Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Alex Teng Apr 2019
There will never be growth if it is not watered,
There will never be growth if it is not nurtured.

However,

There will also never be growth if it is not torched under the hot sun,
There will also never be growth if it does not stay in the long run.

It might get dried up by the scorching heat of the sun,
It might get stomped over by others in the long run,
It might even swayed when the day is fun,
But that doesn't mean you are done.


You are merely a seed just waiting to grow,
To unfold the world that you can't hold,
To be with the nature as we grow old,
To feel the breeze when the wind blows

In order to blossom,
You must grow,
Even tho it's slow,
You gotta be bold.

I'll show you the patience,
I'll show you the resilience,

I'll have to be stern,
But trust me,


You are never a burden.
SoZaka Aug 2018
A life lived in a dream
if ever a heavenly sight could bring me to stir
asleep on a plume of Neptune
dimensions away from here

of three eyes of which I see
not one sees  through my confusion
too dense a haze surrounds me
to spot the closest star
much less the farthest one away
jonni inferno Apr 2018
Astrologers
their readings ruptured
now run around
in panic-stricken circles

How can this be ?!!?
What shall we do ?!!?
Ceres is Gone !!
Now Pluto too !!
Who shall be next ??!!??
Jupiter ??
Neptune ??

Alas
We know their plans
and they've been confirmed

- No -
it's not Saturn...
- sshhh -
Be quiet now
- Please -
Do Not Squirm
They only want
Uranus

Yes
Uranus
from a planet
to a planetoid
and if they keep going
a lowly
ghastly
asteroid


pic/poem
http://oi63.tinypic.com/9suo01.jpg
just a comedic finish to "Pluto, Thou Hast Fallen"
included the link to the pic/poem at the end
re Feb 2018
oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
what is so special about moon?
just a brightly-shines-gray-round
when night falls.
just a place where there is a set of
reflected staring eyes of the giving up,
hopeful, and the wanderer ones.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
who dial the noon?

"me" i said.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
i prefer neptune

"what's this time?" he asked.

i prefer neptune.
i like neptune.

might be can't make the light by itself.
not like the moon.

and that's why i always say
"love you to neptune and back"

but take me to neptune,
we might never come back. forever.
we have endless time.
just like our stories.
it's a long flight.

but the moon
she can be our witness.
i'll tell her.
i would like her to tell
every particular story
of our journey to everything
that lives.

it's immortal.
NRIKO Dec 2017
when the sun fears enough to cower over
the moon with its knees and
is kissing the tender
glass of the mirror
that reflects one side,

neptune weeps like a baby
birthed from a place unknown
yet needy all the same.

with that,
my eyes are forced open
my hands to take its waist,
its apple that was once
part of a tree.

heat sears me like stigma
yet this is different:

a paradox that speaks
not in tongues of abuse
or nationalism of one's mind.

instead,
this new sensation
is accompanied by
a high-pitched falsetto
as if feeling every paper cut
**** into his mind,
his flesh of lost innocence.

then, when reaching out
to touch this "him",
this hymn i've found,
his skeletal oblivion makes itself known.

- eozyoh. 8.12.2017. 12:42 am
Next page