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Respect for everyone on here who acts so sweet,
Little acts of kindness everywhere,
Intelligent poetry and clever comments,
Supportive people and sometimes a kind private message.
Being on here restores my faith in humanity.
The people on here are beautiful, all in their own way.
Never I will say without flaws, we are all humans here.
No, we aren't without flaws, that us the best part,  we accept each others flaws.
Respect for everyone here who votes on my poetry.
I am happy with people like you.
And the nice comments on here, on my works and on the works of others, I am proud to be part of this community.
And to anyone who send me kind private messages, you are the best.
Respect for everyone on here, first of all for being human beings.
Secondly because you being so wonderful.
Respect and thank you
Not a poem but I want to say this, thank you everyone. Stay strong and respect
 Nov 2015 Roberta Adele
Potter
What I needed
Was to be me.
The child I am,
To give him what he needs.
To love,
To be loved.
To laugh at life's calamity,
To slap a thigh at its slapstick.
To not get in its way,
To not step aside,
To be with it.
As me.
I needed to be me.
I need to be me.
More a collection of thoughts than poetry, but hey.
Each Monday we wake up with that groggy, annoyed feeling,
“UGH IS IT ALREADY MONDAY?!”
Time to take a shower and scrub the sins of the weekend off,
Time to grab an overpriced coffee at the cute, but somewhat annoying coffee shop,
Time to settle in at my desk chair and contemplate the many emails I ignored,
“Is it a good time to send that girl a text from the weekend?”
“Is it a good time to say sorry to my friend for ******* in his armchair?”
No not yet, wait till Tuesday for that one
order a piece of pizza and think that’ll solve some things,
Low and behold, still hungry!
It’s 3 pm and still have 2 more hours to go,
“how am I going to get through this day?”
All of a sudden, hear some light music in the office next door,
ears perk up,
2-day hangover subsides,
stomach suddenly feels more full,
craving for a cigarette goes away,
look at yourself in the mirror,
Suddenly that Monday face looks like a Wednesday face,
Oh Monday music, you are a savior
I want the unknown
The mysterious adventure
All the unexplained feelings
And the untitled relationship

I want to not know what we'll do
Not know everything about you
But just enough to actually know you

So take me
To a place unknown to me
Make me feel feelings I've never felt
And experience life beyond normal
Short little 3 AM poem :)

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