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Blissful Nobody May 2019
From conception to birth,
From then to now,
From my laps hearth,
You've grown and how?

My little person,
Grow up at your pace,
I'm in no hurry,
Life is not a race.

I never think,
What will you be,
Save me this job,
Wish you be free.

Not from this life,
Free from the world,
Do tell after,
I would like it in bold.

Be happy my child,
There is no other way,
Be the vibrance,
Make it stay.

Learn the tunes,
The rhythm of this world,
Do your own dance,
Sing those rhymes untold.

Whatever you choose,
Stir it with a bit of compassion,
Wisk a bit of mindfulness,
Shake it with your passion.

Chug it all at once,
Surprise me then,
Be high on life,
Unbridled and unhidden.
For my little person and to all the little ones.
I am lost in the world
And I can not be found
I see nothing but darkness
As I look around
Just a vast empty space
That forever I'm bound
I will scream my lungs raw
But I don't make a sound

Then my head starts to spin
And I fall to the ground
Angrily my fists clench
With a fury they pound
I'm defeated again
Turned back into the clown
Not the type who is happy
No, I wear a frown

Always in my own way
Feels like life's upside down
Forget linear path
This full circle is round
Try to rise up for air
Lake of shame I will drown
If to win you should fail
I'm anointed and crowned
I have a bunch of poems waiting to be posted so I thought I would share one. I'm sorry I haven't been around as of late. Life duties and work have kept me busy. I appreciate the comments and notes and will be responding to everyone very soon. I miss this place and intend on spending more time on here. Until then, thank you to everyone for the support and encouragement on my poetry. I can't wait to read some of the many great pieces you have shared. =^)

[Anapestic Tetrameter format]
Written: March 25, 2019

All rights reserved.
Araoluwa Jacob Apr 2019
I know how you feel.
The rage rushing through your veins.
Not knowing who to blame.
Not knowing who to call on.
Not knowing what to feel, how to react.
The only thing you think of is, "To be or not to be"
inspired by Fawn, "That is the Question"
Thorns Dec 2018
SPEAK
USE YOUR WORD
USE YOUR TONGUE
YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD WITH A SINGLE WORD
I SPEAK AS LOUD AS I CAN
TO BE HEARD
TO SAY
TO SPEAK
TO SING
TO WRITE TO BE
EVERYONE HAS A VOICE,
EVEN IF IT'S SILENT
YOU CAN WRITE
BE HEARD
SPEAK
SPEAK and be heard, or cower and be silent.-Thorns
Lora H A Apr 2018
We talk again.
Feeling nerves behind the screen.
Screaming inside of us.
Out loud.

Smiling and everything.
Saying forever friends.
We guess,
That´s all we can be.

For now, at least.
We talked,
About having a new relationship.
What about this one?

Still fighting for live.
A life between your lips.
Cold, it´s been too long.
More than I can even remember.

Who cares?
Truly love
Always live,
Always find the way to be.

And darling,
I´m sure,
We are meant to be.
No matter how long the wait it´s gonna be.
Lunar Oct 2017
I wonder why
I lived from the moment I knew you.
When you become more of you,
I become more of me
Since we are a part of each other,
Even if we were born separated.
You may be there
And I may be here;
But if you weren't there
I wouldn't be able to define where I would be.
I will never stop longing for you;
How can I, with this string between us
Feeling so short
That you've pulled me closer
With just your little finger?
Yet it is never enough
As the void widens every time night falls alone;
Still, along with my heart.
We will touch,
No matter how far or long it takes:
When the moon completes;
When the clock hands meet;
When the rain freezes in heat.
Do you understand?
Maybe you don't,
But you do in a parallel world.
It is that I can only exist
When I know that you do.
(j.m.)

To wjh: to be.

Inspired by and a reply to the lyrics of SVT's Jun & The8's MY I.
Sarah Lane Feb 2017
As I gaze into the world
I see more than eyes can see
There’s a beauty flowing surely
Through hidden veins within each soul
My own beating heart cannot escape
That special blood that burns for transparency
All it takes is the clarity of a simple step
To break out the confined colors of my spirit
Looking in the mirror, I see a fleeting image
It holds little weight as I grasp it for a moment
I only tune it for the grander picture
My physicality renders itself to my heart’s will
The warmth in a precious moment
Revives my inspiration for today
But my artistic passion has a hunger
That I feel so strong but can't be quenched
So, for this love I continue seeking
To even further depths of who I am
I always find a different place to unlock
And set myself free to sing the imprisoned song
Dance is the hidden language of my soul
That I must express with every measure of me
It’s who I was, who I am, who I’ll always be
If I should stifle the flame and fall silent
It’s like the sweetest dream that was never dreamed
Like a dire prayer without the faith to be prayed
Like a true love that wouldn’t be sacrificed for
Like an anguished tear that wasn’t allowed to fall
Though I must nurture and understand this voice
Before I let it go and the first chord is rung
Courage and vulnerability need melding together
As a tool forged in brokenness not perfection
Pain is just an old friend that holds my hand
Strengthening while reminding me of my humanity
When frustration winds itself around me
I won’t be hindered in pursuing higher goals
I know that no symphony can carry on forever
I only hope that what I create and leave behind
Is a clear, beautiful melody amidst the world’s complexity
That shows how meaningful and worthwhile is the journey
To be a dancer
alena Aug 2014
To be
Or not to be

That isn't the question
To be here, to be there
To belong
That is the question of life

How to belong
How to feel
How to get there
How to remain
Those are the questions

Life is about belonging
You have one moment in life
Where you know

You feel no different when the day begins
But after it occurs
Whatever it may be

You know where you need to be
For the rest of life

A pull from deep in your chest
Lets you know it will never be the same
Behind your lungs
A longing wraps its self around your very spine

You know from that moment
Any work necessary to feel that way again
And everyday
Will all be worth it

To be without that experience
Is never to live

So where should you be
Rather Be- Clean Bandit feat. Jess Glynne

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