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 Sep 2016 Lisa Pike
martin
He picks them up at random
Takes them out
Becomes engrossed in one
Then the next

Finished with them
He dumps them back
Where he found them
A little worse for wear
 Sep 2016 Lisa Pike
Kara Jean
Me

A human with needs

Hunger,
Lust and love

None will fill the void instigating justification

Insignificant, comes out as pride

Fix your jaw line and become one with life

We have a Long time of unexpected rides
#PCSeptember2016MeAndOthers
 Sep 2016 Lisa Pike
phil roberts
My words and my poems
Are no more than explanations
And embellishments
My means of expression
For my life is my "art"
It's what I am and what I write
It's why I need to write
To make sense of the things
I've seen and done
And there are times when
I think I've done far too much
Then, in deep contemplation
I realise I could have done more
And that kind of inner debate
And discussion with myself
Are a large part of my life
Which becomes my version
Of something like "art"

                                         By Phil Roberts
It was a morning of tranquility
And it was your vile tongue that had this abruptly undone
The birds were singing and inside my head your words were ringing
Intensity spiralling  
As you continue to chastise you really only manage to ostracise
Your red mist has descended and the white flag truce has ended
A battle commences as my back is turned to absorb your barrage of selfish subscriptions
Just another bright day of perpetual predictions
After
Believing
Charity
Does
Everyone
Feel
Gifted

How
Intolerable
Justice
Kneels

Loving
Mankind
Never
Opens
Parameter­s

Questions
Regarding
Social
Topography

Useless
Victory
When
Xe­nophobes
Yield
Zealously
Actually,,
Because
Corruption
Dictates
Evolution,,
Freedom
Genera­tes
Hatred..
I
Just
Knocked
Liberty..
Maybe
Now,,
Outside,,
Peopl­e
Queue,,
Relentlessly
Seeking
Truth
Under
Vulnerable
Wants..
Xenon,,
Yesterdays
Zeitgeist
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