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 Jul 2013 sabella
Poetry by MAN
I walk through life not searching but finding
Some paths are narrow while others winding
Love is so evasive but than again it is not
Looking not finding what we cannot spot
Emotions overflowing making us a wreck
Gathering them up keeping them in check
Focusing our will, love and desire
Looking for the spark to ignite ones fire
An inferno of love is what we are craving
The ashes from our heart is what we are saving
The awakening sun brings a new light
As I continue to fall for you at first sight....
M.A.N. 7-8-13
 Jul 2013 sabella
Nat Lipstadt
Elect, select and write it down!
Stare at it for 60 seconds, no more,
Then write the first thing that comes along!

It matters not if it is
Inferning or just churning,
Cold or hot,
Matters not to anyone
On this site,
Even if it is explicitly ***** (alriiiiiight!)

Hell, matters not
Even if it is absent from the
Dictionary's stock!

Matters not
If it is two or letters twelve,
**! **! **! reserved for Santa Claus,
Rambunctious, reserved for his Elves!

Put, pick a word and work it well,
In fact, give it hell!
Squeeze it, free it, and when you're done,
Just leave it the fk alone.

Milk it for all the silk
In it,
And if its only cotton,
Turn it in to cotton candy,
Which rhymes with dandy,
But I refuse to use that rhyme,
But thinking about using randy!

Put, walk, nay, run
That word, now single,
But soon to be married,
Upon whatever you write,
Chew it up and spit it out
After, but a solitary bite.

Taste it,
Run the  tongue's buds upon it,
Make it a flavorful word,
Then fool us with the saddest funeral dirge!

Vanilla passed away today,
The Chocolates, mourning, both,  dark and white,
By celebrating  and laughing long into the night...


This will not be the hardest poem I e're wrote,
But if there is no inspiration
For you to smote,
And armpits refuse to provide perspiration,
To source juices for a new creation,
Try this trick,
I promise you
No one will lick your ice cream cone,
Nor mistake you for Leonard Cohen,
But when you are done,
You will be High Priest of
Hello Poetry for the rest of the day!
The high priest of Israel in the Temple was the called the Cohen Gadol.


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 Jul 2013 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Mental pollution hides the solutions
We imprison each other and create institutions
Really?
You think that is the answer?
You are probably wondering why there is no cure for cancer
We are stuck...and the situation *****
Political systems will always become corrupt
How many times do we have to see it in history?
Failing over and over again there is no mystery
I'm sorry if I get you riled up
This is for the thirsty go and grab your cup
How will we do it?
Where do we start?
I'm an instigator I've done my part..
TOGETHER
Our bonds can't be severed
It is a journey which will long be endeavored
Can you feel it?
It has just begun,
The roads have opened up go ahead choose one
I take them all
Cause I know my destination
Which is why I push and poke at every Nation
For now...
That is my time..
I will be back..
I hope my message stays in your mind
No limit to as high as we can climb
Can you feel it?
Let it begin
Answers to our questions lie deep within....
7-2-13 M.A.N originally 1 big poem I broke poem into 2 poems this is the 2nd half to Message we Send...
 Jul 2013 sabella
Nat Lipstadt
Your brain knows the 7 alarms will soon ring
But body wants every sleepy second reserved,
So I kiss your hair, de curled at my request,
And you compromise by head resting
On my abdomen, which makes me chuckle/write,
For my body parts I thus rename,
You rest you head currently
Uponyourman,
Unaware that I am penning this
Gift to our oneheart


6:53 am
3rd poem of the day. 3 per hour. X 24 hrs. X 365 days =

A shortage of words...
 Jul 2013 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Why is it sometimes we force our love?
Is it in our nature to push and shove?
Forcing our will upon our obsessions and desires
Chances burning up like a funeral pyre
I know, I've been down that path
Its riddled with lovesick fools who never did their math
You need to stop it!!
It will never work
All your doing is multiplying the hurt
For "True Love" from the beginning is true
Nothing anybody or anything one can do
Destiny will always find its path
It's laid with broken hearts that felt its wrath....
6-27-13 M.A.N
"Walking down the line
That divides me somewhere
In my mind"

Splits the sides
Right through
The middle of
The endless battles

And in your path
Lies
Broken shards
Of
Thoughts
Emotions
Dreams
Memories
And everything
Else

Worries
steps
ow

Selfishness
steps
o­w

Hate
steps
ow

Anger
steps
ow

Jealousy
steps­
ow

Each step
Bringing about
New pains
New problems
New ****
Rising from that line
You're walking down
Strewn with those
Shards

Ultimately leading you
To that bottomless
Crevasse
.
.
.
.
.
.
hmm, i see the need to hide again....
 Jun 2013 sabella
Poetry by MAN
I move through life like swimming in the sea
Many a storm has battered me
Waves of destruction I've managed to outrun
It's like I was created to overcome
My stories are many I'll let time tell
How I went to sleep in Heaven woke up in Hell
Choices gain voices some cause more pain
Standing trial with a smile I still remain
A young boy who dreamed a future bright
Staring into space embracing the darkness of night
Solitude my lover we raised hell
Became a monster amongst demons I did dwell
No limit I took it to the brink
Heart so dead all I did was drink
Drowned that boy did my best to destroy
Used and played discarded like a toy
Shadows of me lay in the past
Here we go again will this new me last?
Lessons learned I feel no doubt
Can only play the cards as they're dealt
All is fun till you're staring down a gun....
One of many things I had to overcome....
6-22-13 M.A.N
 Jun 2013 sabella
Poetry by MAN
I used to laugh out loud but today my soul began to cry
My heart grew roots into the earth so dry
How do I tame this swirling storm?
Its battering my mind until it's torn
How do I fix it?  Is it even broke?
Are my words just my mental smoke?
From my innards as they burn
In the ashes is where I learn
Who I am and what I've become
Could I really be the one true ONE?!?
"TRUE"
I've never known..
Love for me has always been like a stone
Hard and cold my warmth never felt
I do my duties like no one else
Then again....maybe I don't
I'm suffocating from all my mental smoke
It's in me...like a treasure to find
Nobody has ever had the right mind
One choice
To live my life
Reality is cold and cuts like a knife
So I slumber
Escape to a fantasy
A role playing world where I display my mastery
Of my emotions
Let them live free
For that is who I am and what I'm destined to be....
6-20-13 M.A.N
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