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Nothing like the last minute before you start
the show
when the air is rare,
and the faces there clearly
pining for that first note
Nothing like the last time
When you gave it your all
sweat pouring down, smoke in the air,
and you're commanding the entire hall.

The music in the air tonight
Will flow forth from
   my ocean   soul.
The people dancing, singing, laughing,
Some studiously ignoring,
(who happen to find my music boring)
Will, once again,
   make me whole.

         The vibes we give and the vibes we get,
and the vibes we have to just forget,
  All of it is glorious,
though glory comes
at a heavy cost.
Nothing ventured, nothing
gained or lost.
I've no regrets about
the rewards I've tossed.

   Nothing like that first blue note,
When the gathered folks hear
The songs I wrote.
Some with face like stone,
And some with
Their minds blown,
Everybody gathered here is beautiful,
in a cosmic light of their own.
And the music shall be known.
The messenger birds have already flown,
and the music shall be known,
and The music shall be.

                                      And is.
                              Now, and Then....

   I gotta remind myself to learn the club owner's name,
So he will have us back
                                       again.
A love poem about music and life, with a little comedic tag at the end.
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬!
Just a thought!
Reality maybe!!
More thoughts/realities 👇
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/134709/just-a-reality/
neth jones Dec 2021
You suit my ruin
fellow me and we'll each please the other
scuffing lovers
we'll sputter and prune
letters to basil Oct 2021
dear basil,

regret is useless
learn the lesson and move on

blow out the candle next time
don't go to auditions alone ever again
call your friends more
live outside of your head sometimes

don't wait for her to find someone else
because you're scared of rejection

make a wish before you blow out your birthday candles
write down that thought stuck in your head
don't wait until 10 pm to start that movie on a school night

but it's okay if you want to turn back time a little
just as long as you learn why

love,
basil
just a thing about regret and lessons and time, ig. i've missed you. and myself. and i hope you've been loving yourself and drinking water <3

10.31.2021
letters to basil Jun 2021
XL
dear basil,

please start drawing again
singing again
please start loving again
and living again

please start writing again

<3,
basil
drink ur love life juice :))

19.06.2021
maria Sep 2021
no feelings
      no pain
ʜAᴋAɱ May 2021
I been helping,
⠀⠀⠀⠀them.
This time its,
⠀⠀⠀⠀not my fault'
So if there a day,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its gone.

Alive or dead..

My life and day had,
⠀⠀⠀⠀been suffering
u'll find me hangging,
⠀⠀⠀⠀in this land
Rotten peace of world,
⠀⠀⠀⠀can't be true
Did I make, a mistake?
Even they point at me,
⠀⠀⠀⠀its still wrong
Right now I dont know,
⠀⠀⠀⠀who should I trust.

Not even my family,
⠀⠀⠀⠀friends
One person,
⠀⠀⠀⠀ want me gone
That day we meet and,
⠀⠀⠀⠀wreak my life..

Awful to feel betrayal,
⠀⠀⠀⠀face to face.

So then if your reading,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ this
U'll be next to die,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside me
Im waiting for that,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ day to come
Can you see its already,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ beside you
Its, opportunity for me
Death is looking at,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ your soul
Eager to meet you,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ to other side..

Hell had gone, down
Earn for heaven, land
Like the day, I meet you
Price of love that been,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ broken apart.

My life is, meaning less
Enjoy, to see you run!
Clue,less seeing you to find that.. :)
Elizabeth Zenk May 2021
I know that when I’m gone
you will mock me for my selfishness
for taking my life away from you
but please know,
that I lived my life bound by selflessness
I lived to serve and please
I recited my poems in rehearsal
so my last words could comfort you
and you’d never feel to do the same as I
I scar my flesh to bear my cross
So you may never have to.
Please know,
I lived every day confined by others needs
I listened to your woes
I starve my body to bear your cross
So you may never have to.
Know that this last act I take isn’t selfish
That my last act is one of freedom
It will be my only act of self-indulgence
in my life of catering you.
my final act is one of freedom
I died to please myself
annh Oct 2021
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜
𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎;

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘-𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜;

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕,
.
.
.
𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎
.
.
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𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢.

‘Springtime is upon us. The birds celebrate her return with festive song, and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.’
- Antonio Vivaldi
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