Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jacob Traver Jan 2016
Yearly, yearly I knew you dearly --
Watched you blossom and sincerely
Hope to be more than merely
A seed without the sun.

Yearly, yearly I held you dearly --
Sown deep in the ground and growing nearly
As stretched as the sky and you now clearly
A seed within the sun.

Yearly, yearly I loved you dearly --
Nurtured as nurtured rarely austerely
Intertwined as death lets us be
Two seeds beneath the sun.
PaperclipPoems Jan 2016
For all of the times that I thought I fell in love
This surpasses them all
Lifting my body and soul into the clouds
There is no need to fall

There is no pressure to jump
Only a hand to walk by my side
For all of those times that I thought I was in love
I now just say I was simply blind

With the weight of my stresses forcing me down
He soothes my mind and brightens my days
Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace
He understands me in all of my different ways

For all of those people whom I've claimed to love
The love had faded each time so fast
I do now believe because I fell into it
That love never truly had a chance

This man, he has given me a seed
He gently wrapped it in my hand
He helps me water it daily
And we wait patiently for it to expand

Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be
But in time it will stand strong within the forest
A symbol of what he and I could be
If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
Thoughts are skipping around, so many different ways to go with this, but this is the first thought that came to mind and sometimes a messy poem can portray the realist emotions.
Michael Murphy Nov 2015
A seed so small, holds so much promise, keeps it's secrets for the sun

In the spring reveals and life renews, when the waters run

Eternal as the seed we are, for God has made it so

The knowledge that's inside of us has no place else to go!
let your little seed of hope grow
nurture and protect it
and someday you will
recover
from a hopeless state of
mind and body


if i can do it
so can you
Dedicated to all those struggling with addiction and those walking the path of recovery.  Phrase "a hopeless state of mind and body" is not my own.  I am quoting 12th step literature.
Peter Bean Oct 2015
I feel your hands
in the depths of my heart.
Grabbing the weeds
and tearing them apart.

What do you want?
I ponder in the dark.
Your hands don't react
to my remark.

Why choose me?
I'm nothing but weeds!
The hand slowly opens
with a palm full of seeds.

One seed is scooped up.
It's special indeed.
You say, “This is my love,
and it's my love you need.”

"But my soil is cracked,
by pain & by death.
I'm flawed and broken!"
I plea out of breath.

I feel it being planted
This new love in my heart.
It grows and it grows,
which is the best part.

It grows even now,
and it's only the start.
I've planted one too!
In your garden heart.
We're all flawed and broken, but...
Amelia Pearl Sep 2015
In a classroom where sport is more interesting than books.
Where the color violet is more loved than blue.
Just like everyone else, you have to choose.

Tired of my anger that can boil like steaming water in a kettle.
But what's great is my love that shows up as colorful as the rainbow in the sky after the rain wets the earth.

I am patient with your confused thoughts.
I am ready for your final decision.
If you choose me as your friend, then let's go out and burst bubbles, breathe in the new air.

Forget that you were ever alone.
Because my eyes still sees your smile.
My mind still dreams of beautiful things about you.
If I choose to fly for good tonight,
search for the seed in my heart and water it.
It is not important if it grows into a tree or not.
Whatever it is, care for it as you have cared for me.
I pull my damp,
faded jean's jacket
out of the machine.
Something clatters.
Oh good, a dime.
No. A cherry seed.

Now you're going to tell me
that cherry have pits, right?
But "pit" is such a dismal little word.
And this shiny clean trophy sports
a history of petty thievery,
committed in the local grocery store.

A big yellow cherry with a pink blush.
Just one, chewed boldly. Its hard center
hidden in my pocket.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Duke Thompson Jul 2015
She laughed like a Furbie
With broken voice box
Somehow digital and shrill

(Low bitrate ***** )

All discreet ones and zeros(um) game
I know how to fix her with
Aqueous solution seed
Fry her circuits like LSD
Bring down Skynet
With my ****
Everything needs roots to grow
but you are not roots
barely even a seed
yet there you are, my barely seed
settling somewhere in the earth of my soul
Hannah Jo Jun 2015
Everything is made up of the tiniest particles and if you think about it,
we're not that big compared to a lot of things out there in the universe and
I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel everything crashing down on top of me,
I feel the weight of being such a tiny speck in such a great big world closing in around me and straining my very bones and when you get to the point of lying lifeless on your bedroom floor or screaming and cursing at the moon with every breath stored up in your little lungs, you start to think you could never feel much worse but I'll tell you something: there is something small but great
inside your very core and just a little Faith, it doesn't have to be any bigger than a mustard seed,
well that can go a long way and if you look hard enough, if you really try,
Darling find that God Atom inside of you; I promise you'll get by.
This one is for every little broken heart smashed by someone they looked at like they were a whole world. This is for every boy and girl who feel like they’ll just get hurt if they ever speak an honest word. This is a poem for every loved one of mine who has had one too many hard times. This is for the girls who know what it’s like to be grabbed forcefully and shaken. Who’ve had electric fear forced into their frail little bones, and the flower of their soul taken. This is for the boys who had their hearts stolen in one faraway glance, never to be seen again. This is for the children who crave constantly for parental approval but can’t ever seem to win. And not most importantly, but importantly, this is for me; oh God, help me find my way home again.
Next page