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Bonswan Mar 2016
Who is this man? With hurt in his hands
Fallen on one knee; a vassal of Your command

“I’ve searched O’ Heart of Hearts! Yet still I found no Lord”
On a silent night
I shout in nullity
Perched fore Heav’nly Body
That makes me feel adored

In quiet genuflection
Near a Sea of Stars
I hear the waves thrashing

I listen to the Universe roar

Granted what light th’ occupied Galaxies could afford
Hark! I do declare, Serene Silence said,

“A faithful servant of Tranquility lives by his own accord”

With a new boldness and candor repose
I watched mediocrity shrink
and my love for life grow

I have heard a new Lord
The One left neglected
The One we ignored
We are One Body interconnected
Diffr’nt notes of the same chord

*The people long for heaven
but life is our reward
I enter the labyrinth
in hopes of finding You, O Lord
with fear and trepidation
I walk on

I enter the labyrinth
wrongly do I journey
in the space I go
when You were in the lines

I walk through the labyrinth
anticipating Your call
waiting for a sign
to tell me I am Yours

I walk through the labyrinth
hungry for Your embrace
craving the touch
of the Master's hand

I journey in the labyrinth
circles in circles
trusting in You
O Lord, my guide

I journey in the labyrinth
the labyrinth of life
and I find You, my Saviour
in the simplest and most wonderful of things

I exit the labyrinth
thankful, grateful
that for one blister in time
I am blessed with Your peace

I exit the labyrinth
reaching the sunset of my years
looking back, I realise
You were with me all along
A Lopez Jan 2016
Sometimes we think
We come into
Another person's
Life to save them.
When in all
A
C
C
U
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A
C
Y............  <><><>>>>>>>>>>>>they are really the ones
Who came
To
Save us!
Miguela shine Jan 2016
I thought that I would be happy to find
What I thought to be the end of my search
Distraught, a sad, and lost, tailless feline
Whose whiskers when in dark will make me lurch
Instead of clear and happy carefree days
The tempest that I feel inside my being
I question if this is the right of way
Results I heed are sitting unforseen
To tumble back to where I once began
Traveling to a wider range of sea
I’ll cast my line with bait of truth and love
And see what type of rarity will be
Maybe this catch will be willing to stay
And i’ll vow not to fish another day.
Part of An Animal Sonnet series I'm doing
Fox Lauren Dec 2015
Oh---the words won’t knit themselves
Alone with nothing but mere thought,
Without the help of wondrous hand,
They’re nothing
But a sorrow lot

Of strangers screaming in sad verse
Visions of wisdom & of truth
Without the knowledge lost in sense
Without the soul of fearless youth.
Dawn of Lighten Dec 2015
It is but a deficient herdsman who would fault his sheeps,
For flocks are lead to their own devices.

There are moments where the sheeps are really wolves in a sheep cloak,
And certain sheeps willfully follow the deceitful to undesired ends.

So it seems with current waves of the ocean of information,
And controlled emotions of media perpetuated fairly tales.

Rather become very bored of reality television,
Illusions of images worse than plastic material.

What is left of this world still organic,
And ideals like a scent of dawn?

I for one choose not to play any of their monopoly, risk, or stratego,
But embrace the incoming storm and play in the rain.
The illumination isn't the vision that stir you by forced ideals,
But your inner child tells you the true personal intuition!
Crucifix Dec 2015
We fell like fire, a streaking ball of thunder, and in our slumber we found each other. Twin wicks on a single candlestick burning bright, fighting back the night. How long we will last before we burn our last? How long will we echo through the ground with every loving lasting sound?
A beat, a pound, heartbeats lost and once more found.
Never give up on love.
Dana Kathleen Dec 2015
I will never forget the late November morning
when walking across campus it was cloaked with a ghost
but it dissolved due to a distant radiant gleaming
and I thought how beautiful this place is
and something within me sank when
I realized it won’t be as beautiful
without the potential of you.

And when I looked toward the horizon
you became more than just a thought
and I couldn’t help but laugh as
I watched us gravitate toward each other
because of the irony because
losing you has been the most poetic thing,
you even texted me while I was writing this poem.

But the thing is I don’t know if I’m losing you.
What people forget is when an hour glass runs out
it is started over by flipping it so maybe I’m finding you.
I still want to add more imagery for this poem, but this is what I have for now.
Jose Gonzalez Nov 2015
Atop a jetty of rocks, deep in wandering thoughts
never quite comfortable in sitting, on cold, hard massive stones
eventually in focus, despite my discomfort

Tracing shoreline, watching waves turn, feeling the earth around
looking into the horizon, as the sky is clouded over
wondering if she ever senses, when I think of her

The waters are of turmoil, gray-blue, choppy and churning
feeling a bit empty, as if life and energy is missed and away
and I am alone here, wishing for a calm with her by my side

It seems unnaturally complacent, adjusting to my surroundings
almost accepting this is what it is, numbing, lost, never to be

A glint catches me, upon murky waters, widening my eyes as
more and more appear, as a golden ray touches from the sky
fighting off the darkened waters, giving glimmers in a rolling cover

I am understanding it, the fight between them, the one inside
knowing how it works and the difference of it all
even of distance and far reach, there can always be light of hope for her

Some days are dark, churning of waters, gray-blue
covered in clouded skies, making it seem all so empty
feeling to myself amongst great forces, without any sense, control

Then comes the sun, warming reminder, glimmer upon waters
letting me feel again, of faith and hope, and of when the time comes
that even across the distance, she is there, and is enough to see the sun over a sea of turmoil.

Copyright © J.L.Gonzalez 2015
Sometimes I have my sad, bad, depressed, days about love, companionship, and being alone. However it can take a single moment or thought to change it enough to hope, and strength. I am not a good writer or such, but I hope in my simplistic way of writing, this helps keep someone going on finding someone.......
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