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 Mar 2018 Mike
Donna
The moon cried a tear
And in her dark depression
She lit up the sky
:) x
 Mar 2018 Mike
Alec
Worry
 Mar 2018 Mike
Alec
I want to write a poem
But I don't know what to write.
I'm such a broken doll
I wish I could make this rhyme
But nothing works in my mind
Well except those two lines
Well now it's three
Oops

My Brian isnt really working right now
Oops spelling error I mean brain
That probably proves just how little my brain wants to work
I think I might be in denial.
I've probably been in denial all day.
But once I finally got there
The denial went away

Now I'm crying
I was crying in the ICU
And I'm crying now.
In the waiting room.
I want to put my words down onto this page.
I want to make this page my stage
I want to pour my emotions into this piece
But I can't seem to get it right
Seeing as this poem barely rhymes
Not that a poem ever has to rhyme.

I read her one of my poems while I talked at her.
Well I should say talked to her
But she couldn't respond.
She was trying.
I know she was trying.
But it didn't really work.
She had, I think it's called a respirator, down her throat.
So she couldnt speak a single note.

I think I'm going to go back in soon.
My dad is talking to her alone.
They say there's only a 50% chance she'll make it through the night
And everyone says they're praying
But I'm not quite sure who to pray to.
So I don't pray.
I just hope
And I believe in her
I trust that if she wants to fight and make her way back that we will.
And I hope that that's what she wants.

I feel like I never really spent any time with her now.
I feel like I barely know her.
I feel like when it comes down to it.
We don't really know each other.
When I first found out she was in the hospital,
I was getting ready for school.
I had to get to band at 7
And it was already 6:40
I needed to hurry.
So when I heard them talk about it
I wasn't sure what to say

There's been some scares before but it always turned out okay.
But now they say it's worse
Now my family is coming into town.
My family doesn't talk.
We aren't close.
We only speak if necessary
We do the least, not the most.
The fact that they are coming
Leaves me in shock

Is this the last time I'll see her?
I don't know
I have hope that she'll make it.
She keeps trying to talk
I'm sure it will all be alright I guess
But I can't help but worry.
 Mar 2018 Mike
Druzzayne Rika
the sound of chimes
early in the morning
with the bird's music
a magic of its own
in a trance,
the green scene
quite a vision
with clear skies
nothing could destroy

true beauty
of this time of sunrise.

but as the day proceeds
cars and humans
bring along the chaos

the glum atmosphere
gloomy weather
lost is the cheer
and the nature
which shined through early

there is what is left of
something that was
   rather too unreal
beautiful
.
 Mar 2018 Mike
Valsa George
Arise! Oh Heart, from the catacombs of the dead
Shake off the dust, for Life beckons you like a buddy
Peel off the weariness that wraps you like a shroud
And walk to the open to perceive the light.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the dungeons of gloom
The dawn is at your door step, waiting to break
Sing with the koel, merrily warbling in the woods
Dance with the billows, wildly prancing on the deep.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the ghettoes of *******
Break loose the ropes that moor you to the past
Dart through the panorama of the cerulean blue
And fly high into regions, uncharted and new.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the citadels of hate
Listen not to the shrieking and howling behind
Drink from the goblet of conciliating love
And rejoice at the birth of a dawn with promises galore!
 Mar 2018 Mike
Cné
Break my Chains
 Mar 2018 Mike
Cné
~
Hold my hand and persuade the way
tell me all you want to say
~
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
~
Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
~
Draw me close and hold me near
eradicate my pain and fear
~
In the darkness of the night,
shine your beacon, be my light
~
In the luster of the sun,
demonstrate you are the one
~
Offer me wings so I can fly
and I will soar when you're nearby
~
Infilrate my heart, break the wall,
it's time for me to let it fall
~
I've been a prisoner, extensively
Break my chains and set me free
~
Strip me of my armor tight
this time I won't put up a fight
~
Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

~
 Mar 2018 Mike
Lawrence Hall
The plans for your construction are precise
The design and engineering are true
The foundations solid, the drains are laid
In mathematics pure, infallible

The offices are bright with light, well-aired
The flow of work geometrically set
The shops and stores convenient to the staff
In tactical practicalities placed

But do you wonder, at night beneath your lamp -
Why are you building a concentration camp?
 Mar 2018 Mike
WL Schuett
Clouded
 Mar 2018 Mike
WL Schuett
From the threshold of my dreams
Deeply dampened by shame
Clouded by fears
Educated, but colloquial be ******
Trying to keep the door cracked open

Weeping for a woman I did not know
From a time I am not from
Quiet pride and pretty grace
Drenched in the purest sorrow
She was righteous among
The chosen

Not a lot of noise as I
Pass through the years
Though I feel the earths vibration
I feel the blood of the earth
Clouded by the winds desperate vision
I am looking for the promises
I need to believe

As I exit from my dreams
Through the crack in the door
Maybe I am ready to make
Some noise
 Mar 2018 Mike
Hadrian Veska
Sink low
Do you know
Where the things
That once were go?

To what glimmering plane
Between dusk and dawn

Does the void mouth lie
In an eternal yawn

Swallowing whole
All that passes through

To the world they go
From the world we knew
 Mar 2018 Mike
Thomas P Owens Sr
she is bitter
I can see
I follow
as she walks again to the dark back of the building
where breaks are allowed
she attacks her cigarette
******* the smoke and hurling it out at the cold night air
our way is silence
now she knows how well I hide it
she knows I know
as our minds join at the top of her rising smoke
we await midnight
where our bittersweet passion
will find it's home
oldie - revised
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