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Whitavius Jul 2020
A whole lot can happen in a second
Entire lives forever altered … and
The whole world is changed
every single minute…

Can you count the seconds
Of a baby's first breath?
Can you measure the interval
Transition between life and death?

How long does it take to die?
Caught off-guard by accident...
Or for total change of heart and mind,
By some unexpected, life-changing event?

How long is the "moment of victory"
Compared to the "hour of defeat?"
Both are decided in an instant
How much destiny is changed in a heart-beat?

Take the time you need...
Value your time indeed...
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Uzo Okoli Jun 2020
Lyrics of bounded intimacy gladdens her conquered mindset
Over the hills of Abeokuta, love flows like waterfall
Vying for the golden heart of  a conquered and bullied one
Eagerly waiting for the crown of love that's beyond


Hating speaks ill of emotions of her past dealings
Daunting cowards scare her of love scars and wonds
Brave hearts smile to her but she giggles and worries
Stepping forward to behold her angelic monster with vexation.


Bridegroom implores the mystic of time and imaginations
Smiling to the awaiting hands of her selfish fantasy and ego
Reminiscing to the high tune of affection and wander of the past
Aimlessly searching for a perfect-godly bride that is beyond her.


Recalling past timelines make her smile, angry, aloft and joyous
Searching for a warmth hands is all she dreams of her present
Not forgetting previous intimacies that weakens her nerves and heart
A diva in her youth as she beckons for unrealistic wishes.
The ground will testify our PAST when we fall asleep permanently.
Susan N Aassahde Jan 2020
feather soap scone
concert twin
pigeon tie sceptre
OpenWorldView Jun 2019
“I’m dark”, she warned me.
Cross the event horizon.
Nothing can escape.
Sketcher May 2019
You are so cute,
No matter what,
From head to toes,
To ***** to ****.

You are the little,
I’m the caregiver,
Just ask for anything,
And I will deliver.

You are so pretty,
Every single day,
Please take my hand,
And I’ll show you the way,
To a happier place,
Just you and me,
No matter where we’re at,
From land to sea,
I’ll be there for you,
And try my best,
I want nothing more,
Than your happiness,
I love my lovely little girl,
My everything, my entire world,
I love you, I love you, I love you so much,
To this terrible life, you’ve become my crutch,
I’ll try to learn to stand without you,
A dependent strong man I’ll be,
The future, together will be seen through,
Together, soon we’ll move in and marry,
And have a nice life with a house and money,
Always and forever, through crying and funny,
Things that we’ll do like eat each others chins,
And share our past stories onto our kin,
But before all that,
I have something to say,
Please hear me out,
This will probably sound gay,
A lovers gay,
The cheesy type,
That makes me want,
To maybe write,
A poem for you,
On our 92nd day,
Here I go,
What I was going to say:

Is that you are the sub,
And I am the dom,
Do me the honors,
Of letting me take you to prom.
She said yes :)
Kayla Hardy Apr 2019
I remember when I asked you,
October 2, 2017
what if something happens tonight?

I remember when you,
rolled your annoyed eyes
there is zero chance that something will

I remember thinking,
anger flooding my brain
I bet that no one ever thinks it’ll be them

I remember mourning,
the 50 people who died
they never saw it coming

I remember the anxiety,
following me to every concert
maybe tonight someone snuck through

I remember praying,
looking around at all the strangers
I shouldn’t have to fear for my life

I remember shaking my head,
wanting you to listen
we need stricter laws

I remember our fight,
your exhausting arguments
guns don’t ****, people do
We had to write a political/protest poem
Kayla Hardy Feb 2019
cheeks fill with the fiery heat of an embarrassing fire
eyes close so tightly a pounding ache sprouts from the skull
teeth lock together and lips bleed the more they fight to stay closed
hands press and are drenched in soaking salt as they hide the guilty pain
ears strain at the sound of stupid love songs mixed with ugly cries
lungs struggle to catch a breathe feeling like they’re running faster than they should be
heart alone in its shallow shaft knowing that it shouldn’t be sad when it feels so much love

But the head knows it was better to suffer now than to bleed all over a white dress.
Poetic T Jan 2019
The caterpillar,
slowly eating at the steam
of the leaf..

Knowing that it will fall,
           but eating never the less.

Were an extinction level event,
               slowly eating away at
                                                     life.

And we will like the caterpillar fall...
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