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Steven L Herring Jan 2017
We're all here
Look at us
Acknowledge us
Would you please not forget us.

I'm important
And so am I
It's my rights that are in question
I'm afraid I'll lose it all

We won the office
We'll take the crown
Turn this place
Upside down

Put it all together
A couldron of filth
Toxic mixture of lies,
hate and misunderstanding

Broken windows
and people in black bandanas
Hoods up with hate-filled eyes
With flags of anarchy

No peace
No way to know peace
Without a piece
It's all an incredible joke
And we're the ****

It's a new day with a new CIC
I pity you
I justify me
Oh say, can you see?
Not me...
Certainly not me
I don't know you at all,
and I'm scared!
Steven L Herring Jan 2017
Crash
Smash
Explode!

Mountains to boulders to rocks to dirt to dust
Come clouds and crystals of ice;
Tight ball of hot metal
***** dust settles

A storm develops
Universe ****
A solar system's lust is born,
and everybody's ******* like rabbits!

It's a big ***;
A couldron;
A stew is cooking and boiling over
As it tips, it spills out upon Earth
Filling the mountains and valleys and seas with life
Galactic money shot hit pay dirt

And
God
Wept....
Steven L Herring Jan 2017
There's fire on the mountain
Would you let it burn you?
It only hurts a little.
I'd die to climb it!

Give up everything to behold
The majesty of it's summit
Taste the air and feel
The vapor engulf me in its thick, smokey fog

Let licking tongues of flame
Burn away blame
Turn the impossible into a smoldering cinder
Ready to spark another trail of lust and adventure

I died on that mountain top
My eyes burnt from weeping
Never to witness it's beauty again for as long as I breathed
I gasped and spit with tears of ash and lungs aflame
At the end of a dying dream...
Only to awaken and realize
the mountain and it's fire were just outside the door
Waiting for me to come and explore....
When I look back at the things I had
The things that now are gone
I was planting seeds of division
But the trees grew tall and strong

I used to see for miles around
But now the forest grows
Beneath the shade of branches
Are secrets no one knows

At first it was a place to hide
An oasis on barren lands
But holding on to a past that's gone
Was just leaving time on my hands

For years I must have wandered
Abandoning all that was good
I thought I knew my way out
But now I'm lost in the woods
Wow, I can't believe I got poem of the day! This made my night, I am honored. I want to thank all of the encouraging members on this site that kept me going when I wanted to give up.

This is probably one of my favorite poems I have written. I came to this site as a musician on hiatus looking for a creative outlet in life. This was the first poem where I felt as I wasn't a musician writing poems, but a poet. Thank you so much for your support and here's to many future works from myself and from all of you as well! :)

- The Mysidian Bard
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
Steven L Herring Jan 2017
Sharp words shouldn't be spoken
Nobody's perfect
When everything comes out broken
Choking on every syllable
Soaking up every last "I'm sorry"
like a sponge that's full already
Steady, aim, fire another round across his bow
Give her another volley of misunderstanding champ,
because your fowling out over fences topped with razor wire

Sometimes a simple smile seems better
Than a string of wrong words that leave your mouth bitter
Sometimes still tongues touch more hearts
and wagging ones turn burnt ears into quitters
Sometimes stepping out's better

Why stick around and frown?
Why let it all bring you down?
Needle and thread your squack box
Turn keys on locks
And give it up, will ya?!
Try it again tomorrow
There'd be a whole lot less sorrow....
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