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Michael R Burch Mar 2020
She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
by Michael R. Burch

She was very strange, and beautiful,
like a violet mist enshrouding hills
before night falls
when the hoot owl calls
and the cricket trills
and the envapored moon hangs low and full.

She was very strange, in a pleasant way,
as the hummingbird
flies madly still ...
so I drank my fill
of her every word.
What she knew of love, she demurred to say.

She was meant to leave, as the wind must blow,
as the sun must set,
as the rain must fall.
Though she gave her all,
I had nothing left ...
Yet I smiled, bereft, in her receding glow.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly, Tucumcari Literary Review, Poetry Podium, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse, PW Review, Numbat (Australia), The People’s Poet (England), Nutty Stories (South Africa), Poetry Life & Times

Keyword/Tags: Strange, beautiful, violet, mist, hills, moon, love, wind, sun, rain, night, owl, cricket, hummingbird
Here I am again
With another poem
Yeah, it's a snooze-fest
But I can't stop writing
Because I'm obsessed
Will I ever stop?
...
Hell if I know
I'm sure I'll figure it out
Whenever my body decides to checkout
Who knows, I might suddenly **** myself
For speaking out the truth
Will that really happen though?
...
Probably not, I'm not in the mainstream
But if I was
Then I'd probably sell out
...
Nah, nevermind - I don't like being controlled
Depends on the situation of course (wink, wink)
I've seen those who sold their souls
And I've gotta say, what a bunch of fools
I don't blame them though
I'd be down to receive a billion dollars
For wearing a blindfold
But I'd also be down to join a revolt
A revolt against those who are in control

Metaphors and symbology
Which go round and round the world
**** all those one-eyed clowns
And glory to the people
Who wants to cast them
Out of this world.
Created by me on March 14th, 2020
Feeling overwhelmed with what's going on
Don't ask me how I handle this
I just do what needs to be done
Yeah, I've got my reasons
But don't be mistaken
This isn't bliss
Not from what I've done

I should have listened to my intuition
But it's too late
Now I'm numb
And there's no exit
Just me in this closet
With so many secrets

Metaphors all around
Which go round and round
You'll never understand
But I'm sure you will
One day

How long will this last
How long will I survive
Who knows
Certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who has a knack for poetry
Writing and writing
Only for it to bring nothing
Nah, it makes me forget about reality
So I guess that's something

Where is this going?
Who knows, certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who lives in poverty
Hey, have some money?
I'll write you a lovely story
With a man named Johnny
Who has a girlfriend named Lucy
She's real juicy
BUT WAIT
She's a zombie
That's pretty filthy
I'm sorry

This poem turned out pretty bad
But it is what it is
Insomnia at it's finest
Anyways, I hope you have a splendid day
So goodbye, farewell
See you in hell.
Created by me on March 11th, 2020
****..
I swear I'm not crazy
not totally, but maybe
I like to say things and experience things
not bad things, well not really
but good things, great things most definitely
I hope I don't seem strange to you
hopefully just a tad bit funny
making people laugh makes my world all sunny
though the brightness makes me feel crazy
not really, but maybe, I really don't know
my mind has been kinda muddy
I hope that's okay, please don't take pity
I swear I wasn't always like this
it was that stupid talking bunny
it took my family and even split my identity
there are a gazillion people inside me
well maybe, I don't know in all honesty
I feel strange talking about this
I think it's my tummy, it's getting hungry
where's daddy? where's mommy?
can they give me some gummies?
Created by me on January 9th, 2020
This was written as if a child were writing, so please keep that in mind when reading it.
Don't be silly and wrap your ***** said a hippy named Billy
who was ***** for a gypsy who was clearly into whiskey
and was ready for a ****** even after feeling ******.
Created by me on November 7th, 2019
I said this once and I'll say it again, don't ask.
hazem al jaber Mar 2020
Strange ...

listen to the sound of your soul ...
what it tells you ...
i'm hearing that sound ...
yes i do ...
it's yours ..
it yells ...
with my name ...
yes i'm sure ...
because ...
my soul ...
also ...
it has a same sound ...
always yelling ...
with your name ...

ooh baby ...
do i live inside your mind ...
as you always living ...
so deep ...
through me ...

do you ...

strange ...
don't know why ...
how could you live ...
so many years ...
inside me ...

strange ...
strange ...
don't know why ...
but what i know ...
that sound inside ...
which it call your name ...

hazem ...
I can see it
right there at the edge of sanity
hovering like a giant black stone
against the early morning Sun
I notice because I always notice when they appear
my attention drawn to that one spot
in the vast open sky
it moves slowly as I reference it's location
just to the left of a jet's vapor trail
I reach for my phone to get a photo as I'm driving
slow down as I take a ramp
point in it's direction and snap off a pic
I attempt to take another
but it is gone
vanished
I wonder if I caught it before disappearing
five minutes later I park
check my phone
and there it is
quite small
but there it is
I got you my friend
extraterrestrial hide and seek
I've been playing this game since I was a kid
this just happened on the way to work this morning which is very close to Dulles Airport. I tend to see unusual aircraft or whatever in this area quite often
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2020
Don't you think it's strange
How easily my moods can change?

From temperamental, sad and all that
To laughing and happy in a second flat.

Sometimes I wonder
If it's a different person coming up from under.

Because that's the only thing that can explain
How I go from smiling to a world of pain.
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