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 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
That Girl
Strike me with tragedy
We all ignorantly cry

What disease has our culture yet to romanticize?

We think we want tragedy
But all we ever wanted was sympathy
We want sympathy for our human condition
Validation for our struggles
We want the attention that cancer would cause
So pathetic that we wish this, as those who suffer from illness would do anything to make it go away
It is not their wish or fault
We are such self-centred creatures

Be thankful for your health, pray for those who are ill
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
Ryan Cripps
You wrote me like a book.
You made me who I am.
Before I met you I was a boy.
After you, I was a man.

A broken man though,
Unrecognizably shattered.
Heart ripped from my chest,
Then stomped on, and left battered.

It's my own fault though.
I was a man, but immature.
I was blinded by personal problems.
When I should have been blinded by your allure.

But your heart is more broken.
I can tell from when we talk.
I can tell every time we texted.
And I could tell on our last walk.

Trust and kindness is what you sought.
And trust and kindness is what I brought.
But as we developed. You saw different.
Our love was free but became imprisoned.

It's still locked up.
Serving 25 to life.
But if it ever gets out.
I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you.
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 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
harlee kae
Everyone keeps saying that
one day things will be better
one day it won't hurt so bad
one day I'll love again
one day I'll be happy.
But I can't wait much longer,
I'm slipping away.
So this "one day" better come quickly.
*Before my one day does.
If I give you a kiss,promise you'll give it back?
You can borrow it when ever you want ;)
In the daylight I mourn our friendship

In the night I mourn our love

At dawn I sleep
It's easier not to cry when the sun is up
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
TigerEyes
The peasant girl wandered toward the Queen
she'd only read about her in magazines
The Queen's voice was kind yet strong
still the peasant girl thought something's wrong
she thought "there's no way that I belong,"
instead the Queen gave her a diamond stone...
ordering the peasant girl toward her throne
When she sat down the Queen bowed her head
saying, "You've always belonged up here instead"
The peasant girl began to cry
upset that it was just a lie..
looking fiercely into her eyes...
"Tell me what is it that you see
that I could be as great as thee?"
The Queen answered thoughtfully...
"I see your lovely graceful elegance"
"I see your fine, and great intelligence"
"I see your kind, and aristocratic gentleness"
I see that you are really me..
and, it's time to claim your dignity.
© 2014
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
Nope
Not Alone
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
Nope
Owls are wise
I see them flapping their wings in my rearview
She wants a family, but
This winding road is dangerous, and
Your eyes distract me
After the flames die down
And the wreckage is sifted
In the milky white surrealism
And the stale, stifling afternoon
I’ll watch you walk away
You won’t even look back
I know
*My god I’ve never felt so alone
A memory of a dream; is that a conundrum?
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
Jo Hummel
She doesn't know how to make you happy.
She doesn't have the ability to wrap her arms around you and whisper in your young ears that old women are strangers.
She doesn't know how to kiss your tears away because the ocean terrifies her and you taste like saltwater when you bask in the sun.
She doesn't want to watch you suffocate but it's hard to let you breathe when she needs oxygen, too.
You are sunlight and glory and an inescapable breeze in winter but to her you are fragile and have broken too many times and she's running out of super glue.

Maybe this doesn't make any sense, but neither does her head
neither do you and neither does she
cause you aren't a single thing she knows what to do with
yet she can't find it in her to let you go.
I don't know.
****, ****, I don't know.
Sun
heavenly
protectress
sister of moon
watching
ages
~
powerful
energy
mother of light
illuminating
bright
~
vibrant
warmth
aunt of life
embracing
all
 Jul 2014 DAWN PORTER
Lyra O
Looks like burnout
Tastes like failure
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter
My favourite among the three poems I wrote mere minutes ago. It deserves to be my first entry on this site (imagine the quality of the rest of my poems, then!) More to come, I guess.
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