Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Sep 2019 Molly
John Niederbuhl
Autumn winds blow strong
Filling air with falling leaves
Parted from their trees
What I see today
 Sep 2019 Molly
jamie
new moon
 Sep 2019 Molly
jamie
I envy the moon, for hiding so frequently behind the shadow of the Earth.
I wish I could do the same, sometimes.
I’m tired of hanging in this sky.
I’m sick of my solitude in a starless expanse.
So fair world, do unto me as a new moon, I beg.
Let me go behind your shadow this once.
And as the moon is so rejoiced when it returns from behind its cloak,
Let me, one day, feel the same.
 Sep 2019 Molly
Ron Gavalik
The Gist
 Sep 2019 Molly
Ron Gavalik
The value of food
is completely unknown
until the hunger sets in.
I can say the same
for love.

–Ron Gavalik
 Sep 2019 Molly
Austin Cole
In the midst of Summers’ Fall, I’ve finally heard our great Lords call.
Thru trial and error, o’er many seasons filled with all weather, today I triumph upon my darkest endeavor.
From His words, though formerly neglected, I’ve come to learn my fate has not yet been infected.
The disease of which I speak, that makes my nose bleed and keeps me on my feet has been vanquished and suffers a complete defeat.
Shrouded and veiled behind an eternal void of pitch I shall arise to greet thee in a new world filled with great tree and settle peacefully in my new niche.
In the world that He’s created there’s a picture that I’ve painted, my best days to come and I will indeed be acquainted, with gracious acceptance my heart has been inflated.
I foresee a new destiny, where there was White there is Green. What future was unseen I now see through an eye oh so keen.
In the midst of Summers’ Fall, today I stand confident and tall.
Throughout the years I've burned a few bridges
I never intended to go back
But more importantly
I didn't want them to follow
 Sep 2019 Molly
Traveler
EMPTY ATTIC
 Sep 2019 Molly
Traveler
Things I can't remember
And things that never happened
Are stored in the same location
  I forget where...
Traveler Tim
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
 Sep 2019 Molly
Jeff Lewis
In my dream, there is a broken bridge.
That bridge impossible to cross.
Yet, all is possible
                     in the land of dreams.
So,
why fret?
Except, this:
                     In my dream, there exist this broken bridge.
after:  "The Broken Bridge and The Dream", Salvador Dali
 Sep 2019 Molly
Jane
Take a pretty word and spin a lengthy verse
A thesaurus for breakfast and linguist for lunch
By dinner you'll be satiated and spitting lyrically of hunger and fullness
Next page