Mako - Hello Poetry

Mako Dec 2016

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My brain says no
My heart begs no
*But my soul screams your name

Dec 2016

Michael L

Alas! YOU have arrived
To soak up my words
May you drink them in
Delight in them
For they were penned for YOU
I know not your name
Nor will I see your face
But, you were on my mind when I wrote them

I knew you would come one day

And be touched by these few words
Not yesterday, not tomorrow, instead today
How was I to know the time
The timing I leave to you

I am just glad you came

Its never too late to proceed
For the words in my poems
Are meant for just the right moment
Filling a need
Easing some pain
Perhaps they turn your frown upside down

That is why ...

I continue to write

And ...

YOU continue to read

Ever notice how people meet your words at just the right moment

#timing

Mako Nov 2016

Revival

After what seemed a thousand centuries
Ages that never came to end
Reason beated sentiment
My will is strong again

Recovering from my damnation
After months of infinite pain
My power to let go
Finally made its effect

In my heart, I knew it all along
I did not know when, or how
But the end of it was coming
It was happening after all

Finally the day has come to say
Goodbye, silly heartbreak fool
We won't meet again
You're no longer in the spotlight
And you won't be again
I speak directly to you and this time I'm not flying
Every bit of my dignity is firmly standing

Oct 2016

mk

there must be a place where broken words go

there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.

#poetry #broken #words #home #silence #speech #stutter

Oct 2016

Keith Wilson

Scientists

Is it true what the scientists say
That life on earth will end one day?

I guess that they are probably right
There'll be no day, there'll be no night

The ozone layer is full of holes
Rising temperatures melting ice floes

Will we perish in enormous Floods?
The thought of it just chills the blood

Or will earthquakes bury us out of sight
Will fire devour us without a fight?

Storm and tempest, some folk say
Will make us kneel in final prayer

The forecast? Now I'll give you mine:
It will end in two thousand and seventy nine

Keith Wilson June 25 2016

#endoftheworld