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The world is a poem written in dreams
Daily reminders, packed with rhyme schemes
Through the past, and the present, and future in parts;
Each vying for Truth in good and dark hearts.

So lift up your pen and use it with grace
Erase the flaws and weaknesses of the human race
Should we all contribute but one single verse
I’ll write on your heart if you write on mine first.

But be careful not to write too hard,
For it might pierce the skin
And leave a big scar, for the hearts skin is thin
Be gentle and kind as you would want done onto you
Because the piercing of the heart can seep all the way through
The wrinkles tell a story
Of conquest and of glory
Humor just to set the mood
Never once called boring
An electric charge
Pulsating through their veins
But it’s all just nervous energy
When all the worlds a stage
My mind’s in rhymes
That tell a tale
To convey my thoughts
Succeed or fail
Pen in hand
Hand on keys
Ideas flow
Upon release
Stories
Poems
Word by word
Nouns, adjectives
And of course verbs
These are signs
That give a clue
And give me
Something else to do
‪The flowers in the woods‬
‪Are scarcely ever seen‬
‪Hidden in between the branches‬
‪The tree trunks and the leaves‬
‪The flowers are of fuchsia‬
‪Which sprouted from a seed‬
‪But, the last I ever saw of them‬
‪Were through the thickets of the reed‬
I was never your shepherd
You wandered astray
Despite all my love, I gave freely away
I asked for no recourse
No walks by the Bay
No hand in hand holding
No words left to say
In your eyes I saw a blankness
You were adrift and aloof
You told me all lies, I only told you the truth
But your heart belongs elsewhere
Somewhere else, not with me
A crook stole your heart, but you never screamed, “thief!”
As we part, I feel sorrow
But I do not feel shame
It’s life and it’s struggles
It’s just part of the game
Summertime and flowers bloom
Morning sun and sparkling dew
That glistens till the afternoon
As the sun lights up the dim lit room
Trickling down the blades of grass
Mirror image sharp as glass
That sees the future and the past
But cannot advance or surpass
Like tears of joy the dew doth dry
Not unlike the ones in weeping eyes
A new day dawns, the coast is clear
No more drama, no more tears
‪He’s attentive and mindful ‬
‪Obliging, and kind‬
‪He has a sense of fulfillment ‬
That’s hard to describe
‪He’s spent time in the sunshine ‬
He’s made rather large strides
‪He’s held hands and danced‬
‪When given the chance ‬
‪He smiled for awhile‬
‪Helping lives feel enhanced ‬
‪He gives merit to morals‬
‪He’s accepted, acts calm‬
‪He lives in the moment ‬
‪And when called on, responds ‬
Those pretty eyes of crystals glimmer
In moonlight shimmers
In sparkling rivers
Those pretty eyes of disbelief
Causing tremors beneath my feet
Shy and humble
Elite petite
Batting eyes of pure mystique  
To lasso every man you meet
Just to have them bow and admit defeat
Turned over every single stone
Thought I’d found a winner
Instead found me a sinner
Standing there naked all alone
Breaking young men’s hearts
All to be a part
Of colossal, grand, elaborate scheme
And doing it just to be mean
Going down the steepest road
Waiting to explode
Finger on the trigger
Ready to unload
Hoping not to falter
Shattering the mold
Headed into battle
Returning to the zone
Just to restore the thought of peace
To everyone I know
That things are getting safer now
But we both know that’s not so
When the words from my lips can’t be contained or controlled
And the yearn of my body
Can combust or explode
There’s three little words that I want you to know
That are deep in my heart, and are felt in my soul
When a stare or caress
Does no justice or fails
To express my condition
In the minor details
Just three little words can describe or express
What I know in my mind, and I can feel in my chest
These are the words that I say unto thee
I love you, I love you, could you love me?
I wake to see the sky
Through an amber lens
Beams of light shining down
Like golden silky threads
Brightening up the valley
In between the trees
Lighting up the morning
So skillfully, with ease
A superb way to start the day
When hours past were black
The stars the only evidence
Heaven hadn’t turned its back
Instead, a brand start
The first day of the rest
Never looking in the past
But knowing I’ve been blessed
Seen a morning sun rise through squinted eyes
Seen a landscape full in bloom
Held hands with the one I love
Before the moment goes too soon
Seen it through an amber lens
Or in a golden orange hue
Which helped me see the best in me
When I look across at you
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Tip-toed on supple feet
Through the house
Down the hall
Quietly discreet

The inhabitants of the household
Resting, sound asleep
Attempting not to breach the trust
I've worked so hard to keep

Anonymity is conducive
From past high levels of deceit
Striving diligently for a common goal
But one that can be reached

Not adapting to a stagnant life
Through the strangers that we'll meet
But protected by a safety net
Like a child under sheets

Not stampeded by the raging bulls
While others count their sheep
But hidden deep within the lions den
Where one can hear his own heartbeat

Has the beast succumb to his hunger
Is there nothing else to eat
Shall I end up as a midnight snack
Transformed into a pile of mincemeat

I grab hold of my foundation
Made from bittersweet concrete
Safe from harm or danger
A place where fear is obsolete

A gentle roar is humming now
The air begins to stir
I feel something approaching
I fear what will occur

Has my time come to its ending
Through the darkness I see light
I recognize the sound I hear
It's my mother, wishing me good night
The fear of the unknown should be embraced
Through the pages
Words transcend
The imaginations
Steep ascent
Soaring off
To another land
Attention given
Book in hand
Stories told
In print and bold
Don’t underestimate
Self control
To the point
Until the end
Then loan it to
A close dear friend
Life is but a ticking clock
Moving seconds at a time
Waiting hour after hour
For the bells to chime
With each minute that goes passing by
We grow closer to an end
And each moment we experience
Grows much harder to defend
As time cannot be broken
Time can only bend
To decipher every mystery
Of what, and how, and when
Staring at a ticking clock
Wondering where the time has gone
Instead of living for each moment
And pretending to belong
The monkey looks
The stork rolls dice
The view around the room looks nice
I took two looks
I looked twice
Then fell in love and paid the price
Mother nature on full display
By way of a tidal-wave
Enamored by its splendor
This heavyweight contender
The power it possesses
And the obliteration rendered
Washing away our memories
Our future, our dreams
Mother Nature is by no means
As innocent as she seems
Time, it is fleeting
Like dust in the wind
The old must be over
For the new to begin
A gentle reminder
Of another life lived
We rotate our memories
As the world spins
We reach for the stars
Some fall short, but aspire
To live out our dreams
And quench our desires
And we do so with vigor
Full of life, full of hope
Before time expires
At the end of our rope
The circle of life
In the grandest of scales
As some reach acceptance
Where others might fail
Time is of the essence
It’s time to expedite my love
Before time is gone forever
Lost or lack thereof
There’s a bounty for your kisses
You’re most extraordinaire and fair
I could court you like a gentleman
Or hug you like a bear
Time in its essence
Is fleeting; unkind
For those that are aging
Until they wither and die
Constantly moving
Each orbit, each path
Until the end of existence
It’s both science, and math
All time will end
But no time too soon
Perhaps some day
We’ll all live on the moon
You’re the muse that I choose
For your creations and views
For all you’ve been fighting
For all you’ve fought through
One who’s loosened the noose
Of a built in excuse
Still, you rise to the top
Relentless, unstopped
With pain in your body
You still hip and you hop
Your sounds in my eardrums
Cascading, aloft
Serenading the airwaves
I salute you, hats off
What I don’t understand
Is how one simple man
Has the inability
To live his best life

Born with a gift,
Dismissing a myth,
But no sharper than the blade of his knife

Trying to stay relevant
While avoiding all contaminants,
That enter my body
And alter my intelligence
Or was that its original intent?

I’m my own worst enemy,
Mired in complacency
Blinded temporarily,
By what supersedes my transparency

Above the smog;
Below the dust;
Bolstering my pretentiousness

Why address it’s pertinence?
Is it worth the time I must invest?
Whilst outgrowing my petulance,
And being played like a stringed quartet?

A hungry mouth
Forsaken vows
A lifelongs worth of discontent
Standing still
Burning with my past regrets

“Fear” being the four letter word
That starts with “f”
But is rarely ever seen or heard

It runs my world
It’s been rehearsed
It drains me dry
It causes thirst

That once quenched; sets me free
To be or not to be,
With or without thee...
That is the question that must be asked.
What I’d give
To kiss those lips
Head tilted back
Hands on hips
Her hair lush and full
The jettest black
Skin tone bronze
Tight jeans; no slack
Soft cheeks and flush
In pinkish hue
Lips stuck; embraced
Like Elmers glue
You don’t know
What I’d do
To be with you
Under a crescent moon
There is a fungus growing
On my feet between my toes
I think they call it toe cheese
Admittedly, it’s gross

My hope is that it goes away
Or at least draws to a close
I sprayed it with some medicine
At the root of where it grows

Suggestions are all welcomed
As I weigh the cons and pros
The time I spent in treatment
Wasn’t what I chose

If I could hide it I would do so
Like the boogers in my nose
But there’s really nothing that can compare
To the fungus between my toes

There’s itching and discomfort
It’s will, it has imposed
Maybe I’ll just wait it out
Or until something explodes

I realize that this topic,
Is silly and obscure
I just wish that it would go away
I wish they’d find the cure!!
A light and funny poem that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.
I waited an eternity
I counted to infinity
I love that you’re now here with me
It was an inevitability
You used to call it destiny
You only get the best of me
I only ask for consistency
In a drawn up detailed recipe
Befitting for his Majesty
And his all consuming legacy
Who died somewhat tragically
But was immortalized somehow magically
I’m reminded of it constantly
It’s a legendary prophecy
Just to mention it is blasphemy
But that’s just the way it has to be
For me to take your chastity
And send you to another galaxy
A borderline catastrophe
I’d offer my apology
In reference to biology
If your father gets a hold of me
Things will fly at high velocity
Just in case there’s an atrocity
Will you be writing up my eulogy?
Why do I look up to the sky expecting to see what I do not?
From the kingdom in heaven
As I grow old and rot
I lay sick in bed
A new year has come
Lying under my covers
I’m indifferent; numb
To the bursts of the fireworks
To celebrations and toasts
To kisses under mistletoe
I’ve disengaged, I’m morose

I’m uninspired, undecided
By the options provided
To live or to die
I’m in the middle, divided
To step or to stop
I’m conflicted, misguided
My moral compass is broken
I’m in darkness, under my eyelids

Because when I open my eyes
I don’t like what I’m seeing
Face-to-face with mere mortals
We choose to call human beings
But what does that mean?
To be unheard and unseen?
Following made up dreams
Hoping to be saved or redeemed?

From the pain that we’ve caused
And all the pain felt within
A life filled with heartache
Committing sin after sin
To myself, and to my loved ones
Did I not know or not care?
It’s only one life that we’re given
We’re not provided a spare

So it’s make, or it’s break
Triumph, or despair
We’ve only got so many options
And none seem too fair
You can be bitter, or grateful
Be filled with pride, or compare
Yourself against others
Be mundane or add flair

But is it a conscious decision?
Is it pre designed or prepared?
Is it an unchangeable outcome?
Are we running circles in squares?
Are there solutions to problems?
That I’ve been missing; unaware?
I’m just a walking conundrum
Too afraid to be scared
Too shy to bloom
The pink and purple hues
Destined to shine through
But unsure what to do
With just a little heartening
The slightest little push
A hint of motivation
A whisper and a hush
Can spring the inner offerings
The fruit the stem now holds
Or does the flower shiver
Pretending to be cold
The entire process is tedious
None of it mundane
When all it needs is sunshine
Nourishment and rain
The secrets in the trash-bin
Torched and set ablaze
Things that make your head spin
You’d simply be amazed
The lengths that people go to
To hide all from others view
And once the fires’ started
There’s no more that you can do
The questions go unanswered
As does the knowledge go untold
In the search for more intelligence
The truth dies in the trash-bin
With the secrets that it holds
Tormented;
She could not bear
The strangers looks
The strangers stares
She only wished
To disappear
Her energy
Was Just not there
She felt hallow
She felt bare
She tried to cope
She tried to care
A smile is what;
She could not wear
She was content;
With just breathing air
‪What’s behind ‬
‪Tormented eyes ‬
‪Without a smiles pose‬
‪One hundred years‬
‪Have passed by‬
‪Right underneath her nose‬
‪Fundamentally conflicted ‬
‪Is all she’s ever known‬
‪Stood out from the crowd‬
‪Forsaken and alone‬
‪Wise beyond her years‬
‪Solemn, but divine‬
‪A flashback from the past‬
Is ‪for you to decide‬
To the only world I barely know
A living, breathing, tortured soul
No direction where to go
Losing streak, I’m on a roll

Rolling snake eyes
Room to grow
Collectively cultivated
Starting to take its toll

Born to earth, in the know
Said goodbye before hello

Hurt so bad, needed first aid
You must think I’ve got it made
Disappointed in every way
Encrypted, a verbal spate

Descending down the mountain
Washed up on the shore
Wrapped up in the seaweed
It’s an all out war

Turned the handle, opened the door
Not exactly sure what for
Have enough, wanting more
So much out there to explore

I’ve reached for peaks
I’ve hit the floor
The middle ground
Is an evanescent *****
I came with thoughts to serenade
Just along the promenade
In her dress of purple suede
With a smile that I wouldn’t trade
I picked a spot under the shade
Over rose petals, freshly laid
I gave to her a ring of jade
As she listened to the song I played
Steadily wooing her with my words
"Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom."
— Vladimir Nabokov
I share this with you because the word “Toska”reminds me largely of the feeling of depression. In fact, it is the embodiment of the feeling I have often felt myself. The way it is described here supersedes anything I could come up with. Therefore I simply copied and pasted the definition. The definition itself is, in a way, poetry. So I saw it fit to share here, on this site.
I’m drowning in an ocean
Treading water; churning feet
Just to stay afloat
Happy, and upbeat
I see you with your troubles
Almost every time we meet
But there is a silver lining
You can see right from the street
I can take you there to see it
If you want to come
But I, myself, am looking
Down the barrel of a gun
My fear was evanescent
But it happened all the same
Shouting out my own inadequacies  
Wondering who’s to blame
Instead of being whimsical
While dancing in the rain
If just not to face reality
And return from whence I came
Back to meet my maker
The collector of my soul
I’d leave today if it were up to me
But I have yet to meet my goal
To overcome my obstacles
And forgive my biggest foes
And to strip myself of armor
And be totally exposed
She crossed over the brickyard
To reach the café
With the rain trickling down
On a gray day in May
April showers had passed
Until present day
As the rain never lasts
Nor do the clouds ever stay
To the café for coffee or tea
Where the sun always shines
Though Reluctantly
Darkest of the dark
Sleekest of the sleek
Loveliest of the lovely
Deepest of the deep

Spin to win
Rest assured
Mocking bird
Mocking bird

Built it's nest
It flew, it soared
Wasn't easy
More a chore

Confident?, sure
Why, what for?
What's expected
Still unsure

Rising sun
Sinking moon
Hour late
Still too soon

Draw your gun
At high noon
Single living
Gloom and doom

Life and death
What's the score?
In the spotlight
Still ignored

Rotten apple
To the core
War!
And nothing more
And nothing more.
I like to rhyme words and sometimes it's revealing. Even if it isn't really all that appealing.
I understand the rain
Its tears to ease its pain
In the form of droplets from the sky
When the clouds begin to cry
But with the sun brings hope
A vibrant glowing star
To warm and dry, those crying eyes
That make you who you are
I understand the rain
Too drab to entertain
And too lackluster of an appearance
To ever make a name
But it’s recognized on sight
Which contradicts my plight
To answer every call
When the rain begins to fall
An apricot coriander
of daffodil dissent
Grew up to emancipate
And then later circumvent
But poutine wine
and dandelions
Coming this way,
Went
Have no degree
As to what decree
They haven’t mentioned yet
The toxicity of a toxic mind
Can get distorted
Not knowing where to draw the line
Chaos and confusion
Somehow by design
Often gets caught lurking
As it’s seldom hard to find
And is disguised to be the strength behind
The vision of the blind
I hear a train is coming
Vibrations on the ground
Speeding down the tracks
Lights flashing all around

I hear the trains heart beating
The whispers in the crowd
Something worth repeating
By someone well renowned

I hear a train is coming
Unmistakable and proud
Man made engineering
Constructed; tightly wound

A whistle in the distance
Without a shadow of a doubt
Driven and persistent
A stop in every town

I feel a train is coming
Powerful and loud
Charging to its destination
Pedal to the ground

Picking up momentum
Towards what the law allows
A spirited conundrum
Inching to the speed of sound

It’s final destination
Over leaps and bounds
Exceeding expectations
With no signs of slowing down
Tranquility of the infinite
The all-knowing center eye
For the dream that lasts eternity
To live before we die
To avoid the tempting darkness
By capturing the light
And to harness it eternally
From morning dusk till night
You broke the chains that bound you
You stepped out of your own way
You headed down to the bayou
With a heart that’s brave

Would you love me if I had no money?
Would you pack your things and leave?
I know this may sound funny
But I can hardly breathe

I have stood beside you
I’ve backed you through it all
I never could have imagined
How in love with you I’d fall

I confess I took you for granted
Looking back, a sight to see
To be standing right beside me
As the transcending king and queen.
What seemed to be misunderstood
Wasn’t nearly as such
With translational importance
He seemed so out of touch
Reality was of no consequence
It bashed his ego hard
With dysfunction at an all time high
His reputation became marred
I’ve reached a higher level
Tried to act like it was simple
I thought we’d keep this civil
I don’t eat a lot, just nibble

But I’m still hungry, though
I’ve still got room to grow
You haven’t even peaked
Or caught a glimpse of this one man show

I’ve stepped up my game
Despite feeling ashamed
Clouds above me
Standing in the pouring rain

Somehow I feel relieved
There’s nothing up my sleeve
If you don’t like it, just leave
It’s better to give than receive

My heart is pure as gold
Out the door and down the road
It used to be that I had control
Now I’m doing what I’m told

It’s this way everyday it seems
Always paddling upstream
On your own or for a team
Reality is what’s left of dreams

I’m just trying to make my own way
Living life day after day
Keeping negativity at bay
Finding it hard to find the right words to say

I try and be myself
Not try to be someone else
Throwing pennies down the well
Wishing I don’t end up in hell

I do the best I can
To be a good man
But even I have days
I find it hard to stick to plan

It’s who I am, it’s in my nature
Not to worry, it’s nothing major
Nothing that could lead to danger
Just the departure from our lord and savior

I’ve got my own ideas
On how it looks or it appears
No need to shed your tears
For me, it’s the same year after year

I’m sure things will work out
I don’t have the slightest doubt
Not certain what I’m going on about
It’s just what I do when you’re not around

There are days I pray for rain
A chain reaction for the unexplained
My arms are bound, I feel restrained
My score is low, but at least I’m still in the game

Doing what I can to win
Fighting off what I’m against
Hoping for sweet revenge
And to spend my time with friends
Will I render to life‘s temptations
Seek out treasure far and wide
Contribute to a wealthy bounty
Or to my own demise
And when I find my treasure
How will it compare
To my monumental moments
With whom I choose to share
The water, it crashes
In waves, not in drops
From high up above
Unto jagged rocks 🪨
It leaps off the cliff
And continues to fall
Endlessly pounding
But, answering all nature’s calls
The force sounds like triumph
In granger; supreme
A powerful spectacle
But real, not in dream
‪We’re in a black-and-white world‬
‪Still color persists ‬
‪Through the cracks in the pavement ‬
‪Where color exists ‬
‪It’s in the form of a flower ‬
‪Through growth it insists ‬
‪To break through the barriers ‬
‪That conform and resist ‬
‪Through the concrete and pavement ‬
‪Through the scent of denial ‬
‪Through the harsh winter weather‬
‪It stands ***** with a smile‬
‪And brightens the landscape‬
‪With class and with style‬
That my otherwise fall victim
To the worn and the vile
Why venture on in a trivial pursuit
When you quibble and pout
eating passionate fruit
You hunger, you need
You wish to proceed
Despite all the hurdles
You constantly leap
To avoid any conflict
Any variance of trust
You do what you will
You do what you must
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