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As you walk through the city street
there's something that you may not know.
What's going on under your feet
only metres down below.

Life is multiplying fast,
migrating sometimes up above,
to forage through your garbage bags
gathering the free food that we all love.

We carry with us little friends
that pack a really powerful punch
and there's nothing they appreciate more
than human blood for their lunch.

With the lesson of the past forgotten
by you humans up above
where millions died because of filth
and everyone lost someone they'd loved.

Yet still you throw away your waste,
you leave it lying on the street.
Disease is on it's way to you you
from little forager under your feet.

Call this disease what err you will.
Black-death, the pox but it's on its way
and all because you can't be bothered
but in the end it's you who'll pay.

In the meantime we will breed en-mass,
our babies growing, getting fat
and all can deliver to you this fate.
I really do love being a Rat.
3rd July 2013
David Rusiecki Aug 2014
Girls, girls, slutty girls
You crave the nectar of the ball

But STD's aren't Pokemon
So you dont gotta catch em' all
I write comedy poems
Lani Foronda Aug 2014
Lord, save him
For he knows not what he does.
Lord, save him
For he cannot save himself.
He's drowning in waters
Waters of uncertainty.
He's falling
Falling into the unknown.
He's losing
Losing the fight against time.
Each moment passed
Is a moment lost.
I wish
I wish
I wish
I could turn the clock back-
Take back every word I ever yelled.
Take back the hate I made.
Take back the prison I created.
Put in "I love you" where "I hate you" was said.
Put in "I remember" where "I forgot" was shown.
Put in "It'll be okay" where "It's never going to stop" was proven.
If I could, believe me,
I would.

You're so lost
I fear you might never be found.
You wander aimlessly
Searching for something- anything.
You talk
To those whom you can't see.
You look
At things that aren't there.
You hear
The words that no one whispers.

But I know you're still out there. . .
I know you can hear me!
So say something- anything!
Prove to me we'll be okay.
Say that you love me
That I'm still your little girl.
That no matter what happens
You'll still be the same.

So if it be Your will, Lord,
Save him.
Save him before he's too lost.
February 23, 2013
Mary Ab Aug 2014
We all have pain and this is the night ,
May Allah heal us , and sleep us tight
thatdreadedpoet Aug 2014
This is the touch and go.
The breath before the giveaway.
The feeling of every
ghost dancing from the
pit of your stomach through
the vines of your throat
telling everyone that
you are letting them go.
They won’t want you to leave.
I can promise you this.
But you’ve been burning
without fuel for too long
The sun licked your
cheekbones this morning
and you wanted to know
what it meant to be only light
to be dying star
to be collapsing supernova in
the galaxy of terminal illness.
It is okay to say you
want to give up.
I call it wanting to go home.
I call it being tired of
having calloused hands
desperately fighting time.
Fighting the inevitable.
We are not a rainstorm of lost faith.
We are a baptism of acceptance.
Goodbye can rush out
of your open mouth
whenever you’re ready, darling.
I will cradle an “I love you”
to sail down the riverbed of
whichever afterlife you choose.
This
This is how I will always
find a way to be
next to you.
Anastasia Webb Aug 2014
blossomblister
burst
(finally)
ate out my sickness
almost turned green.

took too much chlorophyll
(for my health –
i’ve seen the ads)
drank cups and cups
each night and each swallow
chirping pleasantly
made me feel stronger, but
almost turned green.

frustration peaked
almost at snow
but not quite,
couldn’t stand the dangling
piece of peanut butter anymore
had to grab for it
sick of the lack of meaningful
(methought now meknows)
0s and 1s and all
these mouse games,
had to grab for it,
had to scream.
almost turned green.
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
I need some medicine
Maybe a pill to take

It's night time again
I still remain awake

So many thoughts
Run across my head

Too much thinking
Will I ever go to bed?

I wish to shut my eyes
Will I ever get some rest?

I probably won't sleep
Insomnia is at it's best
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
Because of you
I fall in stress

My life turns in
A bipolar mess

I smile in the sun
I drench in the rain

I'm happy a minute
The next i'm insane

You are my sun
You are my rain

In love in a minute
The next i'm in pain
rained-on parade Aug 2014
You've got this fire
blazing away in my mind;
burning through my time,
making me breathless,
shreiking anxiety,
a chaotic unrest.
Heat in my veins
and my douse just
no more the same.
I think I am sick with love again.
James Jarrett Aug 2014
I am  ****** death
Coming for you
Fear me
Now
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