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Aa Harvey May 2018
Bunny


Rabbit ear’s pointing up towards the sky.
They are listening out for the bunnies that are calling out for love,
To begin their wail.
In search of a love, he is always hoping to find.
One he could love would be the one,
Who could make him wag his bright eyed bushy tail.


He knows that a wiggle of the nose is the way to go,
To find himself a mate.
Her silhouette is his reflection, a mirror version;
A recognizable shape and a friendly face.
He hops over to say hello to the mystery carrot eater.
“Hello, how are you today?  My name is Bouncer”
“Hi; I’m Leaper.”


And so the love story begins;
The bouncing, the leaping and carrot eating.
A sharing of a pleasant dream.
Only into each other’s arms are the lover’s a leaping.


On past the flowers and down into their burrow.
Bouncer and Leaper snuggle up next to each other, nice and close.
They stay down in their warren to keep each other warm,
Until spring is sprung and the kit baby is born…
And then Bouncer can hop off outside,
To fetch his Leaper a rose of thorns.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aaron LaLux May 2018
I am indebted,
to her like a samurai,
that’s why she is my girl,
and I am her guy,

she is my Mermaid,
and I am her slave,
so I always come second,
because she is first place,

at worst case,
I knew she’d get me with the right hook,
because I’m a sucker for good words,
almost as much as I’m a sucker for good looks,

I took,
the bait hook line and sinker **** it,
she got me with the right hook,
even though she’s left handed,

we take nothing for granted,
I give her the ground where I’m standing,
total opposites that’s why we fit together,
every moment spontaneous no planning,

see existence exists in every instant,
an instance of this is the existential bliss,
that her and I have when we unite,
and our unity is sealed with a kiss,

like a rose I suppose,
which is a reference,
Seal, kiss, rose,
now do you get it,

see there are similarities in my similes,
and metamorphosis in my metaphors,
and no I’m not **** about my analogies,
or allergic to verses so there’s always more in store,

topic always hot like that shop at the mall,
that’s us when we’re on fire like a phoenix,
see she saved me after I’d been crucified and burned,
not by Romans but by romance so I owe her my soul like Jesus,

I mean this,

she made spoken art light up from my broken heart of darkness,
broke apart then lit the spark so call us Spontaneous Combustion,
because when we’re together no matter whatever everything’s better,
and we light up the sky like lightening bolts see she’s where I put my trust in,

never rusting,

her mom died so on Mother’s Day we went to the beach,
where she protected me from myself and I protected her from the wind,
see we lived life grateful for every moment,
because we all know we’re all gonna go we just don’t know when,

well one day you’ll be gone and your love will be gone,
because we all get lost and then get gone like the wind,
see this is real love no counterfeit,
this is both generous and genuine all real no pretend,

when,
with here I feel found,
my lullaby for restless nights,
is the heart in her chest and the sound it makes when it pounds,

I am,

indebted,
to her like a samurai,
that’s why she is my girl,
and I am her guy…

∆ LaLux ∆

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Alaina Moore May 2018
Ever had someone tell you something
That swept the rug out beneath your feet?
Falling so slow it takes hours to hit the ground.
But you find it.
Cold and merciless.

I'm on the floor
Can't find my feet.
But I will.
This poem is about a time when I was told about something from my past that, for lack of a better phrase, left me breathless. It was one of the hardest things I have had to hear to date.
Tina RSH May 2018
Everything has a way of going awry
profound changes have to tell a story
How air may freeze and earth drown
in ashes of snow and tumble down
Lilies may turn red and violets green
All the opposite of what we have seen
I cannot stand against nature's will
With all these dreams I yet have to fulfill
All that foreseen, but dear love!
To the moon and heavens above
I swear my love for you does end
When Gods die with no love to lend.
Hasty midnight scribbles for an old woud, old friend, old love...
She was but an image in my head
One I once believed
Would help make easy passage
Far past all dread
But who am I
To deny
What her essence had already achieved
Came at a heavy price
To truly evolve
With life advice
To forge paradise
Was not an effort for the weak
Even when fate seemed bleak
My admiration
Of her loyalty
And dedication
To better her own faults
Continued to grow
Even in tested days
She still always amazed
What could help write
A fairytale narration
Not unlike that
Of Beauty and the Beast

Constant melodies emerge from the soul
Looking to try to hold her
When the day turns sour
Poetry much like this
Is hard to dismiss
To immortalize what words I wish to say
When times might render me silent
To what my heart hopes to occur
It is not but secret she is blind to
And her holding my being to the highest principle
When my ego took over
Only betters what it is I see
In the glimmer of her Eternal Jewel
As I continue to pray
Each day
For the hope to capture that glow
On the rings
To help sew
The miracle in our meeting
Into a fabrics of creation
As she is the first to make me feel
That I actually deserve a chance
At everlasting happiness

The very fact we met is a miracle
Enough to contemplate
If an angel took favor
If the chance encounter
Hadn't been brewing all along
Spinning verse of lyrical
As there is no debate
It is a thing to really savor
To have such fate in another
After finally getting to shred the dark ties
In turbulent and terror
To find another who understood
Exactly why
I saw the starlit sky
When the world seemed cloudy
To which my own faults
Threatened to drive her out
Proving myself to be but the greatest fool
As I worked to tear the castle walls
And slipped her a key
To which when she found herself ready
To find inside
The truest of treasure I can offer
In hopes they are the same
If not greater
Then what she once told me she admired
So when the morning rose
And we found ourselves
In the gaze of each other
As I cloak myself
In the Phantom veil
Of a being molded by favorites
And heroes
To hopefully ascend
Beyond the end
Of the memory in which
Brakes the barriers set on us
By forces beyond our control
Giving us the edge
To truly seek out
What it is we long desired
Of heart and of mind
To define
The imprints we leave
Upon the globe
Immortalizing
And
Strengthening
Our push to
Defying
And
Realizing
The cruelty of what laid
Behind us
And forging empires of eternal jewel
Captivating all who witness
Its glory
Aaron LaLux Apr 2018
I guess the moral to this Heart Break Love Story,
is if you love some one tell them right now don’t hesitate,
because there’s no better place than here no better time than now,
don’t wait like I did until it was too late and your heart begins to break,

because then it will be you sitting here heart broken,
chest torn open a victim of your own torment and emotions,
all alone with no thing or one to keep you company except this poem,
with no thing or one to keep the faith or place your hope in,

left all alone to your own devices,
as the love of your life disappears right before your eyes with,
your heart in their hand as they exit without a plan,
back into the cold world and all it’s vices,

I just,
wish I could turn back time but no one can,
so instead I try to push forward,
past the Past and through the pain,

and attempt to live long enough,
to give guidance to all of us Lonlies,
finding strength in my weakness and sharing the ways,
through poems and other forms of this Heart Break Love Story…

∆ LaLux ∆
Annie Mar 2018
You came,
After all those awful years,
Sat beside my grave -nothing's the same

You never apologised,
Broke my heart,
Didn't even call to rationalise,

Today, I don't have a voice to speak,
I am gone in the dark,
While your affair with her is on fleek,

You're here and I wonder,
How you abandoned my love,
Threw me out and I surrendered,

I don't want to change your mind,
Leave while you can,
It's time to put the past behind,

They say, "You can't bring back the dead."
So forget about me as you shall,
Toss my memory out of your head
Tina RSH Mar 2018
The story goes: A sad poet sat
beside the unpolished fireplace
immersed in the dying fire
and began with would be heres.
Such tragedy choked me when you set off toward the horizon.
And I knelt gasping, gasping for breath.
Begging for a last look, before death.
I burned in depth.
You spat flowers, moving away
giving a shadowed smile
And an empty love letter.
I dearly wished for better.
There was no better.
There however, was an end
to the rise and fall of my chest
I bet you thought it was for the best.
Twenty years of solemn dysfunction
and morbid melancholy.
Darling! Listen to my ifs and buts
silly and dramatic cuts through my throat.
Believe! For a moment watch close
my insane heart would still beat
if you were here, by the fireplace now
I could make a perpetual vow
to speak your soft heart only.
I hate confessing I feel broken and lonely.
But I'd do anything
And I'd do everything for you.
to come back and do
all I thought impossible
but possible with you..
Tina RSH Mar 2018
How does it feel, walking the rainwashed streets without me ?
I hope your hand is comfortable in your pocket,
Or a hand you chose over mine.
On the dining table we never dined
"together", its warmth froze in my heart.
The soup always went cold
and I counted every single bean
Never seen, or tasted before .
I binned the beans and bid them farewell.
I went back to my cold bed
and felt my head explode
and felt my body twitch in need
Oh honey! Lest your soup go cold
Lest you count your beans.
I ate the trashed beans and beamed.
How could I trash the green of your eyes that spoke through the beans?
I think I'll leave the empty bed for sale
It's a free life in jail
without you in my veins.
With me in your dustbin
This hurts beyond reason. It hurts that I never got to be with the man I deeply loved, because of distance and disease. This hurts that everything's ruined..
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