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 Oct 2015 KarmaPolice
SG Holter
The smell of firewood. The
Sounds it makes when burning.
Yellow light dancing on the
Paintings I made for my
Livingroom walls.

The ghost of my cat curled up
By my feet on the sofa.
Outside, the wind grabs
Branches and brushes them
Against the house.

I sit like this for hours.
Barely thinking; just being
Part of the room.
A song. A poem. Barely hidden
In the air.
~~@~~

How many times I have to cry
this ocean of tears from my eyes?
How many times I have to smile
just to hide these heartbreaking lies?

Oh, beautiful tears from my eyes
come on, roll down in quietude
Beautiful drops like crystal clear
keep my weeping in solitude

Will there be beauty in yelling
letting them know that I'm broken?
I  want to keep my misery
a thousand words be unspoken

Beautiful tears, come hide with me
just stay behind my loudest laugh
Just let them know my victory
A perfect beam in your behalf.

~~@~~
Don't let your failure make any discouragement. Plant the seeds of hope.
 Oct 2015 KarmaPolice
chris
i hope.
 Oct 2015 KarmaPolice
chris
i hope someday
you'll find an old picture of me
and you'll wonder
if i still love music
more than life itself
or i i still request
a pinky promise
upon agreement
and maybe you'll even wonder
if i wonder
about you
We die young
scary to think
but is it the truth?
Men killing each other
over a pair of shoes
It's not that pathetic, is it?
whatever the cause
We die young
leaving behind a memory
Was he nice?
they all say that he was.
But now he's doing twenty years to life
All because of killing someone
Whatever the cause
We die young
 Oct 2015 KarmaPolice
Ocean Blue
You dance with the stars
In your bubbling pink universe
And again for hours,
You **** my night.
No need to whisper your name
To have your smile within sight,
'Cause you are
My everywhere.
I'm the person they all come to, when they need a helping hand,
and I'm happy that's the role I play, though it's not the one I planned.
Yet who can I go to, when I'm the one that's breaking?
When my mind's a mess, and my heart just keeps on aching.
Perhaps I should just sit here, shaking all alone,
pretending I am doing just fine, wearing a mask of stone.
 Oct 2015 KarmaPolice
Joe Cole
As many of you know from my past poetry
I often retreat into the wild
It used to be with the Mollie Dog but no more
Sat there by the camp fire seeing stories in the flames
And stories in the stars
Beautiful stories that turned into beautiful dreams
No sadness, no inhumanity
Why
Because no radio, no TV. My only contact with the outside world
My mobile phone
I do still have my music
The birds, the breeze, the animals
You know in such places I'm content,
In such places I can hide inside my dreams
Because in such places I only have pleasant dreams
~~~¤~~~

Your lips taste like honey
Your whispers tickle me
Your touch I wait at night
To love me til the first light

Sweet kisses on my skin
Touch me from deep within
I am a slave of your love, darling
Only you can make my heart sing

~~~¤~~~
Inspired by a photo-poem
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