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Time.
A
fickle
thing,
indeed.

Neither here
Nor there.

But
somewhere
always
in
between.
© Victoria
There's a ghost in my house.
Rattling handles on every door.

Throwing stones through the windows.
Sending shards to the floor.

The front door opens,
I'm escaping out the back.

The walls run red.
Striped in my ****** sins.

I cry... "Ghost... A ghost, in my house,
a haunted memory in sheets of white."

But I'm told, it's all in my head.
Given an oval pill to wash it away.

Lying in bed,
the moans and groans
start again.

I have a ghost in my house.
Not a figment of my imagination.

A ghost who rattles handles
into the dead of night.  

A ghost of white sheets
and fading memories.

A ghost
of my past offenses and greed.
© Victoria
O see the Clock as it clicks
And even eyes does its blinks
But time they say will tell
When each leaves shall fall
To all human time is essence
So essential a priceless assest

Unlike dreams that we share
Unlike fairy tales we hear
Our destiny is what is fated
So unlike to be changed
Both good and bad is made

To all soul is a time frame
Each one speeding between the time lag
Live your life by the roll of time
So your life won't be lame
Rise and shine when you can
So you won't leave out of kinds

Truly not all fairy tales come true
Not all dreams are,can be assure
But destiny is underpinning
Even if it not what you are demanding
Your destiny was what is given
With a fair cry it must be taken

When others watch a boat sailing
You watch what the time says
Destiny!! a gift of pride bethrowed
Which no human in life can withhold

OH! My destiny hope it is what I can behold


Written by: Temitope Olayinka M
I can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete]

are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete]

can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]

I wish you would just say "Hi" to me in the hallways [delete]

that girl you always walk with is beautiful, I can understand why you didn't want me [delete]

when you told me I was beautiful and **** and all you would ever want, was that all a lie too? [delete]

I got a mosquito bite today and it reminded me of when we slept outside and were attacked by them [delete]

it smells like the nights we spent together [delete]

one, two, three...I've lost count of how many drinks are for you [delete]

I wish you thought about me as much as I think of you [delete]

why are your words stuck in my head [delete]

I was naive and young, I'm sorry I actually thought you loved me [delete]

it's been months since the summer nights we spent together. please tell me you miss me. [delete]

my chest hurts. my heart aches. everything about you from the way your lips tasted to how I got chills down my spine from just one touch makes me want to explode [delete]

the blood running down my wrist contains the words you said but never meant [delete]
I sit atop my bed
Filled with hopeless dread
Wondering what life would be like
If I myself were liked
What if I was popular
What if I was cool
What if I made all the boys at school drool
Instead I'm sitting on my bed
Watching baby birds get fed
Wishing I were dead
Another ****** poem
I turned on the news tonight, and saw a familiar face
Maya Angelou speaks of Nelson Mandela
“His day is done, our skies are leadened.”

It hit me then,

Forgiveness is more than  “Oh…it’s okay…”

If a man, a single freed prisoner, can change a whole country,
can forgive oppression, and depression, and apartheid brutality,
Forgiveness is not simple.

Sorry is not simple.
It’s a chance, to open the door to redemption,
Entire countries have forgiven the inhumanity of the past,
And yet all of us, each day,
Become angry for such small matters.

If nations can rebuild,
If Polish person can love a German
After the Holocaust,
We CAN forgive.

Forgiveness is the key to our self-imposed prisons.
This is the poem that I wrote for the State Speech Oral Interpretation of Poetry competition of 2014. This poem, among others, I performed in a Forgiveness themed poetry program. I received first place at the state level with it.
I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to write poetry that grows sunflowers in hearts like what grew in mine when I was with you
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