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only small minds believe
putting others down
makes themselves bigger
Have some standards poets!
Your audience beckons you.
If you talk about genitalia...
Then think of what that says of you.
A supple blossom, coupled with utter elation,
It is not grabbing her breast: your udder titillation.
Write what you will, poetry is of the heart.
But don't force yourself on her and call it art!
Standards.
 Jan 2017 kenan meullion
Nickols
I'm broken beyond repair.

A thinning string, eventually, snapping under extreme force.

A shattered piece of glass under ****** feet.

A crestfallen melody, playing on a skipping record player.

I am nothing.

An empty room, barren of any light.

A dark hole, filled with dirt and worms.

Rust and paint flecking off a dejected car.

It hurts.

Like a back which hides the knife.

An accusation flung towards me,
without any precedence towards the cause.

My rights taken away from me.

My hopes dashed before my very eyes.

I am hurting.
For I am broken.
Because I am nothing.
Feeling rather useless right now *dejected sigh*
"you can do what you want with my body"
she said with his hands at her throat
"oh but you cannot touch what is spirit,"
"my life is not yours to be owned"*
all the time it has taken to speak up
and show you the woman I be
has been counted itself a commission
for everything you didn't seek
I will love you today and tomorrow
and look at the past without fear
rebuking the source of your anger
with all that I have while I'm here
see, my mother and father are with me
in Truth and in Spirit and flesh
and today I am stronger than ever
for you and for me and for them
out of darkness into light
 Jan 2017 kenan meullion
Mozalios
I'm confined to these narrow thoughts in my mind
Trying to hide behind a smile
While my heart feels shallow

Not sure if I could love again
Since my past is a blood bath
Of the pain and suffering
I succumbed to in silence

Emotions left cold
Buried beneath stone
Of a man whos scared
That there will never be anyone who
Actually cares.
Rough draft song I'm writing
Walking to you
With my unsighted vision
Quiet like the water
Inside a sleeping oyster.
The thought of us
Blinks with
Half lit blue's random dance.
And I keep moving,
Between the space
Of distance and closeness
Until being touched
By your dazzling words.
There I become the prayer
Mildly glowed
Reflecting the sound of
Your dreams.
I can see your hair,
Winding up,
Up,
Towards the sky,
Shining in the sun,
Like seaweed.
Your hands are
Gripping the ocean
Floor,
Holding tight
To ancient wreckage
At the bottom of the sea.

Bubbles
Dance up to the surface,
From your lips,
You're running out of
Air
Under there.
I dive down,
Down,
Into the murky water,
So low
I can feel the pressure
On my chest.

I extend my arm,
Grabbing onto you,
Before anymore harm
Is done.
But you push me away,
Back up to the
Cold wind.
I get a glimpse of your eyes,
Closed.

I'm watching you,
Lose more oxygen,
I'm watching you,
Knowingly drowning.
Afraid to see the life beyond
This,
And I can't save you,
But I keep trying to.
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