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i come with roses to your grave threw rain or shine
with a tear drop in my eye, so sad but my hearts alive

i come to tell you, how much i love you
you were my first and you will be my last

i stand here and think of our memerious of love
so vivid, so bright, so happy, with you in my life

i built my life around you and now i'm getting older
yet my love is fresh for you and always will

i would climb a moutain, just to say i love you
and to sit by your side

i now have a snow covered life from your tears of joy above
a life of happiness, love and forgiveness in heaven

20 years later i still feel the same
it feels like the first time i said

i love you
 Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
Sombro
Flowers in the window
Seek sunlight, but the glass
Lets little through and the wind blows
Mighty out of their reach.
The furnace burns without
I'm hearing spring again,
But flowers in the window
Stay dying every season.
Winter
Summer
And the others
Make no difference
To a flower in the window.
To a petal left to wilt.
i want you to remember
this time and place

where people are killing
this human race

chemicals between us

there's love and hate
with no grace

street killings
bomb explosions
where no one feels

these things they do
for love and hate

to people we love
god forsake

i wish no harm to no one
now make a turn

find yourself
in a forgien land, like a refuge
how does it feel, to take their place

chemicals between us
about love and hate

we'll never get to know them
this human race

why does everyone do this
to our human race
to people who love

we expect it know
from this human race
 Jan 2015 Peter Tanner
Sombro
Hello again.
Oh god, not you.
Me, but does it matter. Do you still care?
No.
Walk with me, lend me your thought.
Very well.

I am born again and you feel the same as past days.
I do.
Vulnerability is a new form of life.
For you.
And you are scared again.
And you are with me.

Does it frighten you, how far you've come?
Yes, where has time gone?
Into me, I am always with you.
My one friend,
Together* Together.
Shall we sink as one?
Of course.

How many days lost into your huddled fear?
Enough to make me strong.
And you are here to tell me all is lost?
I am here to offer you that choice.
I don't want it.

I have come too far for you, I have grown too tall, seen too much, outran you more times than you let on, you are no longer a match for me.
Do you feel brave?
You know I don't, ever,
But I feel ready.

You will need me
When you lose all
And truth is laid bare
You will need me
And I will be here
To **** you in
To steal you back,
Mine,
My very own

Property.
A conversation with a past me, a side I like to avoid. This poem may seem a little insane, sorry about that :)
i was three years old when kennedy was shot
this was the first time i crid, for a man that i did not know

love me do was my favorite song from the beatles
a band i never knew

my favorite love song was
was once upon a time there was an angle

like a soft summer breeze those days are gone
and just a haze in my mind

these memerious we should never forget
the loving times of care with love

our curiosity, our feelings
of this new place

a world that we didn't know
a place we'll never forget
I don't want prince charming
suited up in armor.
I want a flannel clad man
who will help me
keep my demons in line
and I can help him tame
his inner monster.
You Disney girls keep
looking for Charming,
I'll keep searching for a Winchester.
Its so easy to tell
when she is broken.
Shell fake a smile
but her eyes go dull
a sad shade of green
with hints of blue
Like sunshine in the dead sea.
She smiles
her cracked porcelain smile
and her inner fire flickers
like dying embers
she tries to hide behind a smile,
but her eyes speak volumes
her mouth dares not.
a death of a strager in sight
usually leads to curiosity

sometimes death on the news
is ignored or leaves us in awwww

death of a friend
we sometimes feel different

but a death of a loved one
is full of pain

i sit back and think that god wants no grief
yes, there is time of mourniing to make death complete

now if you come to my home town
which is new orleans

when someone diess, we dance in the street
we carry their coffin to a jazz beat
we throw in some blues for the few that cry

but we all know threre's a party in the sky
my girl told me i love my dog more then her
so i put them both in the trunk of my car
drove around for a short bit to think
i popped the trunk to talk
she hauled off and slapped me
and my dog jumped in my arms
showing me nothing but love
i guess she was right
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