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 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Jack Jenkins
I sit here
wonder why
I slowly die inside
giving my all
I sit here
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Ashly Kocher
I had a heart to heart with someone tonight and was trying to help them through a difficult time. I sit here and think of my past and the things I have personally dealt with in life. The mistakes, the regrets, the things I wish I would have done, the thing I have done and much more. I often ponder my choices and the path of where life has led me. I have always said "everything happens for a reason" and I stick with that to this day. The "what ifs" are just a formality of the choices you have made. I had to go through the bad times of relationships to get where I am today, married to my best friend and couldn't be happier.
I had to deal with my dad becoming sick and not being able to take care of himself. I watched him wither away to nothing, and saw him dying. I wouldn't change anything I did during that time of his life because I did and said all I could to him. I still haven't dealt with him passing but I know he is always here with me.
I had to deal with my families home catching on fire and our childhood home being destroyed. Even though things were damaged and destroyed, no one was home, so we didn't lose anything. Things are replaceable, people are not. I wouldn't change how that day happened because it gave me a better perspective on life.
I, as everyone else, deal with things differently and emote their emotions differently, but I know no matter what life throws at you you can get through it. Everything does happen for a reason, good or bad, it's just they way to want to deal with it at the time or when you are ready to deal with it.
I can fully admit that I have no confidence in myself in anything I do, or think that I'm the best at anything but I do believe I am here for a reason. Be a great friend, work hard, love everyone, and be a supporter. This is my role in life.
Take everyday for what you make it and know you have a purpose in life and deal with it. We all have been through a lot no matter how young or old you are but we are all dealing with something. It's how you choose to deal and choose to embark forward on the path of life.
May not exactly be a poem but I did want to get this story out there. Hopefully it helps someone along the way...
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Hanna Jordan
Your love is like a drug,
except I crave you so much more.
When your lips touch mine it makes me
feel like I'm floating on cloud nine,
unable to come down from
the sensational high.
When your laughter floods my ears, I can't get enough. I truly want more.
When I feel your fingertips softly graze my skin and your sweet scent dances
through my nose,
I'm suddenly wide awake craving you more than any other drug
on this planet.
It's amazing really, this thing you call love. It's more addicting than anything.
Maybe, that's why we can't help but turn to alcohol and drugs when we're heartbroken.
Why do you chose to hurt me?
Why do you say I mean so much to you?
Why do you say you need me?
Why do you lie to me?
Why me?
Why?
You tell me lies
But do I really want to hear the truth
Am I strong enough for it?
She glides unto my conscious
Twirling skirts
Flashing arms
Dancing with fireflies

Falling into summer time
Swirling waters
thunderstorms
Kisses in the corn field

Waiting on september's promise
Whirling ferris wheels
State fairs
Wild turkeys over there

Still I search for that heartbeat
Mirroring mine
hurrying . . . caring
. . . daring
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
nivek
searching for distraction
a coffee
cigarette
the remote

anything to **** off
the sense of abandonment.
I am the embodiment of your life
the shoulders of your deep sadness
the wrapped arms of your burden
the warmth of your coldness
the breath of your sighs

the atmosphere
when you are near
to be living again
then

I'll sing my song for you
just for you with that refrain
in the midst of the night
will you not be so sad again

the rivers are overflowing
it's still monsoon-time, baby
where will we go with all these liquid
no scrupules, I'll fix it

I'll read you a poetry sublime
about the poet who writes about food
who never be hungry again
never have a grind
man unkind
to break or crush the notes

please do never forget
I am the bottom of your bed
the handle of your doors
the candle of your fires
I am the embodiment
of your desires....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
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Just for YOU
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with love, Sylvia
AD. Wednesday 6th Sept.2017 - a Repost from Poetfreak.. Created for my love. Inspired by the atmosphere,
@8.48 hrs.AM West-European Time.
In the beginning
There were Adam and Eve
There was kindness,
and there was peace

The bible said that it was paradise
and there was  Cain and Abel
The people said the serpent came
With the rain, which angry the Gods
There have been numerous deaths
This time there were no bodies
but their souls seem to vanish

I am here pondering does he truly knows
What love is? He thinks being said I love you
On every chat, or the ending of a chat
Simplify anything;
We can have anything we want in life,
But we can’t have everything.

I might say that’s an understatement
Despite our wants;
I never say I love you to another person
Unless I truly meant it within,
To experiment with another ones heart
And mind, is downright cruel
Some humans isn’t human at all




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