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Bhill Oct 2020
suddenly, silence without any expectations occurred
being alone, with the quite, does not have to survive unattended
silent time can be shared in the best of moments
silent time, even alone, should be pure

Brian Hill- 2020 # 286
Life is a grand adventure
And adventures come with tests
You won’t succeed with every try
You just need to do your best

With adventure comes perspective
And relationships - and skill
Yes, the things that really matter
When you act with power and will

Prosperity is character
When challenging times arrive
So brace up and hold steadfast
Act with confidence - and thrive
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I like thinking about life as an adventure, rather than as a trial.  Recently we had a lot of great messages of hope from our church, which I could sum up as "Stay Strong, Keep Going".  So I put some of these into my own words, wrapped up in the heading of "Adventure".

How are you changing in these difficult times?  Read through this poem and embrace the adventure.
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
Of the good things I’ve known in my life
Best by far is you
You are thinking about leaving
Tell what you want me to do

I will straighten up my act
Stop ******* as much
Long as it means you’ll reserve
For me your touch

I miss sleeping with you
Nightly in our bed
I wasn’t harassed by crazy thoughts
In my head

Things will not ever be perfect
Despite how hard they get
Will always try to work it out
Please don’t give up on us yet
I hate this ****
White Shadow Oct 2020
Not every path you see is for you to travel
Maybe that path is for the one person that's coming towards you
So it's best to wait at your end for the best to happen
Sythin Voxe Oct 2020
You'd think I was a fool
The way I mishandle myself
and come to every name you'll call me.

Blinded by the rules
hoping I am worthy enough
to be the same in which you saw me.

To call myself happy i'm afraid
is selling it far short.
I'm rooted on your porch like ivy.

To look at these rings we've made,
spiral out and distort,
Beam the importance of your place beside me.

You could crush me into dust
but I'd still crawl to your lips.
If only to fight you one last war.

You could collide with me just
but when they brush off my ribs
It’ll only leave me wanting more.

I'm sewn into your storms
by God's own shaky hand.
I’m your own divinely made art.

I’m in the spiral that forms
Over the golden red band
I live in the deep blue of your heart.

I will love you more
until the day I die
Until my rings have no balance or grace.

I will drown myself
in that Crimson eye,
Until there's nothing left to drown me but space.
I will love you forever.
John McCafferty Oct 2020
Translating emotional state
Takes some discipline and listening
From thoughts to words in place
Don't lose sight of actions in flight

Tame the beast before it feasts
Monkey brain reframed
As allowing a creature out of a cage
isn't necessarily the best way to participate
Elevated above this primate state

Contest shortness of breath in the chest
Slow feelings in controlled action
Pause for a rest and step left in turn
Observe the effects that reflect on you best
To check what you've left
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At night I sleep but .
When I sleep at night , it doesn't mean that I give up my fight .
I dreamed up of the day , when child's were in the play .
When everything was good , everything thing was fine .
The faces with smiles , no head with the lines.
Everyone's enjoying , nothing was annoying .
The sky was blue as much as it could .
No lies between us only brotherhood
.But , one day .A storm came and washed all away .

And throw up us in the dark days .
The faith dies inside and hope seeked the hide .
The hate eat it all , the day turns night .
My dream just broke , everything was white.
An another quite day , and I'm back on the way .
Now I can see the heaven , no more oath with grave'n.
I know I will get my answers . I don't have more chances .
I will ask the god , but don't think I'm so bold
Can I free the world
, from this hate

So that I can end up these dark days
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2020
Mum said be a doctor, but no
I didn't like school, glad to go
I became a mechanic instead
It caught my heart in 10th grade
I could do better in life, compared
To my grades, my life is made

I prefer a simple life
Where my biggest problems are finding the bolt that just fell down into a void
Where my daily irritations are losing a spanner or socket
My worst encounters would be a client that insists on knowing the problem
My best moments would be spending time with friends and family
My best days would be vacations

I don't want to be a doctor
And worry about a cancer patient
Or huge accident coming in
I don't want to be irritated by nurses or patients that don't listen
I don't want my worst encounter to be losing someone's life
I don't want my best moments to be having expensive things to show off
I definitely don't want my best days to be going home and sleeping early
I started working on engines when I was 15 and fell in love. I've been doing it as a part time job these days, because I'm busy with exams, but when I'm done I want to study further. I want to be rich, most people desire riches, but I want to like my job. So starting small for experience while studying hard for qualifications, I might get a good position at a company
Mahogany Ree Sep 2020
the love i have for you
. . .  is so ******* LOUD
it’s deafening

you sir . . .
. . . are more than just my muse

© Mahogany Ree
9-27-20
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