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Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I sat on the stairs
long after they stopped shouting.
As the shout and anger
made room for themselves
in our lives.
As muted cries
became muted sighs.
I would look at the sky
and see no stars,
but only the tears
that pooled my eyes.
For long, a portion of time
got stuck in my heart
to remind of how lonely a child could be
in spite of having all.
I look at the dismay
of my so called day
When everything seems
to be falling apart
I find myself collecting the sum
of my parts
Putting myself back together again .

With a grin !
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Here I am dieting again!
Is chocolate such a sin?
I graze all day on chlorophyll,
Eating salads, I feel like a dill,
How is the serenity?
It's only five-thirty,
Really having a swell time here,
What else can I eat, my dears?
Feedback welcome.
Mesmed Jausa May 2015
je n'ai pas une femme
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

j'ai l'histoire pour le manque extraordinaire
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

j'ai vive sans un moment placide
sans le sang de les innocents
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

je n'ai pas une femme
et je n'ai pas une cigarette
A double-minded person is unstable in his ways,
caught between opposing opinions of indecision;
he is easily tossed about on the oceanic swells,
forgetting that Christ provides the provision

of calming the violent seas of personal storms.
For He alone possesses the sacred, eternal wisdom
that enables us to divinely live lives of victory,
as we “stand in the gap” on behalf of His Kingdom.

We can’t expect to survive- this cold world alone;
each day we’re dependent on God’s fair supervision;
He will make sure that our boat is afloat, protecting
us from all danger, twists, incidents and collisions.

He’ll purpose to keep us covered with perfect peace;
we’ll remain in one accord with no personal rescission.
All nonsensical misery and strife will promptly cease;
He’ll keep providing us guidance, love and provision.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Jam 1:6-8; Luke 12:24; Psa 84:11

This a collaboration with Pat H. (from GS Poetry).

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
    
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
misty Dec 2014
I can't sleep
What is it to sleep
When the only thing I see when I have my eyes closed
Is you
Your face
Your hair
Oh *******
I am so mad at you and yet I feel nothing
I don't know how I feel about you
About us
Is there even an us?
It was always you
Always
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