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  Aug 2017 Lunar
Dhaara T
My bubble gum
Little plum
Fountain of joy

She's down
With flu and a frown
And a hesitant smile

It's really hard
Breaks my heart
To see a little cub cry

To endure suffering
Crying, not lying but tossing
In sheets of discomfort

But her fervent eyes show
She'll regain her glow
Such a tiger, she is, at heart

I adore souls like hers
Loving, innocent, but terse
Every hindrance she'd outsmart
My little tornado is subtle these days and that's not a nice thing. I miss the brat taking the house down! Kids don't deserve to fall ill at all. But then again, maybe it's nature's way of making them stronger...of helping them toughen up. My niece is an inspiration how she manages a smile even when she's really exhausted with the meds. She's a stunner with how she disallows anything to come in the way of her enjoying her childhood!

I wish her and every child currently on a break from relishing their childhood, a speedy recovery and lots of joy in their lives ahead.

I also wish for the child in us adults, to show thyself and shine in full glory!
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Jay
My passion escaped on the wheeze of your dying lips.
Does anybody have any tips for becoming inspired?
I just haven't been able to write for what feels like a long time.
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Eugene
The moment your lips started to speak,
The time your eyes started to cry,
The moment your ears began to hear,
And the moment your heart beats with mine,
I am forever yours, until the day I die.
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Nicholas Rew
I thought about her
Through my daily
I played with the buttons
and drank a fifth
While kicking the globe
Then inhaled stench

forgetting the positives
That positivity could produce
I wallowed in worry
Love and Lust same seduced

Crying out only loud enough
For myself to warn my sober
I choked on half-baked truths
Caught the logic at the party
Dressed in Tie and Loafers

Laughed plainly at the joke
Then bare ***** intently
Knowing it reigned beneath
The gaze that was my ego

Jabs were thrown
Hooks and Hay-makers too
Fighting myself on space;
Space, in my server

So with limited function
And only so much time
And opportunities waiting
You, are The concern of mine
drunk love poetry.. does it really get better?
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Sam
Things near and far,
will never change,
the here and now.

Things can  last forever,
or never start,
Nobody can see in the furture.

Things will prospure,
and never lose.
the positives.

Things will end,
and never begin,
the negatives.

Things near and far,
will never change,
the hear and now
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Babu kandula
Our mind is very complex

And very fast in computation

As we have positives and we do have

Our own negatives

We have a tendency to judge

As fast we compute, we judge people

We will not bother to remember the past

Good times

Only one misunderstanding

That is leading to a crack in relation.

Only a situation that makes him/her

To lose their control and will tend them

To do what is not acceptable

You have power within you

You know what is right

And

You know what is wrong

Follow your heart
just a random thought
  Aug 2017 Lunar
Juliana
I don’t know what to

focus
on.

My head is a poppy
with all these seeds,
choose one,
the rest spill out.

I don’t thinking

by myself for too long.

I notice all those cars,
my hand holding the pen a bit too hard,
my unhappy thoughts yelling to be green.
There’s too much stuff.

I’m tired of choosing between

The positives
and
the negatives.

I need a “siècle de lumières” moment;
where I can beckon the alphabet together
simply with the pulse in my neck and
the crackling sound when I swallow.
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