Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I woke up
to the pounding of the rain on the roof
with the cruel misconception
that it was your heartbeat
I lay
listening
as the raging storm reminded me
of the way we used to ****
I admit to the sick thought
that I hope you call her my name in bed
and I hope it leaves you wanting more
and that the rain streaming down the window pane
reminds you of my face
when I watched you walk away
Somber eyes
Fastened mouth
Broken fingers
As I stare out my bedroom window at the sky-
At an unidentifiable moon that seems to faintly glow behind its shadow.
Unknown to the rest of space,
Unknown to me.
This is a continuation, or the beginning (not middle) of "Ending to a Poem about Existence"
from sea to sea
and between one rest to another
all my heart desired was the
waves of your love towards me


~Noa Barak~
 Mar 2016 Ronald D Lanor
K603
Even in the shallows of the ocean
There is depth
I hope you can
Swim
I hope we can swim
 Mar 2016 Ronald D Lanor
r
If she would only let me
climb the vines of her braids
lie in the shade by the creek
sip water from her slippers
slip the gown from her shoulders
taste the raisins of her *******
die in her arms 1000 times
the widow beneath a willow.
 Mar 2016 Ronald D Lanor
nivek
scrabbling around in nothingness-
my nothingness
waiting for the Sun to explode
I have no offspring to talk of
half luck half choice
this ancient Man long dead
killed by the Sun that gave such light-
life to the many, death to all memories.
Meeting on a field
that has seen many feet
that has heard many shots

We stand back to back
then take seven steps

each in the opposite direction

This man is my enemy,
he has killed my best friend

so filled with anger when I challenged him
But now
I am only filled with sadness for this man

I get to shoot first
but when we both spin to face each other

I can't

I no longer can see the terrible man
who I so badly wanted to ****

All I see is a shell of a man
who thought he needed to **** my friend to be happy

And I feel pity.

No longer wanting to **** a killer
because that would only make me a killer
Based on a book, for school
there laid a grain of sand
the waves smothered it day and night
a local boy felt it between his toes and held it in his hand
over the years he saw a future somewhere afar and followed a light
it lead him away from the where the sand met the water
years passed; growing old he knew that's where he left his heart
but he met a love, his wife now, and they had a daughter
and as she grew taller he watched her grow smart
but he knew there was something missing in her life
reminiscent of where his heart lies and of the days where he felt joy
so the once boy, now man, dragged his daughter and grabbed his wife
they moved to where the water met the sand where his girl met a boy
and here is the cliche happily ever after
that all started on one boys beach
where you can still hear the joyous laughter
 Mar 2016 Ronald D Lanor
mikecccc
Dripping dropping
If I was a narcissist
I might think
The rain was for me
But I can play
A sad song
And stare glumly
Out the window
No matter why
It rains
It feels
thematically
Appropriate.
Next page