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Nicole Oct 4
He wakes in the morning
With a different name on his breath
Every year
A different homage to a different girl
With something indescribable on his tongue
About them
Never noticing or beginning to ask
Why he gave up writing poetry.
Alexander Sep 9
I loved an empty being,
Gave my all just so you could feel something,
But somewhere along the way,
You came alive as I withered away.
Johnny walker Aug 12
Now with Helen's love I was
truly blessed at time when
I was down and almost
out desperately lonely
In what felt to like
a world full of
hate
Someone sure
heard my payers and
sent me my sweetheart
she restored all my pride
and for the very first
time Helen gave
her love
me
I never experienced for there was no other she was the one the love
and kindness to but
there won't
be another nows
She's has
passed
on
Johnny walker Jul 25
Sat drinking coffee here In the UK and I'm dreaming of
dearest friend for she's far away In Texas after my wife had passed away
Terry
had read one of my poems about Helen on the Internet she felt the need to help me but didn't really know why other than feeling
sorry
for me after reading the poem I wrote for Helen she sent me an email to which I responded and we've become such good friend ever since
email
each other at leased twice every day Terry through our friendship has help me through some of my darkest days Terry has given me a reason to carry
on
Johnny walker May 24
Sometimes of late It feels like my body Is shutting down, calling time to many
people don't last long
after their loved
ones have
passed
on
Soon be nearly two years since she has gone, Is time 
being called on me now
so very strange, I feel
unlike any other
time If time Is
being called
then
I don't suppose I'll really mind to much, I can
except this my real
time was with
Helen, now
I'm like
hanging
on
So If time Is being called on me, then I'm ready quite prepared I
consider I've had
my time with
Helen I had
It all no
regrets
I feel sometimes that time Is being called on me but I'm prepared have no regrets I my life with Helen
Poetoftheway Sep 2017
she gave me her cell #,
in a crowded bar
inked upon my forearm,
"in case in my drunkness, I dare forget,"
a common come-on technique,
that reeks of all good things to come

but I failed to see,
in the little letters,
"@ your own peril"

a warning, poorly heeded,
inflaming my now unimaginable
needy neededs,
just a **** come on,
or a warring warning of tumult,
vampirish blood *******?

with cautious haste,
her number I did paste
into my contact list,
'in case of loss, call,'
when sudden notifications galore,
came unbidden from everywhere:

Are you really sure?

these digits seems were posted on a
Do Not Call list,
maintained by monks and bro's,
no, no, not a list of
what-rhymes-with-bro's,
but of fallen angels,
who knew the secrets of heaven

the price extracted for their revealing,
could cause you life long
arthritis of the heart,
per the Surgeon General,
for which the only cure,
endure, endure, endure...

the prize?

endless wonderful new poems, freely given,
but with one strictest of restrictions,
if published,
it meant your slow extinction!

that is why the world calls me
Poet of the Way,
forever trying to find a way,
to away these treasured glories


then one day,
he laughed and laughed,
when he first he read the magic key,
your poem, successfully saved on
Hello Poetry!


and now the poet endures,
even possibly, self-saved,
quite happily
Gave me life I didn’t ask for
you that traveled so long
felt like I knew those eyes in a dream
m-made it in
oh, get what you hope, that’s all
oh, get what you hope, that all?
you that traveled so long
you that traveled so long
you that traveled, so long
so long
I wore the same shawl on our third meet up when I went out with him.
still half forgetting
Isn't life so strange you have what you think all  
sorted and you feel secure In life settle down you take a wife
then suddenly all
taken from you
If It
wasn't for my memories
It would be as she was never here and the outside world just carries
on
and you finally accept your loved one has gome and you have to begin over again
knowing It will never be the same but
Survival Instincts
drive me on I know can do
this
to build my life again but still asking how strange the world If It wasn't for my
poem of my
wife
I write, to the world she'd be forgotten even though she has everything to live maybe the world
should take
note
of the ordinary
Individuals
who give everything to life
and get nothing In return
religion
says we should be so grateful to life but religion should be grateful to these ordinary
Individuals
who
spread their love around for It wasn't for them this world would ended long
ago
and I'm grateful to my wife and of all the other just like her we should thank  each every one bless them
all
The ordinary Individuals who never get recognition for their love they spread around the
world If It wasn't them this world have ended long ago
Johnny walker Apr 16
Isn't life so strange you have what you think all  
sorted and you feel secure In life settle down you take a wife
then suddenly all
taken from you
If It
wasn't for my memories
It would be as she was never here and the outside world just carries
on
and you finally accept your loved one has home and you have to begin over again
knowing It will never be the same but
Survival Instincts
drive me on I know can do
this
to build my life again but still asking how strange the world If It wasn't for my
poem of my
wife
I write, to the world she'd be forgotten even though she has everything to live maybe the world
should take
note
of the ordinary
Individuals
who give everything to life
and get nothing In return
religion
says we should be so grateful to life but religion should be grateful to these ordinary
Individuals
who
spread their love around for It wasn't for them this world would ended long
ago
and I'm grateful to my wife and of all the other just like her we should thank  each every one bless them
all
The ordinary Individuals who never get recognition for their love they spread around the
world If It wasn't them this world have ended long ago
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