spark of a dandelion.....
 99° 
JAMIL HUSSAIN
May the universe,
In its boundless grace,
Bless you, O’ friend,
With joy in every place.

May success greet you,
Like the dawn’s first light,
Guiding your path,
And making each day bright.

May happiness fill you,
Like rivers that flow,
With laughter and cheer,
Wherever you go.

May love surround you,
Like the stars in the sky,
Forever its warmth,
Shining never to die.

May your heart be light,
And your burdens be few,
With peace in your soul,
And your dreams coming true.

May joy be your companion,
At each step you take,
And success in your ventures,
No matter what’s at stake.

May the garden of love,
Where blooms the divine,
Be yours to wander,
In this life so fine.

O' soul, this prayer,
I offer to you,
May your days be bright,
With blessings anew.

Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too.
A Prayer for Blessings and Joy 25/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 98° 
The Machine
Its sick
remedy
of a poem
deathly wished
of no kiss
in the end

Floating,
through madness,
A mirror cracks,
becomes sadness,
frozen snow flakes

I know she is alive,
inside of guilt,
and I scream
so hesitantly,
a wall I built
To linger my drive.

A book never read,
unlike freshly baked
oven cooked bread
upon a silent's wake.....
pages looked upon,
by a gentle lake.......
man created.

What's left,
memories,
frozen to the spot,
until forgotten.....
And all destroyed
Is pride and me.
 96° 
silent echo
Love's rhythm is a mystery
blown forth by winds
from whence it came
long searched for throughout history
a match to spark a flame
it blossoms as doth a rose in spring
yet may wilt within weeks or days
perchance love's rhythm
will fuel the flame
setting two hearts as one ablaze

 94° 
Yourshadow
You held me close, yet lied to me,
A traitor's mask I could not see.
The warmth I crave, your arms I seek,
But truth has made my heart grow weak.

I know your truth, but I can't say,
The cost is one I dare not pay.
My silence screams, my heart decays,
Bound by the game we’re forced to play.

Still, I’m trapped in your embrace,  
Hating the love I can’t erase.
This is based of something i wrote down today:

Imagine having to find comfort in the arms of the person that you love the most but betrayed you. And you can’t tell him you know because you are a hitman and he is an informant for the police
 71° 
Christy
You love me
But you go to her

You need me
But not that much

Can’t take anymore
But I can’t leave

What the hell am I here again for?
 69° 
Patrick
A lantern floating in the wind;
A solitary current,
Invisible;
Within.

Fast enough;
Beyond terminator light.
Travel in darkness;
To avoid my sight.

Set adift by malady,
Unworthy...
Is all I see.

Flame inside,
You'd ignite.
Now I float;
Flame curtained night.

Reflect on you;
Flares within.
Most important?
The time we spent.

Forever wishing,
Yearning for more.

Forever now,
My hand unmoored.

The time we spent,
Forever mourned.

C'est la vie,
mi amor.
"I hope this grief stays with me because it's all the unexpressed love that I didn't get to tell her."
 69° 
Liana
The stars
The dark
The silence
The empty streets
The night

While I dance in the cold
Music taking me over
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side
(this note was written by the world if it was on 2x speed and the one hamster going really fast of the wheel had a pet magenta iguana)
Leap years. Thoughts that will never
learn to fly. A chance
that will be reborn as pride
if time so decides.

I recognized you by the taste
of your lips - too sweet to be true.
I know there will come
a time when the eyes will forget
how to cry.

What I will have left of you is a tear
turned into amber,
a silent future, a cursed era.
There will be neither shadow
nor light anymore.

There will be no more silent breath,
suffering word, fog that fawns
on my bare knees.
Tomorrow we will wake up
on the other side of loneliness -
where forests burn,
where freedom becomes torment.

I tried to admit to a life
I did not commit. However, fate,
this incurable hypochondriac,
wanted to sentence me
to a lifetime of memory.

Beyond the barricades of memories,
grace, harnessed to heaven,
echoes back to me; somewhere inside
there are sleepless tears I will never
understand. I can't dream in a way
that would make the earth
kneel before me.

I dare not look in such a way
that the sky departs forever
into the unknown.
Time will forever remain a desert island.
 66° 
Strawblee
He guards his love, he cannot hide,
A spark that burns, yet scars inside.
For though the heaven may turn away,
His love lingers, a light stays.
 64° 
Maddy
The Ultimate Joy
The best of everything especially health
Know Kindness and live it
Listen attentively
These gifts can't be wrapped but my wish is that they  open for you every single moment of your life including those you love
 62° 
vlt
I didn't want to study,
Nor did I want to play,
I just sat motionlessly,
For it was a long day.

I didn't want to get up,
Nor did I want to lie down.
I fell like I am breathless,
I'm drowning in the crowd.

People of all the ages,
People that don't even care,
Won't judge what's in my pages,
Why the hell am i so scared?

And I'm hugged by the dark,
Who invited me to stay.
And I snapped out of bed,
It's gonna be a long day.
 61° 
Mike Hauser
she prays the rosary
giving her much needed comfort and peace
in these days of trying times

far more than cross and beads
to her pleasure they are there to keep
close to God, in heart and mind

she prays on bended knee
a discomfort it seems but certainly
the pain helps to remind

nothing in life is ever easy
but rest assured the comfort we need
is in knowing Jesus Christ
I'm not Catholic and have never prayed the rosary but can certainly understand it's usage when focusing on drawing nearer to God
 59° 
Lautaro
Él la observa mientras se acomoda el pelo.  
Ella parece lejana, ausente,  
pero de vez en cuando,  
en un gesto pequeño,  
le muestra que algo dentro de ella arde.  

No sabe qué pensar.  
Cuando habla, sus palabras son afiladas,  
cuando calla, su silencio pesa más.  
A veces siente que ella lo quiere,  
a veces, que lo empuja lejos.  

Pero él sigue allí,  
con un amor que no sabe dónde apoyarse.  
Quizás ella nunca lo quiera del todo,  
o quizás lo ama a su manera,  
una que él aún no entiende.
El poema trata de un chico enamorado de una chica reservada y distante, que a veces le demuestra afecto de manera fría y confusa. Él se debate entre la esperanza de que ella lo ame y la incertidumbre que generan sus actitudes, mientras intenta comprender su forma de querer.
 58° 
Bonnabelle Reed
3 dollar kalimba
from the thrift store
only eight notes
never any more
3 dollar kalimba
plays a little tune
got it as a gift
of plastic hewn
3 dollar kalimba
heart shaped acrylic
lets the light through
of nothing in specific
3 dollar kalimba
that doesn't reverberate
too small a structure
to support sound ornate
3 dollar kalimba
with some added stickers
one of a rainbow
the other a faded picture
3 dollar kalimba
the eighth note is flat
but its melodies continue
in despite of that fact
3 dollar kalimba
how i love you so
your metal teeth ring
from high to low
3 dollar kalimba
forget what time it is
when i hear your sound
don't care what your price is
an appreciation of the smaller, imperfect things in life.
 57° 
Traveler
Are dreams meant
to be mastered?
I doubt such a plan..
Try and recall all the
dimensions we frequent in REM.

Bedrooms and hallways it’s always the same..
Uncomfortably lost
in an eternal maze…

An institution of collective dreamers, all trying to escape!
Then quickly forgetting
when we awake..

What is that voice that is not us,
Why are we hiding and gathering all this stuff?

Nature always has a plan
somewhere in the DNA
of being human..
Traveler Tim

If you live to be 80, Six years of the 80 will be while your dreaming..
 51° 
BK
Sunshine in her eyes, a radiant gleam,
Elegance in motion, a graceful dream.
Firefly in the night, a gentle grace,
Intensely drawn, to this sacred place.

I  stop and stare. at her eyes I glare.
With elegance they dance and short hair flows in the midnight air,
But the alarm clock screams, a jarring sound,
Shattering illusion, all around.
Yet the memory lingers, a bittersweet trace,
Of her phantom touch, her ethereal face.
 49° 
Breeze
I'm right here with you as you're growing everyday
I feel the warmth shine from your smile
You will move on and soon our time will pass away
So let's reflect on this a while

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

We deal with our lives as we're living day to day
We step in inches not in miles
As we discover that we learn in our own way
We have our own unique style

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

Everyday there's a challenge you can seek
If you said your goals in sight
You can get through any problems that you meet
If you try

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives
 48° 
Peter Garrett
I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave
I never regarded myself as the courageous type... until the day I realized that being brave doesn't mean being fearless. Being brave means facing your fears in order to do what you must.
 48° 
Qualyxian Quest
David Markson
       Yellow
        Selah
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