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Brie Williams Oct 2017
Up and down
The streets of gold
Oh how you must feel
To know that you have gotten old
And made it to the honey fields
I see you've finally found your place
Which of course you've always known
And oh what a relief it was
to get away from home
You wave to us down here
Up in your silver throne
You invite me up
And I have to decline
I'm afraid the ladder just won't hold
some people make you seriously wonder
    about
what makes them tick so brazenly
    against
all values they supposedly hold high

     is it a tunnel vision
     of greedy individuality?

    a dangerous mix
    of arrogance, innocence, ignorance?

    or are they simply overwhelmed
    with unexpectedly gained power
    mistake the votes of people
    for a mandate to play god?

unknown may be the causes
but the results are clear

if you preach water but drink wine
throw precious pearls before swine
say things today that you deny tomorrow

folks may still listen to your words
but do no longer follow the meaning
of perma-hype that makes no sense

sooner or later
they‘ll simply stop listening
Seema Oct 2017
Holding onto my wine glass tight
He was dancing with her tonight
His gaze locked onto mine
But in his arms was another shine
My thoughts cursed him of his arrogance
Such a user of beauty and innocence
"That's it!! I can't take this any longer"
For what I thought of my love being stronger
It was nothing then a lustful devil in disguise
Coordinating thoughts, playing his game wise
As I turned to go, he grabbed me by my waist
And on the dance floor showed his delicate taste
I was his that's what he whispered in my ears
Leaning over to brush off my tears
Held me tight as if I was running away
I still remember his words until today
He fulfilled his promises and made me his
We are blessed with two beautiful kids
As I wait his flight arrival at this airport
Smiling away, remembering those days we fought
Everytime letting me win with the charms he bought
We got tied into a knot on this very day
Time just few and its our twentieth anniversary today...


©sim
Inspired by neighbors anniversary party.
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
I don't want to be
a heartbroken Daedalus.
Let me have those wings
so I could be
the one to burn
carefree
into the sun
selfish, ignorant, oblivious.
Not grieving and delirious.
Incinerate this youth,
this dream to the root;
an instant ball of flames,
so but memory remains.

* * *

Cut my wings before I'm high
Are you my Daedalus?
We're not mature enough to fly.
I'm not your Icarus.
I'd rather be the liver
of Prometheus,
not himself who did deliver
hope to those oblivious,
misusing now his fire...

* * *

I'd rather be the liver of Prometheus
than live in this illusion of deliverance
The more you know, the more you're faced with ignorance;
and ignorance defeats you with experience

I'd rather be the wings of Icarus
and know the smell of burning feathers
than have a tomb stone like the one of Sisyphus,
no longer strong to push it from the nether
3 oldies sharing a common theme (no point in separating them)
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