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Until death do us part,
We do us part until death,
Digging our Graves to lay,
We will be the seeds here,
Unyielding in this garden,
Sprouts none to doom,
I've dug a garden upside down,
Filth by filth I've learnt a thing,
Understand this Love,
A winters growth is slow,
A winters bloom is rare.
What use is regret now dear?
Everything has its end, sometimes it's not beautiful
Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
"Synchronous generators are the majority source of commercial electrical energy. They are commonly used to convert the mechanical power output of steam turbines, gas turbines, reciprocating engines, and hydro turbines into electrical power for the grid."

what a powerful summary
of how poetry is grid into
expression existence, sources
of sauces of energy and powers fusing, all your parts, synchronizing,
and you laughing,

God is good
God is great
God just electrified
my eclectic lazy muse,
and dear god,
she just wonton wonan,
won't shut
up!

help
he whimpers joyously
4:47am
1/5/25
or
5:1:25
J J Jan 12
O ladybird, lend me ur heart.
Sigh heavily and blow the cobwebs from my brain;
Unwind us both until we undo ourselves to the very start.
Dry me from your torrid rain.

Ladybird, O ladybird,
I’ll bleed over your feet
And stickily paint my lips
In the name of your grace

So loving it descries and so nonchalantly unforgiving and relentless

My ladybird, O ladybird

Crawling nails thru my hair like scratched steel, spotty from the outset, femme-fated accent

Ladybird in her own image;

  Arm outstretched, palm bent up facing,
O ladybird, my ladybird…

Oh Jesus Christ
Michael May 2021
I wanted to shut myself off from reality.
To escape from myself most definately.
But be careful you don't end up like me,
or bill collectors will sue you eventually.
Habiba Herisha Nov 2020
Oh god,
I’m done.
I can’t be a fighter nor can I be survivor anymore.
I’m tired.
I can no longer fight my own battles.
I’m surrounded by darkness.
I’m a prisoner of my own demons.
Oh god.
I’m done.
I’m sad
Àŧùl Aug 2020
Oh, my heart,
You were lonely.

Oh, my heart,
You were grim.

Oh, my heart,
I finally found her.

Oh, my heart,
No longer grim.

Oh, my heart,
No longer lonely.
My HP Poem #1876
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Won't you drain all my griefs away?
My HP Poem #1716
©Atul Kaushal
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2020
Child, enjoy now,
Fear not the pain and sorrow
Leave that to adults
Ohhh child things are gonna get easier
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