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 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
Graff1980
Though I wish it was
like the long-lost love
that I still miss,
or the sweet mist
of soft citrus
squished fruit
that squirted in my mouth
in my youth.

Time is a snake
devouring itself,
scouring souring seconds,
and removing buildings.
Till, thirty years later
I cannot recognize
any of the lost landmarks
from my long-ago life.
Word wrapped

Rapped

The hidden thoughts

You have had

The indent
              The opening lines
The flow
Or not

  S   ~    L  ~  O   ~ W

S.    t    e    a.   d.   Y


  













Sudden




Thoughts
Flight of words
Rhyme and prose

The title you chose
Or Not

Words forever
Written and Read
there is too much rain,
the last leaves
fall, the sky is a wilderness,
full of yellow and bronze.
the day is hung over,
drowns like a sinking tide.
i love you, forever,
tell you my love is yours,
that i love you forever,
forever, every part of me
still in love.
good news i am having three new poems published next summer in seventh quarry's magazine.
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
CLARYT
Stare Off
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
CLARYT
I'm sat here quietly, eating my tea,
My dog is here also, staring at me,
She's just had her meal, so why is she looking?,
She munched at it happily, while I was cooking,
Her eyebrows are raised, and she's sat bolt upright,
She'll raise her paw lovingly, poor little mite,
Or is she just greedy, and wanting it all?,
I should banish her from here, into the hall,
The both of us staring, with gazes so bold,
And while playing this stare off, my tea has gone cold........


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019
A game of stare with my dog resulted in my dinner going cold.... Simple as that really
There in the tears of joy
Sings a round moon assuming
Calling to me come home
and be free
Never so astounding
the love flows unfounded
My dear one
won't you come home
Time is fleeting
for those that lingered
now hear they
are weeping
Oh , my dear one
be strong , have faith
let your soul come on home
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
zebra
when i am huddled
in glooms dark corner
there is a human beauty
in being devastated by ****** impulses

Other's, those objects of desire
are like fiends of an uncertain music
that turn the heart into a stammering blush

I sniff the scent of flesh labyrinths and causeways
glitter toes and derrières
pom pom pie and brazen limbs

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
I want to **** them all
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
zebra
"Find someone who is proud to have you, scared to lose you, fights for you, appreciates you, respects you, cares for you, and loves you unconditionally"....
But what if they dont turn you on?
…...

"Maybe if I start telling people their brain is an app they'll start using it."
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
M Vogel
fragments
 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
M Vogel

And when she had
e x p e r i e n c e d   each part
   of herself--

in each part-
a healing

each part-
its newfound expression

each part-
finally comfortable
with the other parts
   of who she is--

when the sum of the whole
in itself became whole

   then she became whole.

And I
no longer needed
to go so many  d i f f e r e n t
places

or press my face
to so many different
faces

just so that  I
might find her.


02/2016
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