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 May 2017 Paul Butters
Paul Jones
In the emptiness      of a deprived soul,
there is an ocean     without its water.
00:15 - 11/05/17
State of mind: sorrow, tiredness.
Thoughts: from memories...
Question: none
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Bailey
The ocean, sunny days, vintage picnic baskets, pigtails, laughter, tire shops, vanilla soft serve ice cream, bubble gum, warm nights, cool sheets, skin, morning quiet, orange juice, bubbles, grass, ladybugs, kisses.
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Renae
"Be assertive"
I heard back in my teens
I thought to myself
"What does that even mean?"
Assertive like aggressive
Not exactly my idea of class
Assertive like action
Take action like *"step ahead"

Yes that's more the idea
I have in my head
Assertive like "make things happen"
Like "the moment is now"
How will anything be what we want
If we don't know how?
So we assert our imagination
Creativity in peace
Assert persuasion
Messages with ease
If that is the case
Then I will agree
To be assertive then
Is to live out your dreams
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Àŧùl
Why did I forget that I am a mortal,
How could I just ignore that fact?
I am merely a mortal loving another,
Perplexed I am why she ever left.

Why should I waste my time,
On another immature person?
Either way I lose precious hours,
Should let her go and live on.

Remembering her is not worthy,
Edging each year closer to thirty.
Every day I realise my waning age,
Living in the self-made cage.

I had never foreseen her leave,
Not for that I was always truthful.
These memories are all I have,
On the dreary nights handful.

Most of the visions for future,
Interest waning away from life.
No, she wouldn't ever be here,
Ex- she won't ever be my wife.

Maybe I need to broaden my spectrum,
India is the land I took this birth in.
Now I live searching for a plectrum,
Exact fit for my life's good guitarin'.
My HP Poem #1535
©Atul Kaushal
So soft and loving,
Your hands on my face
I felt special and warm
I knew you cared

So deft and strong
The way you kneaded dough
I learned at your hands
To feed those I love

With your hand in mine
I always felt brave
I could conquer any thing
A little squeeze was all it took

My hands on your face
Gentle and loving
I hope you felt special and warm
I hope you felt how much I cared


Your trembling hands
Would spill your food
So I fed you with the same
Hands that prepared your meal

Your hand in mine, I was still afraid
You couldn't give me that little squeeze
So trembling, I held tightly
Til my hands had to set you free
For my mother, whose hands I'll always remember
 May 2017 Paul Butters
wordvango
there was a day I  was a boy I played
I  had dreams and fantasies
under the beautiful days of the cherry
tree soft grass once I laid

meadows and trees to discover
and more so much more
I had the future before
me a soft calm meadow

to go to dream about the yellow haired girl
across the street
not knowing why I dreamt
of her so

much, I spent seasons in that
innocent meadow lying in the grass
watching leaves evolve grow
mature fall off

never realized
I was so much like them
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.  At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.  She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion leaping from the depths.  Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim in her essences that is woman.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Far away
in the forbidden
forest of thoughts,
where i often forget
to remember again.
I can see burning autumn
leaves that gently dance in
the breeze, creating a swirl
of golden memories.
And watch the unspoken words
lapping beside glowing faces.
Listen to the trembling voices,
Tired and wondering
If I was by their side.

*
,, Do not hide,
for in the morning we can
take the chance by flying away,,
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