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Colm Mar 2017
The power of the mind is not eternal
It is not fixed, but it is fickle and it will unwind in due time

But for the betterment of others
For the expression of the self
And for all things good, most honest, pure and kind

For these things my son develop the power of your mind
That way your body, heart and head may align
One day
Arlene Corwin Mar 2017
Alice Is In Wonderland



Alice got sick.

A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.

Don’t know how, don’t know why,

(We never know how, why we’ll die).

Bad and sad for doggies

And for those who hold them dear.



The vet urged she be put to sleep -

It had gone far.

It went in seconds. Not a peep

From Alice, just one beat, a bleep

And she was gone;

A little soul taken in hand

By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.

Alice is in Wonderland.



Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin
Ode to a dead doggy - a dear doggy.
Chloe Chapman Mar 2017
How can you know me,
    When you've only seen my skin
There is not way
    I could possibly portray
    More than a distorted fragment
        Of the twisted universe
            That resides inside my head.

I try  my dear,
    Oh how hard I try!
But it is futile you see,
    For how can I form words
        To convey who I am
When I myself
Do not even understand
Who I Have Become.
Sophia Lynne Mar 2017
I picture you in a coffee shop. sipping on something hot. You're occupied on your laptop, there's a little book right next to it with a pencil (not mechanical). You seem very at peace but... concentrated. You look like you know what you're doing. Maybe you're writing an essay for school. Maybe you're a writer like me.

Whenever I see you in my head, I'm never involved. I'm watching you from a distance and I don't think you notice me. I don't think you ever will. It's up to me to make the first move. It's up to me to say something intriguing enough to peek your interest. By the time I meet you, I wont be so worried about what you may think of me (unless I happen to remember this moment, that is). I'll be sure of myself. I'll know who I am by then.
sls
Cal Ashiq Feb 2017
I'm consumed in the thought of my dear
As i stare at the vast ocean and lay here
The cool breeze that softly brushes my cheek
Reminds me of your touch that makes me weak

This glimmering star is like your smile at day
Such beautiful sight that removes all my dismay
How I long to have you in my arms again
To be with you till the very end


Won't you come and be with me my dear
Remove this pain and all I fear
For it is only your presence that suffices above all
In this love for you I'll always fall


Please embrace me as i close my eyes tonight
You're the only one i need my shining light
Bless me with a kiss from your soul
I'm always yours my darling I call
precious joy Feb 2017
#1
i have seen thousands of lights in all the bright places
and i still think the only light that matters
is the one within you
—Things I Want You To Know
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Oh
Dear
Painter
Why have
You forsaken
Me altogether,
Why no tears?
In spite of all the grief,
In spite of all the sadness,
In spite of all the darkness,
In your heart forsaken me.
My HP Poem #1437
©Atul Kaushal
Crimsyy Feb 2017
Toluene

You slip away from me
just as I'm about to reach,
time escapes us
like a clover
missing its fourth leaf,
stuck in the jungle
of my thoughts,
I can still find you but
I feel like you're the closest star,
visible, but too **** far.

And where's my luck
when the wrong date
on the calendar turns out right?
I haven't seen you
in a fortnight
and now I'm starting to feel
the absence bite.

I'm falling apart
because I can't remember
your lips or
how it feels to
drown in your kiss.
You're a nuance in
my memory:
I always remember a lot more
when it comes to you.

But this time,
I've forgotten the
sublime ways you
made me happy,
And I'm reminded
in each aching moment,
of how the breath in
my lungs constricts when
you're not near;
I miss you dear.



*Hey everyone...a little sad poem but that's because I felt that way. Please comment your thoughts / constructive opinions on this poem. Thankyou for reading! ^.^
Bhumi Feb 2017
Dear Valentine,
If you're giving me roses this year,
Please make sure to remove the thorns.
So that it won't hurt me again.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Dear Diary I don't have today,
Let us arise and greet the day,
I woke up on Earth anyway,
The sun rose again today,
I'm going to have a great day,
In a calm and smiling way!
Feedback welcome.
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