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This weird dream
I had last night
keep tormenting me...
How shall I ignore
this strange feelings I have..
Tossing and turning..
My bed is burning..
Staring at him lying next to me
deep in his sleep...
Should have known...
I've been sleeping with the enemy..
 Jan 2014 Pearl Feldman
Joe Cole
Dark clouds fill the sky
Sad thoughts fill my mind
I think back over the years
Searching for happier times
What has gone wrong?
Where is the peace?
Where is the the love we once had?
Thinking of you creates a storm in my heart
I long to be happy,  not sad
I don't know why it ended this way
Where is the love we once knew
Gone are the days of laughter
Now just days of sad sombre moods
 Jan 2014 Pearl Feldman
Joe Cole
I gaze upon my comrades, at the places where they lay
A young man lies beside me with blood upon his face
“I can’t see you friend” he says “because my wound has left me blind
But I beg you to write the words I say and send them to my wife”

“My darling I have left you but I leave you with these words
I love you now and for ever, hold our children close for me
It should never have ended in this way
In a fight for liberty

I am not alone as I depart this life
Many friends lie with me, here on every side
I know not what we fought for or why we had to die
I hope we did not die in vain but I know not the reason why

A young man writes these words for me but I cannot see his face
He will tell you darling in my death there was no disgrace
With my comrades I fought bravely but we never had a chance
We stood and faced the enemy without a backward glance

I can hardly speak the words, blood has filled my mouth
My new friend here will bury me facing to the south
I am scared my darling I did not want to go
I must leave you soon for a place I do not know”

I wrote the words for that young man with the his blood upon my hands
For I’m the one who killed him as he made his last stand
Did I hate him? No for he was my countryman
We fought because a civil war had split our once united land

Yes I killed him dearest sister in the cruel and ****** fight
I would rather it had been me because you are his wife
Brother fighting brother, father fighting son
Has our god deserted us, has the evil won

This fight between the north and south, between the blue and grey
Will god ever forgive me for what I did this day
I will bury him facing south as he asked for it to be
I hope that when it is my time they’ll do the same for me.
 Jan 2014 Pearl Feldman
Joe Cole
I guess I should have seen it coming
The **** underwear you never wore for me
Late night texts phone on silent
When we married everything was fine
Yeah there is an age gap but.....,,,
Where is the passion we once knew.......had
So these days I'm only firing on one cylinder!!!
You knew it would happen eventually
But with you its all about ***

Well your turn will come
When you to get old and grey
 Jan 2014 Pearl Feldman
Joe Cole
Just as spring is life reborn after winters chill, I also want to be reborn and be a child again

I want to leave this adult life, return to distant memories, leave this hectic modern world and be a child again

Imagine as an eight year old, no worries to sear your mind, every day a new adventure, I want to be a child again

Who's here now to comfort me when worries tear apart my heart? When I was young it was my mum and dad. Oh how I long to be a child again

Take me back to my childhood days, take me back to my early years. Take me back to where I long to be, so I can be a child again.
i want to reach up
choke myself
but everything is dead
from the neck up

stuffed away and never
want to remember

all i got is memories

no breath
no blood flow
no life or want for

dead from the neck down
Hello rain coating the my windows
Having Olympic races to see who gets to the bottom
Hello morning filled with hope and wonders
Filled with yawns and excitement
Filled with anticipation

Hello dog walkers
Hello birds
Hello morning lovers
Sleep tight morning haters

Hello Mom
Goodbye Dad.
Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us—
Cover us with your pools of fir.
 Jan 2014 Pearl Feldman
Sebastian
She was pretty.
Scratch that.
She was beautiful.
Scratch that too.

She was more beautiful,
Than a sunrise on a winter morning.
Or a rainfall on an autumn day
Where the leaves dance in the wind
And fill the sky with life.
More beautiful than a flower
That breaks through the cracks
Of a concrete garden
And brings color to the air.
She was more beautiful,
Than any poem that's ever been written.

She was beautiful.
Scratch that.
She still is.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
©Sebastian @http://hellopoetry.com/sebastian/
the words had been carved into the wood
long ago summer day
in unsteady hand
but concentrating got the whole thing
on that tiny scrap of heart shaped space
her name put with such care
with love
and the word forevermore
only you can heat me up babe he had whispered
these years later and a dozen coats of paint
you can still make out the heart
but time has all but wiped away the feelings
where is she now
what long windswept road claimed her
she had turned to look back trying for one last time
but the fire had faded
and now it seemed she only thought of him
from time to time
in the fall after a pouring rain
in the depths of a sleepless night
that childhood ago
her name carved with such love
in the wood bench by the riverside
in that town she was born so long ago
she imagined it was still there
forevermore
dedicated to lindsay jorgensen a wonderful poet and kind soul
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