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Most seek pleasure in love
Many gain pain instead
but for pure love, from loved one
It's hard to recognize pain from pleasure.

The breeze made an impression through the night
That of a warrior back from a fight
The place all glorious by its precious presence
The winds had no say tonight
The breeze was gentle
Tenderly it spoke to the million leaves
The street lights glimmered
The crickets sung their song
Like the jingling anklets of a danseuse
On a musical night

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Written 31st July
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Lerin
I find comfort in my pain, tears and sadness,  as ive come to know that happiness isnt everlasting. And thats okay. Its okay to find solace in pain.
But when it gets too much, like a river it overflows, spills at places and drowns the other fragments of me.
How do i stop this feeling?
Numb till the tip of my fingers
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Nylee
Moony
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Nylee
Why does the moon keep on hiding their dark side,
Am I turning into just like you,
reflecting the bright and hiding in the dark night.
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Sean Hastings
This fatigue is drowning me
Everyday I try to start the day
Physically mentally emotionally
Drained when I open my eyes

It's slowly pulling me down
Sinking into the water
I try to swim to reach the edge
Caffeine, writing, nicotine

Nothing seems to work
All I see is the dark depths
Surrounding me

Can I reach the top?

Or will I sink to the bottom?
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Dr Peter Lim
Every want is a bearer of disappointment
as nothing in life is ever guaranteed
 Aug 2021 Maitsholo
Glenn Currier
In the first light of this day
with too little sleep
I am feeling tired and vulnerable
but I have entered the dreams, fears, and pains
of other poets from far and wide
and it seems
we are all growing and dying together
maybe just a little at a time
line by line
these spirits enter me
and assure me I am not alone
in this drift.
I came into our garden room before dawn this morning and read several poems of my friends and fellow poets on this website, the last one (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4409062/the-yearning/) from Khoi, my South African friend, who seemed to be telling me, in his beautifully poetic way, that some kind of end is near. Lately I have been feeling my age both in body and mind. So this poem is what came out of this sense of angst early this Thursday morn.
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