Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
CA Smith May 2018
It's not about the amount
It's not about the colors
It's not about the embellishments

It's about the meaning
It's about the utility
It's about having something, with nothing done in futility
Poetic T May 2018
Simplicity is telling someone
                something that they
would only get from reading
              my words.

                    Attuned delicately
within a shroud of metaphors.
             Coalescing neatly in a
sentence
of understanding that they see before them.
EmperorOfMine May 2018
Things go down when the dominos fall,

I would know, I watched them fall

The scene imprinted in my mind

Lives crippling from out the sky

I'm slow in motion, I can't help

I'm just like you inside this hell

Although I wish I couldn't see

I'd rather silence from the pleas

I feel like I'm going insane

Watching the effects take their place

A choice was made, a result after

So much beauty made from disasters.
Not meant to rhyme...kind of rhymes
EmperorOfMine May 2018
I scream and I scream and I scream and I scream

Yet you cannot hear me

They're ripping me apart, I beg your attention

Not for submission, but for some peace

I doubt you can understand me since I'm speaking in riddles

But I speak as clear as air...

I scream and I scream and I scream, please help me...

But I'm silent

I'm quiet...

And as I try to breathe, after being forced to hold my breath

I need to breathe...I'm suffocating

You've put me on mute

You've clogged your ears with hypnotic vibes

You don't even realize there are vines gripping around your heart

A seed has been planted


I'm being stabbed in the back of a van, begging for help

Screaming for help...

And yet they jog the sidewalk

They've put me on mute.

Now let it sink in........

My lungs are collapsing as I die of the incapability to breathe
The only help I have is intentionally muting me
I am valueless when I am simply one grape out of a bowl of fruit
As I'm stabbed by demons, only I can hear my screams
The human lens is cracked
What you see is not real
I am not in need of pity
I am in need of your will
Get new lenses
Someone needs your help
Don't put me on mute...for your comfort.
I'm an advocate of those who are silenced, suffocating, and dying for the chance to breathe...
Kewayne Wadley May 2018
With the slightest touch I grow wings
And I am able to see the things I couldn't before.
A second chance to grab on with both hands.
I believe everything happens for a reason,
The path of your smile lies in wait.
Finding excess need.
The times I couldn't catch my breath.
The maturity of being open.
To elope in a touch that brings the next moment that much closer.
The pretense of spending my time soaring known that you were the reason why.
The full disclosure of trust in a none apologetic moment.
The only problem is figuring out where we land.
Do we even have to come back.
Sean Achilleos Apr 2018
Once there was a blue light
It shone bright over us in the night
Quiet in the midnight sky
When mankind was still kind
We looked not to religion
We looked not at tradition
We looked not at culture
We placed our hopes, dreams and aspirations not in a politician
When everyone was a person
No-one was a colour and titles did not exist
Simplicity was the name of the game
But then mankind ... the one who was suppose to be kind
Gave a name to everything
The division had begun
Was man-kind really kind?
What once was one had been splintered into pieces
Now we stand divided
Where have all the pieces blown, you ask?
Where are they hiding?
An incomplete puzzle we have become
However the answer has been revealed to few
But for now their tongues are on mute
Written by Sean Achilleos
03 April 2018©
www.facebook.com/SeanAchilleosOfficial/
Amazon: Sean Achilleos 'An Affair with Life' The Philosophical Poems of Sean Achilleos
YouTube: Sean Achilleos
Thomas EG Mar 2018
There's poetry in simple things
And pain in far more
There's beauty in a million things
But one in particular

The yearn for security
The lack of it, and warmth
Tonight I lay here, only me
Tossing, turning, feeling torn
How am I expected to sleep in our bed without her?
Next page