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Kim 1d
Tried to make a rhyming song
Tried again to play along
Tried and tested it is true
The purest rhymes are shades of blue

I write a word and strum a note
This jukebox is a little broke
Push these buttons play and pause
Pick your song and cue applause

I’ve been trying - pushing hard
To keep from throwing in the towel
Play it straight your aim is true
Lyrics trite and auto-tuned
But through the cheers and all the smiles
All I see are lying eyes
Tried to believe – they said it was true
They said this was all the music they knew
They didn’t care for harsh striking tones
Don’t ring that bell so close to home

But now I’m humming a melody
It’s clear and rings out perfectly
It’s about this life and race
It stands alone no second takes
It knows when to start and swing along
It sounds just like your favourite song
It beats in time with my heart
It’s been here right from the start

Yes – I tried to make a rhyming song
I tried again to play along
But it couldn’t pass the test
And my soul would not rest
Yes – tried and tested – it is true
The purest rhymes are shades of blue…
Bansi Adroja Feb 10
You stand in the school yard
waiting for the bell to ring
for the day to disappear
they tell you not to
wish away your life
but you want to be someone
outside of those gates

These will be the days
you ant back later in life
they tell you
but you're not so sure

They don't tell you
about 9am tedium
hours spent in traffic
endless forms about taxes

Days lost behind your desk
watching the clock
wishing for the day to end
as you keep your head above
the bills, deadlines
and desperately needed alone time
A Poem a Day: Sunday Blues
Eleni Feb 4
I can't move you.
I can't move mountains,
or the sea.

I can't be there for you.
I can't feel your warmth
next to me.

Since you left, my dear
The days have been cold
And all the leaves are gold.

When you left me
I saw grey skies in the summer
All rain and thunder.

But I must move on
The pain must be gone
Before the pain becomes me.

So, I can't move you
I can't move mountains
or the sea.

Said, I can't love you
I can't hold you-
even when I want you-
my baby.

But if you need someone to understand
If you need a helping hand-
I can be there- if you only needed me.

You don't need to move mountains
You don't need to move the sea-
or me.
Outside my window,
the rain
d
      r
o
      p
s
down from the roof.
And because
of the rain,
I feel like I've been hit by the blues.
I'm tired and sleepy,
I just feel
so lazy.
Now
I wish
that it would be sunny.
The weather often inspires me to write.
Sunny Jan 21
I feel somewhat new
these are the morning blues.

Some days I feel like moving
Moving away from here and nowhere near,
Today I just feel empty. Like my hart could never be full
So now I’m craving healing, I want my feelings to be certain. To give the same love the way I have received
Learn to escape these negative thoughts and feelings.

Do I settle for what I think could be true?
Or do I continue to be comfortable with my morning blues.
I am suffering in silence
I lack energy
Slow to move
Lack motivation
Less interested
Hide
Doom &
Gloom
Sleep more sleep
How did  it get this bad.
Madison Jan 17
He was an artist
I wanted so badly to be his canvas
For him to fill my mind
With vibrant yellow's, orange's, green's...

But he filled me with the blues instead.
Your bliss turns to blues.
You're in the bottom
but now you know
your only way is up.

Your warmth turns to drought.
You can pour gasoline
in the dying fire inside of you
to feel warm again.

Your love turns to lost.
You may have lost in love
but in the first place,
you found it.

They say, the only thing
that is constant is change.
But can bliss, warmth, and love
be constant........ for a change?
sorry if my flow is kinda ~c h a o t i c~ my thoughts are scattered while writing this.

i love how writing for me is like an equivalent of screaming your lungs out on top of the building, or it could be like drinking a cup of tea.
I got dem B-Side blues,
perforated shoes
of my own design,
off color flag of mine.
I got dem prescriptions,
I'm passively shunned
by the typical,
like it matters at all.
I got dat bizarre brain,
patterns I contain
automatically
run 'crash.exe'.
I got dat problem child
run rampant wild
here within my ranks -
what deserves thanks?
Nothing at all.
And everything.
I know this well, now.
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