Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Steven T Wellman Jun 2020
So disappointing
what my windows
to the weary world see
i blink
and i blink some more
trying to clear
the melancholy mist
holding back
an ocean of tears
i try not casting stones
the only stone
i should be throwing
is the callous heart
barely beating
in my ice chest
i need to throw it back
in the pool
of humanity
watch the ripples
reach shallow shores
where integrity drowns
in high tides
of unsound rest
may these undulating motions
stirring small waves of love
penetrate walls of indifference
overcome all barriers
brothers and sisters all
gathering arm in arm
arriving at our destination
full of hope...

~Steven
Keebo Jun 2020
I have been drinking with this girl all night
Admiring the beauty in her eyes
I asked “are you lonesome tonight?
If so, wanna come back to mine?”
She smiled, finished her drink and said “alright”

Now we’re back at mine
Drinking endless glasses of wine
As we continue ******* about our lives
She goes on about her ex and how he lied
I put on a vinyl to smoothen out the vibes
She says “I love this one, we must dance”
She then jumps up and takes my hand

As we dance
Looking into each other’s eyes
She gives me a kiss and bites my lip
Making me sigh
I spin her around to hold her from behind
Kissing her neck whilst she runs her fingers through my hair
I kiss behind her ear and whisper
“Should we go to bed?”
She turns around, pins me down and said  
“Let’s **** to Joy Division instead”
I had a dream about having *** with Joy Division’s music playing in the background but I woke up late for work and couldn’t “treat” myself so I wrote a poem of that dream instead (bottom line is - don’t ******* all the creative juices away)
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Into you

learning to be
a divided
submersible

once so perimetric
on the fringe
of all that grows within

we thus fall
and settle
much like Sarajevo Roses

colorfully resting
in the lasting drawn out
places we made perish

now
here
am I

into you

the ******
connective
entirely dependent

upon
the quotient
of two integers

the way we love
is a method
of mixed results
Vera City May 2020
Beware ancient grudge
Either the red or the blue
It is all purple
Vera City May 2020
One simple phrase to tear us wide
                                                     apart
Make us writhe and squirm
                                              breathlessly
Three­ words to promise eternal hold
And leaving us aching, and sobbing to death

Make us writhe and squirm
                                               breathlessly
Pleading and crying for a reprieve
And leave us aching, and sobbing to
                                                           death
Ripped at the seams and naked

Pleading and crying for a repreive
As hostility becomes mundane
Ripped at the seams and naked
Lies the passionate monogamist

As hostility becomes mundane
Dual passions are fuelled by the
                                             state of  bliss
Lies the passionate monogamist
Cannot see for the rage

Many hear them...
Three words that promise eternal hold
"Divide and Conquer"
One simple phrase to tear us wide apart
where are the times
when people could rely
     more or less
on what their leaders
     whom they had elected
spoke and did?

when there was yet no need
to fact-check every other sentence
of presidential self-appraisals
or denigrating tweets about opponents?

after three years of suffering
through all shenanigans of the most blatant kind
it seems that rudeness, ignorance, and lies
have quietly become accepted as new normal

we've learned that people we elected
     to fight for our cause
can say one thing
     and then the opposite
throw in a lie or two
and nobody complains
or votes them out of their coveted offices

in fact
thanks to the wonderful examples of our leaders
we now have learned to distrust everybody
even ourselves

eight billion plus of unreliables
Apropos the recent appalling B-movie production in the U.S. Senate re: impeachment of Donald J. Trump
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
))))))

I tried to save your life six seconds ago,
but the air sent me away
when I moved in its domain
to reach for your hand.


((((((


You were vilified in its winds.

It gushed of how you ruined everything.

))))))


It once killed you,
but you trudged back
from the river's part,
without spite,
holding an elder's rebellion.

Your         crime         was too heinous
and the wind begged me to **** you again.

((((((


With the trial withstanding your time,
I sought your records.

They were pulled in gusts,
spread over pinkened
cumulonimbus clouds,
and struck down to my hands
where I dropped them myself
in utter revulsion.

))))))

How could I ever save you?

You killed the air too.

!!!!!!!!
Skye Dec 2019
We are reaching out
and claiming
parts.

Bit by bit
we are
grasping
it.

Dividing the
treasure.

But the,


problem?

Is that
the
"treasure."

Is
cursed.

And we
are perfectly aware of
the burden it holds.

Yet this
curse
is the reason we want
the treasure.

The reason we
need
the treasure.

It provides a wonderful
emotion.

Love.

Familiar love
that makes you warm
and proud.

Proud to carry the curse.

And it carries another
curse.

Sadness.

Longing.

And worst of all.

Happy memories.

That can never be made again.

So maybe it is a burden.

To claim and
share
the treasure.

But together our
family
can share the
curse
burden
as one.
I love you guys.
Robby Nov 2019
There is a sweet familiarity with you
I know your hands and your face
I’ve seen them change as we age

If I close my eyes I can hear your voice
I know your words and how you say my name

There is a deep intimacy there
A long romance full of heartbreaks and highs

I miss the version of us that got along
Robby Oct 2019
What has become of my heart
This constant flow of love and hate
Salt water and fresh spewing forth

I love you deeply but I hate you
I crave you madly but your touch repulses
I need you with me but I have to run away

How long can I pull myself both directions
One side must win but I don’t know how
We have divided me
Next page