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G Rog Rogers Aug 2017
I knew that I truly
did love Her
when I could not bear
to see Her heart be hurt

I knew how much
I surely did care
when I could not bear
to see Her cry

Knowing the grief
She encountered
was darkness
rising against
Her beautiful grace

I knew I always
would love Her
from the moment
tears first caressed
Her angel face

I knew I never
could leave Her
awash in a
tragedy of loss

I knew how much
I loved Her
When Her tears
fell freely at such
a very precious cost

Her anguish was shared
there in my heart of hearts
My arms ached
to embrace Her sorrow

With Her until
beyond the end
I believed We would
always share tomorrow

I knew Our bond
was established
upon the first
glistening mist
in Her eye

I knew I truly
did love Her
When I could not bear
to see Her cry.

-R.

6.15.17
-LA

-4MAR
©2017
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I'm Tired of facing hardships that don't have anything to do with me.
Looking for purposes that i would love to expand you see.
the love i feel is not as wild as it would seem when it's just a dream.
a lot of things are uncomfortable,
what you want your respect or somethin"?,
all the things i regret about ya,
like you think i won't amount to nothin",
all the negative things you lack,
that you see in me are the things your makin",
up in a society,
that apparently you let help raise me,
moving away will be the best thing for me,
so the rest won't believe your stories.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/feral-animals-in-broken-fam.html
maria Aug 2017
A little firefly would always be free
Flashing its bulb happily
But once a curious person sees,
Trapped and shall never see the glees.

This said firefly must have a choice
To help itself, or join the noise
Of its new "owner", in a tiny world of moist
Where everything is not its choice.

Who is this firefly and what had it done?
To the world that might claim it already gone
Once a liberal insect, buzzing from afar
Now just a mere speck in the dark.

But it had a decision to make,
Be free or be fake,
And if I were that bug what should I choose,
A life of quietness or a life without clues?
H Phone Aug 2017
It’s funny how things go
Sometimes
You write that you don’t know
In rhymes
A decision like do or die
A decision like crash or fly
But when you do, you might crash
And when you fly, you might die

I was intertwined
Woven into the vines
Of doubt
And the worst thing was
I no longer wanted out

Trapped like a fly
In a web of lies
That I myself had stitched
And the worst thing was
I didn’t know which was which

Lie or truth
Die or do
Shy or brash
Fly or crash
Could you tell me which one’s better?
Because I didn’t think I’d ever
Know
No,
No, never

And the funny part is!
The decision’s been made for me
And it’s just now that I see
The vines around me crumble
As the ground I stand on rumbles,
With the sound of understanding
The same ground which my mind was
standing

And the funny part is!
I realize the truth now
The one I’d always known
As the spider webs untangled
And dropped me, beat and mangled
In the orchard of mindful prying
Dropped an apple on the hammock
in which my mind was lying

I start to raise my voice
“stop, I’ve made my choice!”
Wave my arms around
As they finally lie unbound

It can’t be too late…

Even though I took too long
I know I took to long-
ing
For the lyrics of a song
Or the lines of a poem
To give me a sign
But I’ve made up my own mind
I want you to be mine
Regardless of the outcome, this is what I write.
Druzzayne Rika Jul 2017
all my opinions broken
because my changing perception
I battle out in making decisions
trying to draw better reason
but stopped by hesitation
as is not by everyone's expectation
Crystal Peterson Jul 2017
Re-
Make a decision,
    -- Change your mind,
       --- Do something different,
       --- Then wish you hadn't
    -- Changed your mind
In the first place.

Regret,
- Regression,
Repeat.
Dipinti Saha Jun 2017
She was a perfect daughter well said,
And his dad was proud enough that day;
When she left her job,her dreams behind,
Just to getting married, with her dad choice...

She was really happy with her own place,
What she bought from her little money she could saved;
Only she knows how good it feels,
Being independent and doing all her needs...

After hours of discussion she actually failed,
To make his dad, understand all her traits;
It's her choice,  not to get all comforts,
With his dad money, but to earn it first...

For her dad she deserved to be treated like queen,
This job is making her restless, what he has seen;
He barely understand the identity she will loose,
To follow the decision what he actually choose...

Finally she get married with her dad choice,
And she was a perfect daughter, everyone realized...

After so many days, she came home ,
Because of grand party his dad has thrown;
Her dad was listening what her husband said,
Wen sum one asked about his wife that day...

She is doing nothing but making home,
And then their normal conversation started going on,
In just a moment he realized what her daughter said,
It's not about the money but her identity she made....
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