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 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JLF
Sitting at this table
Not knowing what to write
The future of this poem,
Way out of my sight.

I struggle with each line
Not knowing what to do
I yearn to succeed,
In pleasing all of you.

I ponder on what will happen,
Will this poem be enjoyed?
I wonder who will read it,
And if they'll be annoyed.

This poem is not deep or sad
It's a poem in present time
Not meant to englighten or teach
Just a friendly rhyme.

Thank you for reading my poem
It was quite fun to create
I hope you found it humorous
Its lines not meant to hate.
Just a fun poem I just thought of.
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JLF
Everywhere you go
There for all with beating hearts
Choose one and progress.
Something I thought of one moment.
sometimes i wish i could stop breathing

so i could stop thinking

so i could stop seeing you,
and her

and feeling all alone.
She writes like the grim reaper
About pain, loss and tortured souls
Yet she has the sweetest smile
That could make a broken man whole

She writes about the lonely girl
Who cries for her broken heart
She says she's never been in love
For her, lying seems like an art

She has a quirky sense of humour
Her laugh is a sweet melody
She write about being lost and alone
Shes always surrounded by family

She writes about the child that cries
While his parents fight downstairs
She's lives such a happy life
With no sign of pain and despair

Sometimes when she speaks to me,
She seems so young and naive
Her poems carry such soul and depth
That they came from her is hard to believe

How can she understand my darkness
If she's never felt pain or desolation?
Why do her words ring true to me
When I know it's just her imagination?  

Her sad rhymes always make me cry
I just can't figure her out
Is there some sorrow that she hides deep?
Or does she just twist her words around?
I have this feeling,
that every thing,
every
single
thing
is going to end.
And the worst part is not that,
is that I have the feeling
that when there is nothing more in here,
no more stars in the sky,
no more smell of damp earth,
no more soft breeze at five,
no more yellow in my neighbour's window,
no more blank pages on my diary,
no more creak from my old door...

I have the feeling that,
when there is just white noise,
I am still going to be here,
motionless,
as always.
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JLF
War
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JLF
War
The main trait of man,
driving the modern "free" world,
pride is what we want,
blood and death is what we get,
war is us and we are war.
This a tanka poem.
Crossed fingers couldn't bring you back
I know because I've tried.
Neither could these tears I've shed
I know because I've cried.
It was two weeks ago I fell asleep
While you played with my hair.
I didn't see this coming
I guess I must have missed the flare.
God saw that you were hurting
He could tell that you were weak.
Your life lived says it all
You didn't have to speak.
An angel came to guide you home
In its arms you were embraced.
Taking you to be with Grandpa
The angel walked you through those gates.
You held on for so long
But that fighting turned into a battle.
The cancer was the only horse
You never got to saddle.
I admire all your efforts
You're the strongest person I ever knew.
I'll love you still forever
And I know you loved me too.
I always hugged you twice as hard
I didn't want to let you go.
I remember when it made you cry
That somehow helped me grow.
I learned a tighter hug can comfort
And sometimes mean much more.
I think I finally realize
What I love yous are truly for.
I learned not to take this life for granted
Or the ones you love.
Because at any given moment
We could die and rise above.
Know this isn't goodbye forever
I'll see you again someday.
Give Grandpa a kiss on the cheek for me
In my heart's where you will stay.
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
tc
your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea
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