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 Jul 2016 JV Knight
JR Falk
Empty
 Jul 2016 JV Knight
JR Falk
I've been battling my empty heart
by leaving my stomach clean
Honestly it's feeling easier
than it's almost ever been
 Jul 2016 JV Knight
Ben Walker
I lie in an empty bed in an empty room.
A chasm of words beneath me, screaming out.
The silence subsided from the ebb and flow of my thoughts.
My bitter thoughts.
 Jul 2016 JV Knight
C M Lane
Emptiness Is

Palms covered in little crescents
Your fingernails digging in to distract you
From the fact that your ribs are a cage
Without a bird.
 Jul 2016 JV Knight
Ann M Johnson
Searching for inspiration where can it be found?
Searching for inspiration while glancing on the ground when
deep in thought.
I look within to see what I might find coming up empty
I continue this quest
I desire only what is best.
I look in the face of family and friends
I glance above and seek strength
I read your poems to see what message they hold my poetry friends.

I suddenly realize that I'm not all alone in this poetic sea
true inspiration is not all up to me.
It surrounds me but often seems unseen
It is found in the wind, earth ,air and sea
It can be found while we are awake or asleep.
It can be found above or here on earth.
It can be found in both public
or in solitary places.

It can be found in the loving faces of family or friends.
It can be found in poetic pages or in printed books.
It can be heard in favorite music that lifts you up.
It can be found in an inspiring speech.
It may be found in the words of a favorite teacher that is remembered throughout the years.
For some, it may be the words of a favorite preacher that offers encouragement and is inspirational.
For others being out in nature in a natural cathedral provides ample poetic inspiration to last for years to come.
It can be found in heartbreak or emotional turmoil that inspires you to turn your scars into stars that shine brightly for others to see.
It may be found through both love and loss.
It can be found despite the cost to you and me.
May inspiration help us weather all the storms that this life holds.
May inspiration be found in all of us  may it continue to strengthen and help us grow not only as writers but in life too.
 Jul 2016 JV Knight
Ann M Johnson
I regret to inform you, my friends,
that I may be offline for an extended period of time.
Due to intense visual migraines.
I will Greatly miss you all and your wonderful poetry.
I plan to return when my health improves so I need to
temporarily bid you  adieu.
 Jun 2016 JV Knight
Sad Case
Pretty
 Jun 2016 JV Knight
Sad Case
Dress me up just like a queen.
Make me so pretty.
Wear high heels.
Paint my nails.
In some pretty pink.
Make me look pretty.
But in the end.
I realize.
This isn't me.
Not who I'm supposed to be.
I put on jeans and a ugly shirt.
I paint my nails in some gruesome black.
Take off my heels and put on flats.
Just look at me.
I'm back.
 Jun 2016 JV Knight
Sad Case
He’s walking through the past,
Just trying to make it last,
He picks up the gun,
And hears it blast,
He wakes up,
The dream has ended,
Back to his world
Of nightmares everlasting,
Warmth of one hugging his skin,
Tighter with each breath,
He’s embraced with the kindness of another,
He doesn’t believe it to be real,
The kindness soon left him alone,
Forever he shall be cold,
Embraced by hatred and sadness,
Hurt by many,
And more to come,
Why won’t one stay,
Because that’s all he needs,
He picks up the gun,
And hears it blast,
He doesn’t wake up,
The nightmare has ended.
He takes his last breath.
And the sadness loosens
Withholding its embrace.
He’s free at last.
 Jun 2016 JV Knight
Walt Whitman
O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Ego
I must overcome
myself.

I am filled with doubt.
I understand nothing.
It is all a game of pretend
and I pretend
hardest.

I define myself
by my attachments
and I
do not
listen.

I am
every
flaw.

Can you
see me now?

Naked
and ashamed.

Gratify
Me
or I
disappear.

And where,
oh where,
will YOU
Be?

And who
are YOU
without
Me?
Your ego is crap.
Mine is too.
Cheers.
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