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 Aug 2014 paper boats
Jack
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Somber waves flood charcoal skies
This morn does fell my day
Misty forms in shadowed dreams,
an ominous display

Chilled, the breeze now grips my face
as moisture coats my skin
Shivers at their highest reach
call out to me again

Willow branches bend in shame,
sorrow feeds the ground
Leaves in silhouette now trace
confusion all around

Clouds a’ gathered blackened roof
A blanket at the sun
Pointing towards a northern point
Alas my world is done

When there, along horizon’s stare
I sense the faintest smile
Of auburn charm and beauty share
To linger here a while

As ashen skies now seem to part
This pain of longest dread
Depression cast upon my heart
Now heals in scars I shed

To breathe again, this morning free
A smile upon my face
Consume this feeling calling me
No more in fractured lace

So long I’ve hidden in the past
Awaiting only dying
Yet now with this affection cast
In new found truth I’m trying

As now I stand neath skies of blue
Bright sunshine up above
Gazing at the sight of you
Alas my world is love
For The Dread Poet Roberts Poetry Contest
we all have a dream and hope it will come true
dream about the things that we would like to do
things we want in life and what we want to be
all the things in dreams that we always see.

if we have belief and believe in what we do
until then we wait and make a wish or two
hoping maybe one day our dreams will all come true
and everything you wish is waiting there for you
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Matt
The room
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Matt
The room slumbers
In soft candle light
A summer ghost haunts the corners
This end of August
I am lulled
Soon my eyes grow heavy
Surrender their focus
As I drift from what is known
Towards that world apart
There to dream myself
In the heart of something eternal
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Molly
Hollow
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Molly
I AM SO
EMPTY
I THINK
I MIGHT
CAVE IN
10w
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Candy Noire
I breathe in the fumes
Intoxicated states of pure bliss
In the form of headaches
I feel quietly numb.

Huffing away the days
To forget what's going wrong
In my solvent haze
I remember you have gone.

I breathe in the fumes
I medicate myself with bleach
These tendencies last weeks
I fear it may be my last breath it takes.
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