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We won't let you wander off
Come back to this house
You out there, be still
We here together lend our voices
Our voices in calling you back home
Come back to this house
This house is where you belong
The only place you would find rest
Slime-God Oct 2020
Long have I known fog,
his name, a penumbral thought.
Just like all the rest...
Thoughts have long passed through me like a rolling fog, hazy, and never long to stay. Longer have I wished for their lasting company.
island poet Aug 2020
pick a word, let it lead you astray, then (soil)

a poem to exclaim, refracting the sun rays emerging
from the curves of your chested heart, the waggle of
ten fingers conducting your inner song, the baton first
waved swipe to earth pointing, let us commence there:

think of yourself, entirety, as soil, you the potter,
what has been planted by others, nourished by others,
along sides of your ingestions, you the grower, seeded
anew, each word, hybrid edging with existing vocabularies

the sun from without, the sun from within, the rivulets
of water, the arterial pathways, feed the treasure chest,
and you, farmer, planter, grower, picker, plucker of the
produce, serve us, baskets grown on the fruited plain of

poems’ soil consisting of the writings grown in the
unique you,
all of you,
body & soul
Lane O Aug 2020
When the light begins to fade,
I have you to guide me through the darkness;
your hand in mine,
never to be led astray

- Lane O.
anica Jun 2020
maybe you don't really care at all
indeed, I'm one to blame
end this to forget the fall
lost is myself from all this game
come right back.
Keebo Apr 2020
I’m waiting  
Like a black cat in the doorway
Watching my old flame dance the night away
She flirts with any guy that comes her way
And I drink and drink until I’m okay
But I always end up on that wave train
Burying my feelings with *******
Now I’m walking home in the pouring rain
With a girl but already forgotten her name
My mind is walking around memory lane
Realising how much I miss my old flame
She was my soul mate but things changed
Our love was in a haze and gone astray
But one things for sure, I can never replace or recreate
The memories I hold of the good old days
Dancing the night away with my old flame
Kelvin Mar 2020
Day. A sunny day
Masked shadows arise
Eager to devour
The bitter potion is spelled
All shadows dispel
Awful taste engulf the air
A heart in tears
Day. A darkend day
I won't go astray...
At least... not today

Brian Jan 2020
I find myself in a storm
I knew where I was going
Yet I am surprised
That God is crying out
Water from his eyes
Me by myself
My worries and my fears
I knew where I was going
How did I still end up here?
Then I see the lights
The only offering of guidance
They keep me from going astray
Without them surely
The ditch is where I would lay
I've seen these lights before
In following my older brother
In the kind words of a friend
The proud teardrops of my mother
They were there all along
Showing me the way
Were it not for them
The ditch is where I would lay
Wrote this one night after driving home through a very bad thunderstorm. Hope you enjoy!
Louise May 2019
I am writing of summer
for the first and the last time this summer.
I am writing of tasting the rays of sun
off the fullness of the moon,
of getting sunburned on the days when
the dark's bleakness counteracts the nights.
I am writing of his touches,
and how they will always be the
heat to my monsoon.
Singing of his kisses,
how they will always be the hum
that tones down my deafening wails.
Bleeding for his longing stares,
yearning for his feigned care,
being with him on a bright afternoon
will never not feel like a tropical getaway.
Being with him will always feel like my dream
vacation house by the seaside,
even though he believes he's ruins.
Being in his arms will never not feel like
staying home in a cozy, rainy evening
yet we are always moving and going.
To him, I will always be the raging sea,
he wouldn't want to test my waters again,
not even dip his hands below the surface.
Away from my depths and critters
is where he wants and needs to be.
It only started feeling like summer
when I got to feel his kisses again,
now we're both slipping to the rain,
Are we ever going to get blinded
by the promised rainbow's end?
I guess we will stay like this,
so as long as we're together and apart,
our hearts will never mend.

MA Apr 2019
Wanna get away.
Not knowing what to say.  
Living life day by day.
Feeling as though I’ve been led astray.
Today’s a new day not like yesterday.  
What am I exactly waiting for anyway?
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