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Colm Aug 2017
I can almost contend
Almost swear
That I don't age at all
Not even for a second
During those moments when I'm in the air

Flying freely without face
Until gravity pulls me back again
And greets me with a firm embraces

How I adore such things
Like the feeling of what it's like to soar
Quietly through the clever air

With a cutting figure bend the back
And unwind with time
Just to pause for a moment precariously
And hover right there in the air

How flying always makes me feel
That I am lighter than the world

Pressing down no more on me
For I am falling between my cares
There Is Freedom In Falling
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
See me on the flip side
Meet me on the hill side
When you see through bruised eyes.

Let me know how it feels,
Only when in your mind:
You didn't care when in mine it festered.

The sea couldn't wash away,
The stain was oily on my skin,
How fragile we're only paper thin.

Saw the sea on the flip side,
Horizon painted pink shades
And green when it met the sea side.

Feel free when you see
All what's seen is part unseen
Truths perspective subjective.

Let me know how it feels,
Only when in your mind:
You didn't care when in mine it festered.
When you can see multiple truths and how they don't mesh together. Perspective and subjective.
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Smiles, tram cars, stinging eyelids
Transparent brittle shards,
Ashes finding water surface
All of this onto a palm
Locked into a fist

I’m the coin that’s landing on its rim
The odds were slim and yet
I am standing on a grin
The third side says that
Karma always wins
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
On the day
or in the night.
In the dark or
in the light
black or white.

Whatever.
whichever way.

You got a choice
how you look.
On the flip side
or the other side,
any side of the coin.
Down the sun
or down the Moon!
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
This little heart of mine
often you nourished it
and cherished it gladly
as if it was a sweet smile
among a million primulas!

Oh, this little heart of mine
how often should it be scrutinised
be squeezed into the flip side?
What magic, should it show up?
Though no longer one sheds a tear
but spares a dose of love.

The sweetest moments in life
only come from love.
The harrowing ones are
no strangers—too big and bold
and could flesh out with no bound.
But fill this with only a slice—
not the lot—just with a bit of love,
this little heart of mine!
LucidLucy Mar 2017
May mali sa nangyayare sa buhay ko.

Bakit nagiisa lang ako?
Tama ba tong ginagawa ko?

Ginagawa kong dahilan yung pagkawala mo.

Ganito ba dapat ang maramdaman ko?
Para akong matutuluyan sa kahibangan ko.
Isang pitik pa, isang kanta, isang malupit na alala.
Kung matitimbang lang ang luha, siguro aabot na yung akin sa tonelada.
Nakakatawa. Wala atang makakatapat sa narating nating dalawa.


Hindi ko gusto tong estado na to.


Ayokong kalimutan lahat ng masayang alaala.


Sa lahat ng pagkakataon na namuhay ako magisa.
Para sa lahat ng sama ng loob na sumabog at di ko natantya.
Sa lahat ng gawain mo na anlakas magpaasa.
Yung ngiti **** tagilid pero nadadale pa din ako.
Yung balbas mo na ambilis tumubo.
Sa dalawang pusa na palagi **** alaga.
Nung mga oras na kailangan ko ng kasama tapos di ka nawala.
Sa katangahan at kababawan ko na naniniwala na nandyan ka pa.
Para sa lahat ng sakit na kailangan ko daanan mag isa.
Lahat ng dating tropa na di na nakakakilala.
Nakataas ang kamao ko pero nakaangat yung daliri sa gitna.


Minsan ang sarap mawalan ng pakialam, ng pakiramdam.
Yung mamuhay na parang dumaan ka lang.
Ang sakit magmahal tapos sasaktan ka lang.
Ang sakit magmahal tapos iiwan ka lang.

Di ako galit sayo.
Di kita papa salvage sa kanto.
Di ko ipagkakalat kung san kiliti mo.
Gusto ko lang mabawasan yung sakit na nararamdaman ko.
Kasi isang taon na, ikaw pa rin laman ng poetry page ko.

Sana isang beses makita ko na lang na masaya na tayo pareho.
Yung tipong pag naalala kita, nakangiti ako nagkekwento.
Ang hirap nga pala talagang kalimutan.
Yung minsan may taong kumilala sayo bukod sa sarili **** magulang.

Ang hirap umasa na may dadating pang iba.
Ang sakit na kasi nung minsang binigay mo yung puso mo sa kanya pero iniwan ka din nya.
Kanya kanyang dahilan, kanya kanyang pinaglalaban.
Kung di din naman tayo magkasama sa huli bakit kailangan pa natin pagusapan.
Nalulungkot ako, di ko itatanggi.
Pakiiwasan mo na lang mag post na masaya ka palagi.
Matagal pa siguro to maghihilom.
Nakakaawa yung susunod kasi naka kandado na yung puso kong mamon.
Yun ay kung meron pang susunod.
Waiting for the healing.
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
A verse in an ode, like a song,
In Oz, we call flip flops, thongs,
Perfect for weather in summer,
Hot sands on the beach, a ******,
Yes, each nation is unique,
Flip flops, thongs, make our world complete!
Feedback welcome.
A palm outstretched, the metal shone
Etched on both sides without an edge
The options were weighed, the metal was tossed
To do right by the result, we solemnly pledge.

With a destiny engraved on each side
It went up high and spun around
The dreams weighed more than the metal itself
A breath was held, the wish was found.

Once it reached its pinnacle
Nature took its course again
The metal flew too close to the sun
No feathers to fly, it would crash again.

The palm where the metal rested
Outstretched once more to reveal the destiny
Fingers closed around it once more
Eyes closed, he prayed for an eternity.

He opened his fist to reveal those lines
They belonged to him, they were his voice
His dreams, like the metal, could not be found
It was all an illusion, there was no choice.
Solaces Dec 2015
On the flip side...


its to quiet.. no thoughts or words.. just at times the sound of silence beeps on through..

its to dark.. no sight or light.. just at times the red and yellow blops i see when i close my eyes.. they cascade upon eachother trying to take over.. but no color ever wins..

its to sad.. no courage or strength.. just at times weakness trying to be strong only to give up for whats wrong..

its to wet.. no sun or clear skies.. just at times a shread of light trying to see underneath this dense storm of falling mist..
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all the shades of my sadness are clear...... so i take a deep breath for a moment.. and i begin to listen, see, smile, and feel..
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the sound is beautiful.. a song plays for me in my head .. one of my favorites as i pick up the pace..

i light the candle.. a beautiful light is quite a sight.. i close my eyes and see pass the reds and yellows.. i see her, the candlelit flame burns for her..

i crack a smile.. i let go.. and i stand up.. i look forward and begin to run faster..

the storm passes.. sunlight rains down.. never giving up.. the sun seems to shine on with me.. behind me pushing me with her light.. that huge candle was lit for me.. at least today it was..
Its ok to be sad..  Sometime you have to do it to be happy again.
Swathi eruvaram Jan 2015
Tiny feet taking a walk
Small and steady steps
Careful not to trip down
Still not sure of which foot goes where
Sometimes right, sometimes wrong
Busy strolling around
Little baby in momma's big flip flops
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