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  May 2015 Jason Cole
GaryFairy
If I must die, let me die in the morning light
with the sunrise in my sight
let it be dawn for my final alight
I just want to fly tonight
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..
When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Life moves all that I breathe. .
Threads of eternal life it would seem
Makes it seem it's time to die
But last night.
My heart fell for you
Overtaken by a storybook romance
A fairy tale love stole my heart,
I lay bare in the temple
With my heart on my sleeve
Each beat, wanting another
Your kisses blessed my hands so still
As I turn my eyes inward, I am saddened to see
You walking away...
Down corridors of heaven that bless thee,
Our burning passion that burns so deep
That once touched my soul
Deserts me..

Debbie

This life, a piece of cloth
Stitched by each breath
Death is merely a pendulum’s sway
While life seems so far away
Last night...
The heart that you wore on the sleeve
Lies abandoned...loose
But that is just what gives life
A cause to take another step forward
To keep that heartbeat pulsating
A search for an anchor, a sail
Guiding the heart’s boat through storms,
The passion that once was...
Is weft and warp of the fabric
Called life..


*Dee
Thank you Dee for a great,.... collaboration
A touch of sadness
               ten years gone
Like a midnight's voice
            of a far away song

Caught me unaware
              when I thought
I no longer cared

A sudden spark
              that flew
                    into eternity

A dance done then
             now done
                    in effigy

A poetic terse
              taughtly strung
                    deligently

At first dawn
           fades away
  May 2015 Jason Cole
Dawn King
Take this infestation
and
Lay it out upon the table
you
Must tidy the maggots
as
I walk away
i
Will not take care
of
That which has
been
Placed heavy on
my
Burdens; it is
your
Troubled dark soul
that
Hovered atop my
head
  May 2015 Jason Cole
Pax

In poetry I unload to explode
To break free from all the dynamite
I usually kept hidden
My passive nature makes me resistant
to its pollutants.
Sometimes they’re more like landmines
Awaiting for someone
Who stomp the wrong buttons
Then detonate
And explode between my shouts
And cries.

In all honestly
No matter how resistant I am to become resilient
my core is too vulnerable to crumble
By a simple backslash of toxic tongues
And suddenly I fall in my knees to simply walk away
No battle is worth an effort
When you know it’s just pride
Battling himself.

The poem speaks for itself, but I just want to confirm yes, I tend to bottled-up my feelings. That is why sometimes I easily get depressed. I don’t speak-out a lot or just careful not to hurt anyone with my words. So in poetry I rant almost everything so that it will not eat me into depression.

Its hurts me when I look back, to those people who say mean things to me that I simply ignore because it’s not worthy to argue anymore, they tend to get stuck on their own opinion, too closed to have an open mind.
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