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  Sep 2017 woolgather
nivek
We will all meet on, Pink Floyds 'Dark side of the Moon'
the red of Mars dust, that talented Human who composed, 'The Planets'
Zoom in to all those unanswered questions, and discover there are no answers, because ultimately there will be no questions.
Music will surely be our defence when confronted with our own uselessness, a song, a tune remembered from our childhood
a nursery rhyme, where Once upon a time,begins with' Happy ever after'.
  Sep 2017 woolgather
phil roberts
The moon and all the stars
Know how hard I tried
Though you never will
Only the sun and sky
Know my sorrow
Because I keep it to myself

As images and hopes fade
And dreams turn to black and white
The story will always be fresh
Within the heart of me

There are those who know me
And those who think they do
But no-one knows my pain
My own precious secret

                                   By Phil Roberts
woolgather Sep 2017
Locked into each other's eyes
And gave a smile;
Yet never uttered a word;

Cloaked in alibis
Faking a want so agile;
Vague and awkward, spurred;

Believe obvious lies,
Add to the pile;
Waning thoughts, absurd;

Melancholic sighs
Stare at the mile
Scream feelings never heard;

Pain albeit nice
Comforting yet vile;
Hoping to happen; cursed;

This wish is a vice
A corundum out of style;
Punishing; forgiving; stern.
I saw you today

I just miss you more

Even if I know I mean nothing
  Sep 2017 woolgather
Patrice Diaz
the poem below is a poem i had made about 2 years ago and i found it in my e-mail.
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black and blue
i felt bruised
a little red
i think i bled

i had a bag
no, not a classy one
they were heavy
and they made me feel dull

but through that horrid time
i felt alive
more than i have ever been
more than i ever dreamed
  Sep 2017 woolgather
Anna Grace
i opened my lungs
to inhale the solstice
as i slipped into my summer skin,
full of freckles and bruises
and a sadness that always rises with the new summer sun.
my smile turned upwards
like the now cloudless sky
sunburned feet move with quiet life and I,
I try to fit in
with my new summer skin
thoroughly unconvinced
it will fit until Autumn comes again.
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