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Dakota J Dawson Apr 2018
Dawn's echo
Cloudless day
Full of grace

Birds chirping away
Grills firing away
Cows grazing away
mk Apr 2018
i am in a haze today. it is cloudy and beautiful outside. it is also pressing down on my chest and i struggle for air. i wore your shirt to bed last night and it helped steady my oxygen supply. i wish you were here to say my name and speak to me in my native tongue to remind who i am and where i've come from. i'm forgetting everything, slowly. recreating yourself is only good when you haven't done it five thousand times over. i just want to be me now. but how do i become me if there is no you? pick me up from the library and walk me to class. hold my hand and tell me that you will stay with me no matter how grey the sky is or how cold my fingers feel.
jonni inferno Apr 2018
an' when at lasste
they reach'd
the fartheste shorre

an' placed
their booted feet
'pon her ****** soil

they turned and lookt
wi' shaded eyes
farr 'cross
the Tranquil Sea

beheld the beauty
of their mothers' grayce
a crowne of starrs
Her diadem

an' tho they long
for Her embrayce
must heed the calle
an' join tha' race

oh tha' Song of Destiny
tis tha' which burns
within our souls

Her ardent voyce
doth beckon us
to reach
the farr-flung starrs

Her siren's song
drawin' us
to touch
the fartheste shorre

beyonde the seas
beyonde the klouds
out to the starrs
we journey farr

we venture forth
to search
to know
to reach beyond
and touch
The Fartheste Shorre


p. j. upchurch
circa 1997
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/298731-the-fartheste-shorre/
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I drew my inspiration for this poem from pictures
of the July 20th 1969 - Apollo 11 - Lunar Landing.

I  have attempted to use "old/middle english" in an
effort to evoke the times of early explorers that sailed
the uncharted seas, discovering new lands.

So - Here's to the Explorer Adventurers throughout the ages -
and within each and everyone of us...
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
How do I tell you this separation
Is gnawing through my heart?
I knew it would hurt, nothing could prepare
Me for the catastrophic pain of being apart.

I hate that we are divided now
Two halves that were once whole
Desperately trying to replace
The precious moments time stole.

I wear a mask to conceal the hurt
Plus longing I don't understand
Pretend my senses are alive and tingling
When all I see and taste is bland.

I comb old photographs searching for
The exact moment we started crumbling
Unanswered questions form an endless pit
I am falling into it, tumbling.

Unable to find the right direction
I wander my silent sorrowful abyss
Looking for a working compass
That will point me towards bliss.

Or a distraction powerful enough
To keep distance far from nagging thoughts
I am helpless while being pushed around
By fear contorting my stomach into knots.

An apocalyptic cloud
Of uncertainty, dismay, and doubt
Follows close behind my footsteps
Reminding me of what I have to live without.

Rain falls in steady splatters
I retain hope this internal war I can win
Even if the torrential downpour never lets up
I have no choice but carry on soaked to the skin.
I am quite fond of this one. I have been writing so much the past three months I have been off drugs. My mind is so much clearer!
your mom Mar 2018
Do you not understand that no means no?
That stop means stop?
That all of this could be over and done,
if you would just listen to what I have to say?

You call me names because I tell you to leave,
and you talk down to me when I don't want to hear your apology.

You say you want to make peace,
but you only want to hear your side of the story.

You say that I'm wrong.
That this is my fault.

But oh, my friend, you are the one at fault.
None of this can fall back on me.

So please, just leave me alone.
That is all that I ask.
I need to clear my head,
because all you're doing is clouding it up.

Please listen to me now when I say no,
since the first time wasn't enough.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I saw you

soft as the clouds of heaven.

I felt you

covered in the condensed drops

of love that the whole world breathes out.

And I hated you for it.

I saw your skin marked with me.

I saw the cracks in your smile

covered in my kisses.

I saw my reflection in your heart

that was made for my thirst.

I saw my heart.

I saw what hid there.

I saw the storm that never calms.

I saw the poison that has no color.

I saw your eyes become the clouds,

I saw it rain.

I saw you tremble as earthquake

that tries to contain itself.

I saw you make your home

in my storm.

And I hated you for that.
She loved the sky
Always looking up
Daydreams of the sky and clouds, the moon and the stars kept her happy
She stayed in her daydreams especially when times were bad on earth
Tired of talking to cops seeking protection
and hiding under the bed where the monster would pull her out and hurt her
In these moments, she taught herself to have her mind drift off
She was in the sky
As she was flying up, Earth hit her
As if her wings got clipped
Then one day, she decided she wanted to permanently be in the sky
She cut all ties with Earth
And flew into the sky
She flew past the sky that she always daydreamed of
Heaven had a much more beautiful sky
Star BG Mar 2018
Inside a rainbow cloud,
energies come.
Blissful, peaceful light,
that spirals into all.

Inside a rainbow cloud,
joy penetrates moment.
Cells expand and pulsate
reverberating love.

Inside a rainbow cloud,
eyes open to visions grand.
Endless possibilities anchor.
from divine orchestration.

The new times are here
A gift long awaited for.
A world with
humanity awake to love,
BEGINS.
NEW ENERGIES FROM OUR CENTRAL SUN ARE DUE TO COME VERY SOON. THEY WILL BE ENERGIES TO AWAKEN AND SHIFT HUMANITY. THESE ARE GRAND TRANSFORMATIONAL TIMES.
Mister Granger Mar 2018
She was
in some ways
like a cloud.

Never wanting
to really come down
from her place in the sky.

But when she did
She poured her feelings
on the world beneath her

And the flowers grew in her wake.
It's raining, it's pouring...
(2017)

I wonder if there is a crown
Departed on the skies
That gently wears a silver vest
For simple modesty.

The aptitude itself, I think,
Is suited to her charm
That mesmerizes pleasure,
Then supplicates for harm!



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