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Star BG Jul 2017
With deep inhale of breath I write
pulsating with the power of my soul.
Hidden emotions surface like undertow
grabbing my pen to write across page.

When I smile my words tickle senses
giving showing a window to reader.

When my heart is heavy
my words are bound to page like rock
giving reader a chance for insight
into an experience that can haunt.

When stars come out to play,
my field of poetic jargon
comes to life ready to feed
every breath into phases.

And with a sigh of an exhale
that catches the wind to dissipate
I sit release the prose
from deep in soul eyes are ready
to catch a glance to drift in a poets mind
Inspired hy Nadia DeLevea
Rachel Hickey Jul 2017
Dig your nails into my skin and pull apart my flesh
Pick me into pieces and shred my every breath
Beat my blood like morning eggs and take your rightful pound
Spin my head and shake my legs but I won't make a sound
Poetic T Jul 2017
Undisclosed location,
                    where his words.
a flower buried with its petals intact.

But all will wilt, given time.

So many dead flowers forever obscured
Saint Audrey Jul 2017
Too jealous to justify
I earnestly belived I could capture
These ever passing moments in time

And as each one falls past my fingertips
As coarse words fall from my unkempt lips
I only find myself cursing
The lucky few, for whom words are never amiss
And am left still rehearsing
Searching for a way to capture bliss

Too depressive for my own good
And far too negative
Tortured? No
That might imply I can be understood

Lightweight?
That's a bit closer I suppose
I'd ask you to do it
If I thought you would

Overblown and borderline
Constantly finding ways to undermine
To my detriment
To retreat or to repent
Or keep going
Down this beaten path I did invent

Ages pass

Years fly by

Days crawl on till there's hardly any time

Finite and dwindling

Ever draining supply

I still can't find a way to aliviate what's on my mind.


Might as well keep writing down
The same thing

...
...
Star BG Jul 2017
Fueled by a fairy-tail in breath
I wandered holding my inner child’s hand.

We pranced along feeling the breeze
and danced celebrating day.
We let out giggles that traveled in sky,
as little winged beings filled trees divinely.
We bonded as little one within smiled
radiating my inner senses.

When fairy-tale ended and rain fell gracefully,
inside we went to be fueled at bedtime
with a childhood dream.
that opened my heart.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by a poem by Valsa George. Thanks Valsa
Kash Jul 2017
I used to be comforted
by the sound of ocean waves outside my window.
I used to sigh in and out with each current pull.
A heave forward.
A drag backward.
Reliable.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
In and out. In and out.
I used to breath with the water.
And it was simple.
Clare Margaret Jul 2017
I was born when the sky opened up
and polluted my mind
with its brown ash--
an initiation of sorts.

I was born again when the wind cleansed my skin
with its ferocity--
an invitation to breathe from the surface.
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2017
The next time we meet.
I plan to meet you in unnoticed fashion.
To come face to face even if you laugh or chase to how far your mind wanders.
I plan to meet you today and the day after.
Coming face to face with unconscious desire.
Had I do anything else I am sure you'd notice.
Finding myself in finding you.
Extending to a desire to meet you in infinite space.
Accompanying you in certain philosophy.
To fill your lungs with the utmost of need.
The only interruption being,
That you'll never know how much I'll appreciate this one moment.
And how you'll never know,
That this will be all I'll ever know.
BSeuss Jul 2017
I layed there in the dark,
waiting for perhaps a revelation.

I woke to the light,
hoping for a miracle of sorts.
For a transformation of my life,
in a way that leaves me better off.

But the truth settles in,
I can only do this with action.

A child like hope will no longer do.

I must move in life to manifest my own.
Although my dreams have lead my head,
I can no longer wish.

I have wished & wished again & again.
As if speaking with a dying breath.

I layed their In the dark.

Waiting, wishing, hoping.

However,
I see that I have to be the life change.

I woke to the light.

Times have drastically changed,
& I must come back to life,
with all the strength I have.

Its not as hard as I made it to myself,
But It will never be easy.

And that is okay,
that is the way it must be.

I can make the change that I hoped for.
I can be the change I want to see in life.

I woke to the light.

To realize that the pain is only a teacher.

A lesson in a loss,
a siren of our own misfortune.

But it is not to the end we feel the weight.

Times change & so does what hurts us.

Darkness is not there to take away light.
The Light is not there to blind us.

Darkness is simply the absence of light.

Yet a certain amount of dark is needed,
to see the stars at night

There is no bad in light or dark in nature.
It is simply how life Coexists with us.

Your darkness does pass,
as does your light.

Just as they both come back,
but neither is present at the same time.

In the end your light will be all that stays.

Realize the good in the bad.
Accept the bad in the good.

Life slows down for none,
& it's never too late to stand back up

We layed there in the dark,
to wake to the light.
If it's too dark, turn on the light. If it's still dark,  open your eyes
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