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Crystal Freda Jan 2018
Changing colors
scattering with the others.
All golden, red, and green
fat, wide, flat, and lean.
Jumping with glee
and spreading them all free.
Cold winds blow strands of hair
and face feels the chilly flare.
Coats, boots, scarves, and all
are embraced in fall.
Crystal Freda Jan 2018
Golden colors
emerge with
the breezy weather
amazing wonders.
Leaves fall
and crumble
as you watch them drop
one each after all.
Inga M Jan 2018
her grey hair does not matter
                                             as long as
                                                        the sun's gold shines out of her soul
about getting old(er)
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I am mama Africa, mother of humanity
My soul flows in all people in all places
I am Queen of Shebah the essence of beauty
You see me in people, people of all races.

I am mama Africa yes, I'm the Ashanti Gold
look at my jet black soul, I am forever young
I am ancient, dark, golden glorious to behold
Akwaba my children, sing me the Ebone song.

I am mama Africa, I gave birth to Mozambique
See all my plains spread from ducor to Cairo
Green my fertile soil, dark my soul so unique
I am mama Africa, roots of mount Kilimanjaro.

I am mama Africa, adorned with wealth infinite
Watch my strides, I represent perpetual grace
Hear me my children, cease to fight and unite
Come all ye spirits of Uhuru ,all I want is peace .
The Continent,the people and the richness and bounty of it cultures and peoples...all encapsulated in this beautiful poem which evokes the spirits of Uhuru ,the Masai warriors .the MAU MAU and so much more..this my Africa !
Lead play a role of lead
Or it can famed as fake gold
Alchemist
Carly Geissler Jan 2018
It left me on a cold night where I couldn't close my eyes,
When the moon was low in the sky,
Morning broke like fine china and the sun brought fire above,
But birds didn’t carry their same beautiful tune,
Colors didn't paint things as they once did,
Laughs couldn't escape my heart the same,
Smiles never played on my lips,
They just pained on the inside.

It left like a dreaming sailor,
Slowly it escaped further away,
Until it became a small dot on the horizon,
Then non-existent.
It was bound for a better life,
Disregarding its holder because it knew better,
Needing someone who cradled it like a first-born child,
Aching for a holder worthy of its potential.

It was chased away by my burdens,
That placed a weight upon them and forced them underwater.
It’s feared of being polluted by the clouds above my mind,
Combining with the dreadful darkness.
So it fled on a golden stead with not force against the front,
With moonflower horses and servants replenishing its cup,
As if it were too good for me.
I wasn't able to chase down the gleam that soared away.

Sometimes I go looking in the depths of an overgrown forest,
Searching for the candle that illuminates the night,
Burdens become heavier than then the sins of humanity,
I travel with lumber as my legs crumble down,
Yet, I continue to press forward with a cavity in my chest.
One day I'll stop my quest,
And retreat back to the dark,
Leaving fixes nothing, but took the longing off my heart.

I still miss the silver platter of hope and everything tied in.
I wish to see the bright colors dazzle my eyes,
To find enough room to smile and create astounding joy,
But it's probably found a new land,
That's supplied with better fillers and gigantic love,
Living to it's fullest potential on a beautiful beach,
With someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Someone who doesn't need it, like the depression in me.
This poem came to me late at night on a full moon as I was having a large battle with myself. It made me realize what in me was missing and that was my happiness. Two days later I'm sitting in a doctors office and given two options. Take medicine or figure out how to deal on my own. I wasn't ready to lose hope in finding my happiness, even if my burdens loom above
-Carly
m Jan 2018
there was a crack in my soul
then you picked me up and mended me
putting gold in the cracks

and then you dropped me again

now there are many cracks  
and the dust of the fools gold you left behind-

crumbled
why does thinking about not having her anymore make me feel so broken
I read a book sometimes
It save me from my crimes
Bring me to another world
And let me catch the wisdoms of gold
Jas Dec 2017
Paved in cobblestone
glittering hues of gold
Down my throat you go
and
I am home;
Burning and rolling in tar
scathing down that road
while
I remain with holes
infiltrate my blood stream,
make me crazy with desire
cause your cousin
unlike you
gives me fire
I'm a ****** to this feeling
but you laid a glaze that left me swooning
I'm in chains
a slave to your being
when you shove me with
the tip of your tongue
my purity is gone
and
I'm sitting in a river of me, wasted
Pinot Grigio (2016)
Elioinai Dec 2017
wondrous conundrum
perplexing sublimation
that as I build the fires in other's hearts
my own brightness grows
to unclothe for the naked
is to find ever increasing layers on my skin
Giving out gold
only to find my glinting hands fuller
Placing rubies in my sister's crown
and finding my own circlet more heavy
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