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Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all

The storms of life, make me sit upright

The tears that are shed and they hold me tight

Takes my heart, makes me fight

As the moon rises, and wind blows long

I am tucked in bed, and I know just know...

Debbie


There is a reason for every season

nothing everlasting, yet we cling

every storm, followed by a calm

the seed that breaks, only sprouts

the heart that breaks, germinates

But for you and me... No season, no reason...


Rupal

The path I take, will always be the wind mills

Of time, but my heart can only take so much

As each time I am shoved from these trying times

I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die

but then I see words in the sky that show me

how my friends, how the world can be

and then there was you, a dear sweet friend

from across the world but so near to me ...

Debbie

Familiar paths I will not choose

neither follow nor will lead

People come, people go...

Maybe reason, maybe season

It's not per chance you and I met my friend

HE.. who knows what I need, before I know

Sent me a friend, so near, so dear

And Just a click away...


Rupal

By: Debbie Brooks and Rupal
Thank you dear friend Rapal . for begin so nice to me since day one... and for this collaboration..
http://hellopoetry.com/dreamer/
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Yazi
When the breeze is stagnant and the water is
still, maybe this is
a sign you should look up,
because if this world can stop the wind in
it's tracks, imagine what it could
do to the air in your lungs.
How many times have you pulled grass out of the ground while pondering what went wrong
Maybe if you listened harder to the breeze you could understand its telling you to never find comfort in boys who find more happiness in illicitly filled baggies than you
It could take me walking an entire desert to know
Love is not quite as easy as quicksand
and the more you try to keep your arms free,
the closer you'll be to missing something, but I'll always be walking
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Megan Grace
today i touched
trees and smelled
leaves and took
a nap with my
dog and my mom
told me, "meg,
you're going to
be just fine."
i went home for the weekend.
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Shyamsi
Crossing.
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Shyamsi
Crossing the bridge to meet you.
I never knew how to please you
Enough done for the damage caused
I was never this lost.

I take my broken pieces and walk away
My mind in an array of questions with the day
The passing minutes seems to be heaving
Telling me of something I was not seeing.

I take this chance to walk away from you
Your pain I return you
I dwell away from the blues.

Did you think i'd crumble ?
Did you think i'd die ?
Did you think you could break my spirit ?
Did you think you could have me tied ?

I walk on this journey
With almost nothing to loose now
You can break my heart
But can you steal  my guts ?

I walk on this journey
as alone as before.
I don't need you anymore
Without you too
I have learnt to soar.
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Rachel Bole
I had never seen
A single soul
Fly away as quickly  
As yours.
It was almost as if
Your 280 pounds
Of muscle, blood,  
Calluses, and scars
Broke all the way down
To their atoms
And dissipated  
To the east
With February winds.

I feel your atoms
Creeping up the nape
Of my neck,
Raising hairs
And wrapping
Around my waist-
They still find
Their way
To the warmth
Of my heart.

October in Oklahoma
Keeps heating me up
With gusty touches  
Of you
And I'm terrified  
You're the cherry
On my tobacco body-
Slowly burning down
With each inhale
Until all that's left
Is a stained shell
Making it's way  
Across oiled grounds.
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Yazi
You love me with closed eyes in a lit room; you love me with open eyes in a dark room
2. Your veins are the stems of plants, I have yet to see the green phenomena that blossoms from it
3.You touch me like I am lighter fluid and you are a lit match
4. Like flowers that stab the ground,you make life beautiful in the most painful way
5.i love you so much and I think my ceiling is growing weary of me saying it in my sleep
6.I miss you like a Chernobyl swing set misses children
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Yazi
christianity
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Yazi
church in my backyard
every ******* sunday those bells woke me up
consume the minds of over half the worlds population
***** their knees for you
become vulnerable
easier target to kick in the stomach
i'll leave you bleeding in the confession booth
and your last words will still be "help me God"
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Brett W
Chess
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Brett W
I feel like a pawn in this nasty game of chess
Always forced going into some sort of mess
All my important decisions are made by others
And it's seems there's no one that even bothers
I am the first to face a conflict in all my peers
And it only seems to intensify over these years
People use me so they can benefit and gain
Leaving me alone and in a great deal of pain
I wish to leave this chess game of endless hell
But it's hard to leave with how far I already fell
I just wish to break free of the kings unholy grip
Just so I can leave the path of his unruly whip
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