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Kuda Bux Jan 13
Purple
The sunlight pierces.
In the corner of my eye
is a shape.

Memory
River of my remembering.
The fishes who eat themselves,
are slaves to the current.

chains between my ankles
jangle louder
as I inch towards the comfort
of a familiar tree

Under its shade,
where I buried Yesterday
along with the sins and joys of youth,
Moss has spread
I want to write something
that lives beyond me.

Something that brings joy
to someone I'll never see.

Something that has wings
to traverse time and space.

Words of rhyme that kindle love
in a formerly loveless place.

Just a line, or phrase
where someone will say-

to a dear friend,
I read this today.

A poem by some old poet,
I don't recall his name.

But I found it to be beautiful,
and it touched me,
All the same.
What I write now, I hope my son will read when I'm 30 years gone
and remember me. Or maybe even a grandchild
even though I don't have any yet.
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Reading poems from,
2013-2018,
On here is like,
Walking through the graves,
Of dead poets,
Who breathed breath,
And sang songs,
For years just like us,
But they aren't on here today,
To show us that,
They breathed breath,
And sang songs,
Before their beloved art's,
Death.
Beautiful poems from years ago, it's sad they are so far away.
Mays Benatti Jan 3
We were lovers but now we’re two cars passing a freeway
I take a look back in the review mirror, like it was yesterday
wrapped up in each other’s arms, looking at the stars soaking from tears of love
Two clueless atoms bounding into everything and nothing in one, like an accidental chemical reaction
No clue of the long term repercussions
Now we're just strangers, with nothing left to say
Our love story ended, in a bittersweet way
Our paths have diverged, like two roads in the night
But I'll always cherish, those moments in the light
We were lovers, but now we're just two cars passing by
But the memories we shared, will never truly die
Our love may have faded, like a sunset in the sky
But the impact you had on my life, will never truly die
You taught me to love, to feel, to be alive
And though we're apart, those lessons still thrive
So as we drive away, on our separate ways
I'll hold onto the memories, of our love's brighter days
And though we may never meet again,
I'll always remember you, my dear old friend.
I was sitting on the 34th story, tears streaming down my face as cars passed below. That moment moved me to write, and with tears still falling, I poured my emotions into this poem.
An old year is slowly winding down
Where every minute and second count
Don’t hold our breath, just count down
Gently and slowly. A new year, a new bout
Is coming down the aisle, while an old year
Is disappearing or evaporating in the air
An old year is gone, an old year is out
A brand new day is in, please let’s not shout
Be happy, be jolly, and be ecstatic for now
Please let’s not be as loud as a hungry cow
We must move on, we must go forward
Let’s not look back and let’s not step backward
A new year is present in the atmosphere
Life is not fair, life is sometimes unfair
Let’s be positive and let’s hope for the best
Let’s be fair and let’s start caring for the rest
Life is not easy. Life is not static.
Life can be wonderful and dynamic
An old year is being chased, that’s natural
And a new year is approaching like a jackal
That’s a phenomenon. A new decade is here too
This is the beginning of something special and anew
An old year is gone. It’s now history. It’s now the past
Time is never slow. Time always runs fast, very fast
Like the last poem of the old decade
And the new poem which will enjoy the new shade.

Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
my days go quickly
my nights are quiet
in a morbid kind of way
the mind
the body
less will to move
have led my hopes astray
so many things
that are left to do
are buried in my dreams
things that once were goals to me
have faded in the seams
when the memories begin to drift away
when the body is in decline
take me to the ocean's edge
and leave me to my final line
bad day
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Thou art a gnashgab mewling wretch,
Thy face doth like a codfish stretch!
Thou art a boil-brained muck-sprout,
A maggot-pie with addled snout!

Thou fustilugs, lily-livered mumblecrust,
Thy wit hath gathered quite some dust.
Thou art a motley-minded lout,
A hedge-born knave without clout!

Thou art warped and wayward sock-knocker,
A cumberworld, a scobberlotcher.
A flibbertigibbet, saddle-goose fool,
Who'd lose a battle with a stool!

Thou art a shrivel-headed apple-john,
A dalcop, pribbling bobolyne!
Away, thou canker-blossomed pest,
With thou weather-worn poorly-mannered jest!

©️Lizzie Bevis
This poem was inspired by my daughter who was giggling at Medieval insults, I think that it is safe to say that old English insults were quite colourful!

A modern English translation for those left scratching their heads!

Medieval Mud Slinging

You are a grumbling, moaning rascal,
Your face stretches like a codfish!
You are a stupid, foul mouthed,
Maggot pie with a muddled snout!

You are a clumsy, cowardly fool,
Your wit has gathered quite some dust.
You are a muddle-headed ruffian,
A low born scoundrel without influence!

You are warped and greatly perverse,
A burden, an idle person.
A chatterbox, a simple fool,
Who'd lose a battle with a stool!

You are a shrivelled apple head,
A foolish, prattling idiot!
Away, you canker infested pest,
With your tiresome, ill-mannered wind up!

I hope that you enjoy reading this poem!
Jonathan Moya Dec 2024
Its leaves fold,curl in
Their grip yields to the cold wind
The elm knows their loss
Mrs Timetable Dec 2024
I am
Scared
Of
Time
It marches on
Madison Tomes Dec 2024
Gold sprinkles from the ceiling
Green seeps from my eyes
Scent of sweet water in the air
I feel fair in yellow
Head to toe
A monster of glistening lights
Im ugly yet you love me
I adore how money blinds
again experimenting with more styles and feelings.
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