Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Kripi
Sestet
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Kripi
Sad or Mad
Poetry is poetry

Good or Bad
Poetry is poetry

Unhappy or glad
*Poetry is poetry
"A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a
superhuman strength, where he becomes all men: the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the Supreme Scientist!
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Àŧùl
She's my dearest everyone.
She's my unwritten poem.
She's my guiding light.

The wind keeping me away from stillness of water.
The pure delight on a gloomy day acting as the daughter.
The everyday sugar in my cup of unfaltering life.

She's my dear darling love,
She's my sunbathing dove,
She's my future wife.

The dancing celestial nymph in my corner mind,
The beautiful-beautiful signatures' right-hand,
The relaxing Immortal Goddess in my real life.

She's my most-prized friend,
She's my passionate trend,
She's my relief from daily strife.
My HP Poem #353
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
kenzo
Had I Known
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
kenzo
Your pale grass colored eyes flickered towards me in the passenger seat;
cigarette out the window
I stare at my ruby colored lips in the side view mirror
You drum your fingers on the wheel to Blue Bossonova
I remember the dream catcher hanging from the mirror catching my eye;
a majestic golden hue from the sunlight reflecting off of it.

We weren't supposed to be driving the car,
We both knew this, but we were rebels
So I had climbed out my window without my parents knowing
ripping my jeans in the process
just to be with you.

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring through my headphones
Thinking about all the things I'm going to do with you

Had I known it would be the last time seeing you smile
The last time hearing you breathe
Hearing you talk
     Touching your skin
I would have obeyed my parents rules for once.

Instead of staring at your pretty green eyes
I stare at the pretty headlights coming our way
I feel the car swerve to the left;
the dream catcher falling
The car spinning like a dradle in the air
It was like everything were in slowmotion
As I look over at you in horror
your pale green eyes flicker away from mine
closing as if to say
"I'm sorry."
The car comes to a hault.
You were motionless as we were upside down
Tears fall down my ****** cheeks
I scream at you to wake up;
but you wouldn't
Then I stopped wasting my breath
I stopped
Like your heart

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring in my headphones
because now I'm fantasying about all the things we could have done

About all the things we could have said
like
"You're paying for the electrical bill this time."
or
"I do."
Now I'm stuck listening to Blue Bossonova
blaring in my headphones
thinking about all the things I'd have to do without you

Had I known
Night is always still and being alone is reasonable
stuck on a couch with hands in my pants like Al Bundy
I enjoy the old animations to rekindle my youth
At first I just knew it to be late night programming
but now its a laughing fit for the bald and the lonely
callers longing for that flirtatious, accepting voice

How do they know the lonely are with the late night?
When did the early hour become the time to persuade
love, lust, and empowerment of oneself?
the laughing stops and I wonder how much
insecurity there must be under the distant stars
How many of us wish we could go to sleep? maybe
its that unbearable coldness on the other side of the bed
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Marian
All the world is spinning fast,
She finally hit the ground at last,
Smiling cats and caterpillars of blue;
This world to her was strange and new.

*~Marian~
I LOVE Alice In Wonderland and was inspired to write this!!! :) I hope it sounds okay!! ~~<3
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Marian
I love the sunshine
Dancing through my sweet bedroom
I'm greeted by light

*~Marian~
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Camila
Who I am.
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Camila
Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.
 Jul 2013 Lumiere
Marian
Way up high
In the evening sky
I see your little light
Shining in the celestial sky
You are always beautiful
Whether at evening or Night
You always light up the sky
With a tiny glow
At evening when the sun
Begins to set in the west
You show your tiny spark
Lighting up the dusk
When the sky turns black
You really begin to shine
Oh evening star
How beautiful you are!

*~Marian~
Next page