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Just once*
I would like to swim in the ocean
without every ******* wave
trying to knock me down.


mndi
 Sep 2014 Riq Schwartz
Born
Sayonara
 Sep 2014 Riq Schwartz
Born
I still write about life's tragedy
and its circulations
the things that call for celebrations
and the ones that cause damnations

Am not good with goodbyes
i  never was
when things grew tough
i walked away

I've never felt a thing
i escaped attachments
i stayed away
and embraced solitude

I know most of us don't
understand my poems
my character is not that out
standing
i dodged bullets
and my heart grew solid
 Sep 2014 Riq Schwartz
Meg B
Inspiration,
perpetuation
of fascination,
inclination
to take refuge in
my imagination,
fantasies trapped safely in
hibernation,
concealed within
my stifled grin,
quivering
just above my chin.
 Aug 2014 Riq Schwartz
Tryst
Da Dum Da Dum - melodic sonnet beat,
Ten syllables on each and ev'ry line;
Enough to put the reader fast asleep,
And don't forget the **** thing has to rhyme.
Just fourteen lines exact, no more - no less,
To revel in some tantalising plot;
Two short quatrains endeavour to address,
And introduce the who, the where, the what.
Then just four lines to tell a second tale,
That wends and weaves on some tangential route,
To set the scene that leads to the unveil
As if the reader gives a flaming hoot!
       A rhyming couplet finishes the tryst,
       To hit them with that all important twist!
My body stuck awake, with all his beautiful words painted in my head from yesterday. It's 5 am, and I still don't have a word to say; an old-fashioned romance, we remain all but intimate. The saccharine serenity of his skin against mine, the brush of a kiss we share time to time. It all seems so much sweeter, with time passing beneath us

And,
everyday it feels
just a little
easier to breathe

a load off my chest
an unfamiliar ease.


Your chiselled-to-perfection smile chips away
the cheap, peeling paint
of my tired displays

in the ocean of my eye you are no such castaway
I can do my best to promise you I'll never just walk away


You told me you wanted to fly
(I've always been scared of heights)

But instead of giving me wings,
you taught me how to take flight.
hmmmmm
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