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Sketcher Jul 25
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
Guden Jul 17
I’ve been stubborn
For some time.
I lied to myself
For some time.
She was in the middle
Of my lies
Hers.
We tried several times.
She had my baby in her womb.
I couldn’t lie anymore.
I hope she would forgive me,
In time.
She’ll always see my face,
Shaven...
Kevin J Taylor Dec 2017
Snow last night.
Still. Whiteness—
Peace.
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
sky heavy with snow
with burden of crows
old hemlock waiting
.
Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
DM00 Apr 10
lucid, iridescent.
A vibrant remedy
to a gray backdrop.
three months felt like six,
and the past four have felt like two.

A pretty blade on my ear, benign,
what a lovely reminder that
the world can be good again--
you just have to shift the angle
to see it shimmer.
Dip me into the flat line,
under the frame,
where the sun sinks,

The longest day of my life suddenly
ends with a twist, turns
out, your venom

burned negative space
in the lid and
let out the damage

you did.
Sunshine Apr 6
pink
and Gucci
he's got his legs around mine
twisted
and kissing
I have my fingers in his hair
soft
and sunshine
we didn't tell anyone about it
secrets
and Fendi
he's never loved someone like me
chains
and that drip
I told myself I wouldn't get attached
lies
and friends
we're more complicated than we admit
a rap?
possibly
but everything is Gucci lies  


xoxo
-sunshine
Johnny walker Mar 23
Sat drinking my coffee whilst thinking of you the now  empty chair beside me where you used to be started thinking  of times gone
by
Better days spent with you and the things we did do such happy days never thought to end true happiness we really
had
Sipping my coffee to days gone by thoughts In my head that will never leave me the memories of you that never will die for true love lives
on
In thoses left behind for they Carrie the flame that will never burn out keep all the memories  rest of there
life
to be lucky one
time In my
life
so grateful I am for the  love of this girl called Helen who turned my life around and showed me the meaning of what true love really
was
Helen who thought me the true meaning of love this pretty girl I fell In love with who went to become my wife
It's scaring me,
What humans can do.
To others, but mostly ourselves.
Cut,
Drink,
Take some pills.
Talk yourself into depression,
And out.
Humans scare me,
Am I one?
Or am I the monster on the opposite side of the mirror?
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #9
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