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Canis Latrans Mar 14
Sentinel of dust.
Guard your resolutions quietly.
Calamity comes but to no avail.
The card signifies strength in opposition. If attacked he will meet the onslaught boldly.
Canis Latrans Mar 14
Desolate sands, vacant blood.
Sunset bleeds into final night.
Aut Caesar Aut Nihil.
Johnny walker Mar 15
No more could I have done
for you Helen, so loyal
and very true I stayed
to her for all of the
time
I spent with her she
made all my dreams
come true In all that
she did for
me
All the kind thing she
said to me, always
made feel loved by
her no one could
have asked more
of her
So loving and very
true faithful right the
end, she was to
me
wife, mother, lover
and the best friend I ever
had she stayed true to me
right to the very
end
Helen wonderful wife mother lover and best friend no one could have asked for
more
Vexren4000 Sep 2018
Humanity is being reduced,
To nothing but a shadow,
Of the greatness it once had,
Cyclical progression of man,
Shows that we rise and fall.
When will be the day,
That humanity only rises above our past,
Instead of becoming it?

©BAS
Heavy Hearted Jul 2018
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.

every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.

you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
leave me alone
Jon Thenes Nov 2017
here we are
wiffs and flavours
readings for life ;
rotting
weaping
daring and musing
tentacle tips
flinches
impulse ;
charge
to the senses
of a greater being.
Äŧül Oct 2016
Long-distance relations,
I have a weaker memory,
My physical state is dismal,
Some say that I distorted facts,
That I am some sort of a ******,
Some have gotten so scared of me,
Others have just gotten sick of me...

I do not blame others for my state,
As I am lesser than my own shadow,
And in the end, I am alone with myself,
For nobody would want a half-boyfriend.
HP Poem #1179
©Atul Kaushal
Steven Stevens Oct 2016
I put the paper in the printer every day
I put the paper in the printer every way
When the ink run low
And they jam the envelope
The boss man call me up and then he say

MARIA! MARIA! THE INK RUN LOW
MARIA! MARIA! I JAM THE ENVELOPE
MARIA! MARIA! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
JUST PUT THE PAPER IN THE PRINTER AND THEN I PAY YOU
Gracie Knoll Jan 2016
What is this?
Is this some cruel game and I am your ****?
Can you move me around for your own gain?
Am I some shallow follower that is yours from dusk till dawn?
How is it that you feel justified by what you do even when it causes others pain?
You treat me like I'm less than nothing
But truly it is you and not I who is the lesser of the two
I am here for more than this
But you are nothing more than a shadow being
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2015
Part I*

It’s hot tonight,
Boiled tonight.
And I’m drunk tonight
So I scatter tonight
As opposed to
Sleeping tonight; so
Alone’d pave my way.
I speak to parchment,
And with dehydrated
Tongue.
So stack the syllables,
So ebb the songs,
And if words could be
Bricks,
I’d end the stares
And disallow
The gentle breeze,
My window;
Not quite frigid yet,
But like her breath
With a hint of ice,
If only enough,
To coerce my hair,
Specifically
The strands on the
Back of my neck.
And so, we’d shiver.

To be continued…
Part of something larger, at least I thought so. You see, a million little schisms eventually become a cataclysm. God took my girl; and maybe it was for the better?
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