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Carlyy Apr 2017
Drive til you see mountains
Minutes will pass,
by thousands.
Keep going til you smell the ocean
Exhale at last
No more commotion
I wanted to try actual rhyming with this poem. I did it! Finding peace is one thing I wanna do in my lifetime(:
Francie Lynch Mar 2017
If I am happy
To be content;
Am I still content,
Or must I now strive
To maintain
happiness?
So many words,
So many meanings.
But not
Love and Hate,
The simplicity
Of strong emotions
That need no delineation.
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
small flowers
clustered, at mound's base
ant's garden
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
as sweet water
falling, in the first month
when glad my soul
Debbie Ogenyi Jan 2017
Here I am sitted again  
Options laid before me
Another path so enticing
Too many meals before me
All these calling out my name

How do I choose just one
My feet longs for every path
My tongue waters for every bite
Just then  heart whispers contentment
So I followed my heart  and found peace
Beau Scorgie Jan 2017
Contentment?
Who needs contentment.
Let's burn this fxckxng house down
so our skin swelts from the heat
and our egos can cry for our lost possessions.
Who am I without my Things?
Who is Sisyphus without his boulder?
A man now content with only himself?
Gxddxmn Absurdism.
Cedric Jan 2017
Contradictions that we agree upon,
Morbidly humurous situations,
Fictitious reality's dreams of truths,
And how we hate the things we truly love,
It's all so fake yet it also exists!

Inconsistency became consistent,
Change has always been unchanging, constant.
Reality has become vaguely clear,
Bravery has brought about many fears,
We wail with a smile as we cry our tears.

Living in a state of peaceful conflict,
Accepting that we're all clearly confused,
Dying as if we're living and breathing,
We open our eyes, sleeping and dreaming.
A sonnet of contradictions, oxymorons, confusion and instability.
Emma Hill Dec 2016
Let's lie in our bed
Among pillows and threads
Wear your hair on my head, as a crown

Borne of Brautigan's dreams
Rainbow trouts in the stream
Watermelon moonbeams trickle down
Adam Childs Nov 2016
Black hats, purple robes
Magicians love
To serve us all
Bubbling bubbles of desire
Lift me up
Higher and higher
Somewhere buried
In the sky

I discover
A taste a feel
On my finger tips
Touching with my very hand
In an unknown land
I realize
That I can have
Absolutely
ANYTHING !!
anything the world
Can bring

So  each and every day
Solid bricks
Fly out of me
As I build
With building blocks
Desire pushes me
Up and up
Spiraling stairways, climbing spires
Take me to the very top

And then one crooked day
Bursting bubbles, worlds collide
Broken stairs, broken bones
short end of a wish bone
Steep steps rolling down
Once again
I find I am crying
Rubble all around
Falling tumbling down

But in
Crumbling castles of desire
I find my essence purified
Like a living flower
Sweetness springs
From inside
With a song
It sings
Out loud

I only wish to hear
The sea
To feel the sand
Beneath my feet
The wind blowing
Through my hair
And take a breath
Of clean fresh air

As I am lifted
With every step
All desires fulfilled
With every stride
10 thousand steps
I walk each day
Each one filled
with
JOY!

So in this
Crumbling castle of desire
I feel a LOVE of life
In every part
I find my wishes
Just right here
Desire so very close to me
I can only feel
So blissfully

Each and every single day !
A little on the journey of desire
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