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I close my eyes
I hear the sound
Of an in-tune violin
The music tells a story
From beginning till the end
One ballad in a symphony
That when heard
Can leave you speechless
Such wonder and amazement
You're left dizzy in a spin

Intoxicating harmonies
That sends chills down your spine
If you only stopped to listen
Who knows what you'll find
The highs, the lows
The somewhere in between
The vibration in your eardrums
Heard, but never seen

The sound permeates the air
It's essence so serene
More distinctive then a cello
More subtle than a tambourine
Much different than a bass guitar
It's classy and pristine

Soothing for the spirit
Woken from a dream
It's all that you could ask for
It's everything you need

A stolen point in time
Imagination freed
A vacation from our daily life
The air in which we breathe
A good piece of classical music can make your troubles seem trivial.
The change in the color of the leaves
Lay bare at the feet of the tall gaping pine
Twigs crackling with each new step
And overtones of the river nearby
No clear path, but a path nonetheless
Hopping over the trickling stream
Birds of prey screech from above
Always aware, but never in fear
With no imminent signs of real danger
Just the wind and the breeze
Whistling through trees
Thanks to Mother Nature and God, our creator
Interesting fact: The title I chose for this poem has literally nothing to do with this poem whatsoever.
For the longest time I've wandered
Down paths and winding roads
Only to encounter
What I've already known

The secret to my happiness
The one I call up on the phone
The only love that's in my heart
The only love I've ever shown

I've got to find my way back
From the bottom to the top
Relentless through the thick and thin
I'm never gonna stop

How could I leave you all alone
Baby I'm on my way
Baby I'm coming home
Baby I'm coming home

I'll say all the things I should have said
Do everything I can
To prove to you I've seen the light
Let you know I'm still your man

I've seen the error of my ways
I know I've made mistakes
But please, you just have to believe me
I've still got what it takes

Do you remember that first night
Our eyes met at the dance hall
You looked at me and I knew right then
It was for you that I would fall

Let's go back and rehash that moment
From where it all began
Back to all the innocence
Try to remember if you can

Let's start this whole thing over
I'm calling for a redo
I'll be a better version of myself
And you just keep being you

Can I please just have your forgiveness
Welcome me back with opened arms
This time it won't be like it was back then
When I lured you with all my charm

This is me here standing before you
No gimmicks, tricks, or games
I'm the man you fell in love with
The very one in the same

I'll get down on bended knee
Ask you if you'll be my bride
And If you'd have me as your husband
I'd be the happiest man alive
I honestly have no idea where this stuff comes from. At no point in my life have I had this happen to me. Nor do I have any idea why it was even thought of to write in the first place. Once I get a line in my head, the whole thing just takes off until I've satisfied whatever it was that made me start to begin with.
I am not the chosen one
Only a mortal man
Buried in the thoughts
Of Gods grand master plan
Designed to love
Designed to fail
To take a sip of eternal life
From the holy grail
If to die some day I must
And my spirits' free to roam
I'll ascend up to heavens
And the afterlife unknown
I may be turned to water
I may be turned to sand
The river overflowing
A leaf out on the limb
Dangling from a branch
The echoes heard in mountains
A rock on hallowed ground
The residue of snail sludge
The keys in lost and found
It is not my decision
Whatever comes of me
I shall welcome any form that's given  
And be the best that I can be
I'm in line on the runway,
Waiting to take flight.
Not sure where I'll be landing,
Or what the weather will be like.
Will I reach my destination?
Will I take off from the ground?
Will I slowly make my way,
Or will I reach the speed of sound?
Will I render to life's temptations,
Contribute to my own demise?
Will I believe all that I hear,
Or what I see with my own eyes?
And when I've reached my destination,
Shall I touch down from the skies?
Will it be all that I've envisioned,
Or will I be forced to comprise?
Should I remain above the clouds,
Bask in the suns radiant light?
Or venture further out into space,
Guided by the moon lit night?
Travel through the solar system,
Staring at the stars till I go blind?
Or burn through the earths atmosphere
Announcing I've arrived?  
Or dive into the ocean,
Getting swallowed by the tide?
Or initiate my ejector seat,
And just enjoy the ride?
I wrote a version of this poem many years ago. I recently rediscovered it stored away and then misplaced it somewhere. I decided to rewrite it using what I remembered of the beginning and finish it with a newer version of its ending. I like how it turned out, but still feel it is somehow incomplete. Any feedback would be welcomed.
Lest not forget the forgotten soul
That scours the land on the green grassy knoll
The one that waged war on everything we've ever known
And puts beliefs in question that hinders how we grow
Paired with the unknown soldier
Chiseled bold on stone
No eagles soaring high above or perched upon their thrones
Could easily go unnoticed
Or even once be overthrown
No dolphin heard with sonar
The gnarling undertone
Not by land or by sea
Could breach our waged steel armory
Of the land that's in my heart and such a great big part of me
Mountains may crumble
Volcanoes; erupt
But the song for our freedom
We mustn't disrupt
For men have died for every letter of each and every verse
Written and inscribed
On our constitution's purse
Since the day that we arrived
Our nations songs' been sung
Forming echoes along our greatest plains
As one resounding voice ....
The free, the proud, the brave.
Feeling a little patriotic
I'm sick of depressing poems
The aches, the pains, the groans.
Always passing through,
Nowhere to call home.

I'm tired of my missteps.
The what if's, and regrets.
Always people pleasing,
Making jokes that no one gets.

I'm done with all the losing.
The inward self abusing.
The feeling that I'm lesser than,
And the direction I've been choosing.

I'm finished with this way of life.
The heart ache and the strife.
Failing, with every move that's made,
Towards making things go right.

It's time I gained some focus,
To find a meaningful purpose.
To be carried out the rest of my days, Discarding all the hocus-pocus.

It's time for new beginnings,
Lose the smirks and the sly grinning.
It's time I set realistic goals,
Not sit back and count my winnings.

Tomorrow starts a new day,
Time I see life in a new way.
Stop worrying about what others think,
And start rearranging pieces of the game in which we play.
Writing, and releasing. Writing, and releasing.
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