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 Mar 2013 Kate
Adam Schwab
Words can't say or tell the beauty you are.
Each little trait you show are nothing but perfect
Your smiles so smooth and sharp and shiny as the stars
Each flowing strand of hair with the dimples in your cheeks, no defect

It lasted a quick second, each muscle in my body squirms with flection
I'm so nervous to speak my mind.
Ill love you More than all mankind.

That cute patterned plaid you
Wear  each time
Reflected from afar, its just like mine.

How soft you spoke and gentle you smirked
I fell for your heart, makes mine over worked.
Ill grow the courage by this coming spring.
And promise I won't be some little fling ,cause baby  you got me on a string

So give me a push like the good help the poor.
And give me a sign that you Want me too
I can't resist myselfAnymore.
I'm leaving the black and into the blue


Im not so nervous to speak my mind.
Ill love youMore than all mankind
I won't be just another fling
Give it a chance With a schmuck like me
cause baby you got me on a string
 Mar 2013 Kate
Nicole
Reality Check
 Mar 2013 Kate
Nicole
Thoughts surrounding thoughts, leaving no room for simplicity.
Drowning in doubt, no such thing as positivity.
At first the world seems sweet, handing you everything, with dignity.
But as each day moves forward, you lose your grasp on serenity.
It moves not steady, but with no predictability.
So it's time to say goodbye to hopes and dreams and say hello to reality.
Not so sure on this one, it's been awhile since I've been able to get my thoughts out, so my pattern is cliche and the writing a bit rusty.
Just been stressing lately about the future and what life decides to throw at me next.
 Mar 2013 Kate
Arwen
Once upon a time,
God presented you to me
when life seemed so meaningless
without true love.
There you were,
with eyes so gentle
as the breeze
that came with each touch
of your hand to mine.

Within these eyes
you would gaze so deeply,
as though you were peering
directly into my soul.
Each time, this gaze would draw
me deeper into yours,
while allowing my heart to open up
to the one thing that has been missing
for such a long time

This one thing is defined
simply as a soul mate.
You touched me,
understood me, loved me,
unlike any other man has
ever been able to do.
These three things alone were the answer
to my long unanswered prayers.

You were my reflection
staring back at me in the mirror.
You could read my thoughts,
unlike another.
You treated me like a queen,
and I treated you like a king,
a match made only in Heaven.

We gave each other direction,
support, and attention;
qualities lacking forever it seems,
but which came so easily for us
because of our true
addiction to each other.
The want and need to feel complete
was met in all actions of our devotion
and commitment to each other.

When this kind of love finds you
never let it go.
For one day, you may find yourself
making the same mistakes as before;
when right there in front of you
stood perfection of true love
staring you in the face.

Love is a gamble indeed,
but finding a soul mate is
only one chance provided to thee
in our lifetime.
Embrace this chance, cherish it,
and embellish the true euphoria
it provides to you.

The connection with a soul mate is eternal;
however, sometimes life will
present challenges which
may try to undermine
the bond between you.
The temptations or desires
of human nature
can be strong enough at times
to cause a change in the
balance of this uniformity.

A period of self-discovery
may be needed
to strengthen the fears
fueled by past hurt.
This hurt can cause
so many doubts within oneself,
especially in the belief
that someone so amazing
can actually be a lifetime partner;
that what is actually happening
is one’s dreams coming true.

Most importantly remember,
this connection is greater than
anything in this natural world,
including any negativity
towards its existence.
It survives through
good times and bad times;
it prevails over
even the toughest challenges,
because by its power alone,
these two souls will remain
intertwined forever in their
earthly and spiritual existences.

Though our time was short
this first time,
through faith alone,
we will find each other
in one another’s grasp again.
The pull we have toward each other,
will be stronger than before.
All doubts and fears will be gone;
everything will appear
and feel as it should.

Two soul mates brought together by fate,
briefly separated by chance,
yet always yearning for each other.
These same two soul mates,
one day finding their way back to the path
that they had once been traveling together.
Soul mates putting everything back into place,
as it was meant and destined to be.....

Vicki A. Zinn

April 20, 2012
This is my 14th poem and has been revamped.
 Mar 2013 Kate
Laura Brittain
1:21am
 Mar 2013 Kate
Laura Brittain
They say Invaders
come in UFOS,
and beams of light.

But from what I know of the universe,
they slip into our hearts silently,
breathing descriptions of places our minds have yet to wander,
placing hushed kisses against blushing skin.

Eyes directed towards the stars,
lips numb with words unsaid,
I fell in love with you that night.

Safe below in our understanding of the meant to be's,
and the what ifs,
we managed to escape the invasion.
Hands wrapped tightly together,
clinging to the hope,
that we'll all be saved.
 Mar 2013 Kate
Marian
The rain drips pitter patter,
On this bitter cold and rainy night,
Drip drip Pitter Patter;
And this evening there were no sunsets bright.

Heaven's tears washing my window,
It's so cosy inside and so I write,
Tomorrow there on the ground will be snow;
Sparkling with the morning light.

But tonight-. . .

Pitter
Patter


D
R
I
P

D
R
I
P

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.

*~Marian­~
 Mar 2013 Kate
Genna Peterson
Do not tell me I'm wrong for focusing on myself
I am the most important thing in my life
Without me I'd never get anything done
I'd sit in the corner and cry
like I had nothing better to do
So don't tell me to stop crying.
My tears can water even through the salt
the eye of my storm can soak an entire city of cotton
without my tears, I'd never see a rain cloud
I think that if the rain were salty
it wouldn't be so bad
we could hold our bowls outside for a moment
and never have to deal with the awkward
"hey, pass the salt please"
so don't tell me to stop crying
because my tears can salt the bones
of any animal that has ever had the misfortune
of not receiving proper information
on how to cross a road
salt is so pure
yet it stains the cheeks of the unwell
and the pure
and the *****
so don't you ever tell me
that I shouldn't be self centered
because at least I received proper information
on crossing a road
and I don't look for a light
in this tunnel.


I strike the match.
 Mar 2013 Kate
Vince Chul'Theg
“but if you have to move your best friend’s body…
…you’re on your own.”

Your best friend dies
Before your eyes
Somehow stays alive
Then what?

***** salt-licked hair
Brittle and frayed by medicine
World’s unfathomable weight
Trembling beneath the Wisdom Tree

Her whole being crumples (arrugar)
But her life-force remains intact
Body bone
Running on spirit reserves
Why is that?

She stands and cries
Staring into ether
I sit
Wringing my hands

Her tears strike the ground
In tree-gecko unison

'''

Pacific parasite super-strains
Blood coated throat
The full range of abuse’s color on all fronts
for decades
Attempted assaults, ****
Dengue
Giant Centipede venom to the skull

But worst of all
Rootlessness and fear

the monkey on her back
had a monkey on its back
   and was smoking a cigarette

'''

Have you ever seen someone
Completely broken?

Corpsic shell of a woman
Gaunt, wan in the tropics

“Don’t put your trust in walls…
…walls will only crush you when they fall”

Brick-bludgeoned body
The shrapnel lay like
Sun scorched
Novice-woven baskets
At her feet

But now she can see
And breath
Real breath

'''
Genocide’s a *****, yes.

Africans seem fatalistic to Americans
Baby boy body, Grandpa human- shield

“They’re your babies”
Short-lived, yes
But now they have peace

Witnesses still weave the jungle

What do you do with a friend who’s
Seen real atrocity? Evil?

'''

I’m learning.

Prayer is power
Will transcends the concrete (Bunkle, too.)

She serves realness only
Her seeking hands unweave the sacred
Time is of no luxury right now

Serve people through love
and Grace awaits discovery

'''
I’ve never carried a bleeding body.
I needn’t “fear the terror by night,
Nor the arrow by day”

But I saw someone perish
And resurrect

What a gift
What a gift

Gubaadagem, Tinmad.
 Mar 2013 Kate
Henry Mulligan
Speak to me
in a language
I have never heard.
All this understanding
has exhausted me.
Love me
while I am sleeping
here.
Eat me, feed me
like sweet slumber.
Guide me by the ear.
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