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cas Apr 2020
i pressed the key
a sad, yet sweet melody
i missed the key,
so does he

you are the piece
that completes the peace
you are the music
that gives me bliss
Rohit Chatrath Feb 2020
"If you want peace, be prepared for war
Which is a sure thing without any either - or.

Is there anyone open to non-violence walk
Who has that drive for a peace talk ?

War must be fought think I, with no other solution
Guns once bunkered up won't know dissolution.

Call then the soldiers, set up the cannons
Destroy the forts, bulldoze the mansions.

Let unstinted carnage reign supreme everywhere
Procure the bombs today that lay the earth threadbare.

Not a soul should survive, I issue the command,
If any peace - promoter found, send him on remand.

Should one signal out any olive branch,
Tell him peace has now no chance.

Riding with power, I shall be the omnipotent supreme
Subjugating the world to my feet is my only dream.

Thought of war fails to give me moral jitter,
War will be raged finally, with repercussions bitter.

Sanguinary will be the history now as tainted will be the scene
The seen will be unseen henceforth as the unseen will be seen.

Enough of chasing elusive peace; now bullets from drone,
Wives will wail now and mothers will groan".

Thus finished he; History testifies that a dictator had his will,
Throbbed the cruel heart saying go for the ****.

The heartless soul is deaf and dead to the peace notion
You debate for; he only debates against the motion.

War is a **** thing; a butchery; no act of a sage,
Humanity must reign supreme for all the world's a stage.

It's vivid that the aforesaid was uttered by a bragging wiseacre,
For this song digs at such rulers; is, at bottom, a power caricature.
This self composed poem, crafted in couplets, is an overt criticism of war and war loving autocrats around the world. In a nutshell, the anti-war piece portrays satiric caricature of a reckless war - promoting dictator ; not an individual but a type; a self - righteous dictator who falsely believes unsolicited war to be the only solution for peace.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I am throwing away our memories
Thoughts used to make me smile
All they do is take me to the past
My heart goes on for miles

It is helping me convince myself
I don't need you anymore
I'm taking a deep breath
Watching them soar out the door

But paper-thin they start shaking
Wings broken they try to glide
One by one they crash back down
The landing strip inside my mind

The hollow ache rushes in
Reminder of what we had
Ghosts are everywhere I look
Can't escape or understand

Instead wonder how and why
Never really cared at all
Ponder every possibility
It drives me up the wall

But I can't find the answer
Every puzzle piece is there
Can't make it fit together
Aching soul is just too scared
Written like ten years ago
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I am sorry for ways I've treated you bad
It was myself
Not you
Making me mad

Over my rage have no control
You suffer unfairly for the darkness in my soul

I do not mean to take out my insecurity
On anyone else
It can be too much for me

Sometimes I am bothered to the point where I snap
In black and blues paint on my thighs a detailed map

So everyone sees how I got to where I am
Somewhere between point A and point B stopped giving a ****

On my flesh insanity artistically explained
Story written myself not in shades of ink
But pain

Come closer so maybe you read and undestand
My efforts did not work out as planned

I do not have what it takes to improve
Instead of striving I hardly move

Trying to make your problems less difficult than they are
Another layer to the puzzle already too hard

I do my best
Hold my tongue instead of cuss and yell
No words could convey why  being with you is hell

I do not get my irrational emotions either
I try to calm myself
You won't let me take a breather

Because you are convinced I will do my health harm
Do it for me accidentally with restraining arms

I vainly attempt to maintain my composure
You start flinching and it's all over

If you say I am crazy
Crazy is what you'll get
How you speak about me makes me upset

When I work my *** off
Be perfect and chill
Make me out to be a psychopath still

Your idea of me clearly set in stone
You only are with me because you fear being alone

I am writing my thoughts as if it will matter
You won't read between lines scattered

It is easier for you to act as if it's all in my head
I have no reason to ache and should be satisfied instead

You may be right about mental state and such
I only flip out because I care way too much

You cannot create more passion than you actually feel
Quit deceiving both of us and for once be REAL

Your love for me the only thing of which I have no doubt
It is all the other ******* I am unsure about

If I am your best friend won't you confide?
Closeness we used to share must have died

Or maybe made that part up as well
So confused at this point can no longer tell

To avoid your displeasure try to be tough
It literally kills me knowing I'll never be enough

Do not ask me why I'm sniffling from now on
There exists no right answer because each is wrong

I am the reason behind everlasting pain
It really doesn't make sense to complain

I just wish knew why you manipulate and lie
Say you just want my happiness then do things that make me cry

Be honest
I don't supply what you need
Don't expect commitment if you can't return the deed

I am losing my mind
You're slipping away
If you know what is good for you you won't bother to stay
A three page poem i wrote to my best friend and lover
Ramona Davis Dec 2019
Sorrowful stars look down upon my shaky smile
By yawning a hello is said
Looks like another night will pass
And I'm going to dream with my eyes open wide.

Behind a hill a raging storm
But down here is quite calm
Nothing to catch in the air
No mist, no inviting stares
Just loudness of the waves.

Resonating into the kitchen where a mother sits quietly
Drinking milk from a stained glass
Trying to forget about her younger days
She knows all there is will pass.

Resonating into another sleepless mind
That cannot find the key
Therefore just dies in chains
Ghost-like and not being able to see.

Resonating into the night
Further from this lonely canal
Further from my views and hills and dew
Further from this air
That brings nothing but the truth
Which is known for brutally killing the youth.
abby Nov 2019
you said our spirits search for ones we've known before
yours must remember mine
your soul returned for more

a piece of you is a part of me
my soul is cut into smithereens
prism of possibilities

but I wake up alone and free after dreaming you were next to me
but freedom is not as it seems
you touch the very heart of me

but I wake up alone and cold
shivering in silence
frozen on my own
until you lie down next to me

you said the mountains are your innermost home
with you, I no longer feel the need to roam

your eyes are the evergreens, the winter pines
the flecks of golden yellow color the road signs
the smoky fog that rises and lifts my spirit high
your spirit is the mountain that lifts me to the sky

I would follow you if you just had to go
I would come with you and make that place my own
but for as long as I know your love and your restful soul
I am a little piece of everywhere connected to the whole.
You missed a piece
when you broke my heart
here it is
(it's yours anyway)
Julia Supernault Sep 2019
When you finally decided to walk away, a big part of me went with you,
I’m not going to say you took it, because you didn’t,
I gave myself to you, piece by piece, little by little, I was giving who I am to you, for you,
And I’m not sure if I want those pieces back, no, I am certain I don’t want them back, they’re yours now, they’ve been tainted by the long nights of our meaningless conversations and the last surge of whatever fight I had in me to try and revive you and I.
Russell Osiemo Sep 2019
Done with fake friends
Acting as if the game care
They put us in lifelong dreams
Yet they dumb us when exhausted
Pushing us into dungeons to silence us
I’m done with being used-
Like I’m used to being used
Life has its way I guess I’ll die before I get a friend for me
A friend to hold onto my stupid self
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