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Steve Jul 2021
Yew and me
That’s poetree :)
Steve Jul 2021
Oh God
If there is a God
Oh God if there isn't.

Oh God if my heart was to brake
Oh God if it didn’t.

Oh God when the weather is cold
Oh God if it’s hot.

Oh God
If you're listening to me
Oh God if you’re not.
Steve Jun 2021
The people of the past
Gather round again, at last
I hear their warming words
They flutter like the birds
Surrounding me with love
Wrapping round me like a glove
And I find peace within the night
In dreams that hold me tight
Till a distant trumpet calls
From where the arrow falls
And though fate may shed the light
The people of the past
Still feed my appetite.
Steve May 2021
From sixteen to sixty
And all the days in between
From a lassie then a lady
To the woman in my dream
From sketch book to painting
From wondering and waiting
To building and creating
With fireworks and gold plating
From all that you mean
To being my queen
From nowhere to forever
And all the days in between.
Later this year my wife turns 60! I've written this with that in mind.
  Sep 2019 Steve
Elle H
You’ve got me locked up in this cage
My mouth full of dirt, my heart full of rage
I’ve been beggin n’ pleadin, won’t you let me go
The veins so tight, they’re gonna blow
You pick me up, then push me down
Hold me under, until I drown
I don’t understand the reasons why
You clip my wings, then demand I fly
You’ve got me nailed to your cross
A load to carry, when I feel so lost
I never know which way to turn
You stoke my flame, then watch me burn
The fare you serve, so sticky sweet
You fill my plate, but won’t let me eat
You light a candle, just out of reach
Is there a lesson, you’re tryin’ to teach?
I don’t know why, you love these chains
Like a man on fire, a heart deranged
Bound and gagged, seems the only way
To keep your angry beasts at bay
I’m a prisoner of your wild desires
…Trapped inside a lustful fire
You want to have, but not to hold
I’ve never felt…a fire as cold
Baby, baby, why can’t you see
What this torment does to me
Don’t you feel the loss of my decay
I’m a broken sparrow, trapped in a cage
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