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 Nov 2018 Word Hobo
Edmund black
The truth
        Is
Love doesn’t
  Recognize
All the artificial
Man made restriction
    We try to place
           On it

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love
 Nov 2018 Word Hobo
Edmund black
Lately I’ve noticed
My soul and mind
Have been uneasy
Since childhood
I love to dream
Sought to dream
I’ve always experienced
Dreams based on what’s
Going on in my life
And if a change is necessary
My dreams is always vivid
I dream in color often
With loads of light
heavy symbolism
And clear meaning
Soon I opened my eyes
I would write them down
share it with the world
In my poetic way
But lately my dreams
Haven’t been the same
Misery past by as i dreamt on
I’ve been losing in all my dreams
Fighting a ****** battle
With a broken gun
My body
Got bruised and battered
My wings were ripped and torn
Continuously fallen in a black abyss
Feeling lost
God was added to the forgotten list
My spirit skipped
as I photographed
The painful truths
As the morning twilight
Makes it presence clear
I lay here in bed
In wonderment
Tossing and turning
Wondering
Why my peace
Has escaped my soul
Sadly momentarily
No tale to tell
Mostly nightmares
I have nothing to write
 Nov 2018 Word Hobo
Melissa S
It’s a crisp October morning and it is perfect.
My son is nearby digging in the earth for bugs and searching for his new friend Bob the lizard.
I can hear my Boykin spaniel yelping and chasing squirrels in the woods. I am sweeping newly fallen leaves off my front porch and just enjoying all the sounds. The wind is slightly blowing and the sun is warming the dew on the grass. It is the kind of morning where everything seems wonderful even if for just this moment. I am going to fix me a cup of coffee and sit on the swing and enjoy it for just a moment more....❤️
Hello HP been missing you all
 Oct 2018 Word Hobo
ryn
Keep Me Safe
 Oct 2018 Word Hobo
ryn
Keep me safe.

Keep me unseen
from eyes that ask incessantly.

Keep me from questions
with answers that reveal too much.

Keep me dignified.
Keep me filled what little I have left.

Keep me sane.
Keep me the same.
Keep me collected.


Keep me close.
Keep me comforted in my sleep.

Keep me from harm.
From the monsters under my bed.
From the demons in my head.


Keep me safe...
 Oct 2018 Word Hobo
Traveler
Hope is carried upon subjective words
The manifestation of ideologies
Introduced into our objective realities

Yet I can no longer contain
A hope for what could possibly remain
Under hope's spell
The side effects
Of hope mania
.....
Traveler Tim
I am sorry that since I have not feeling as good.
That I allow things to keep me from coming here
You all are Truly my blessings and I repented of it.
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