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julianna Feb 2018
A middle-aged couple
Stares out their front window
Happily watching the workers
Busy on their front lawn, digging a hole.

They had lived in this neighborhood
For three years
With their three precious daughters,
The family dog, and only two trees.

The mother would often complain
Because the houses looked bare
The father was sad,
Said the air was stale.

But they know well that each day that brings a trial
Brings a blessing, too.
Today, the dog is barking
And there's plenty of work to do.

Still, they smile.
Because today they get a brand new tree.
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
How can I become a star if
I don't attempt to reach for them?

How can I be a champion if
I don't overcome the roars of battle?

How can I claim to be one of the light if
I don't raise from myself from shadow and blood?

How can I love purely if
I still have venom in my heart and eyes and voice?

How can I face death with a smile if
I deny myself the chance to truly live?



My body is marred by the scars of justice.

The air of the Earth has choked me with its
treachery from the minute I was born.

My eyes blinded by the desert dust of life;
lies and trails and heartache.

My blood will water my passion, my legacy,
which I have fought to create...tooth and nail.

I need to make it so.
I always wonder how I can do certain things in my life...the most important thing is to find a way to make it so.
Deep Thought Oct 2017
When waves crash against you, all you can do is lie still.
While currents keep pulling you further into the ocean.
You start to appear calm, given the distance from land.
Seconds after, you realize no one has taught you how to swim.

Sinking deeper and deeper in the blue abyss.
Sensing yourself physically drown as the water engulfs your lungs.
Pressure from the ocean begins to settle in.
Suddenly, a bright light starts shimmering through the ocean.
With every inch of strength left, I decided to start swimming towards the glistening light.
As the pressure subsides, I find myself floating above water again.

*Who said you can't teach yourself how to swim.
Debilitated, that's how I've been feeling.
You might this call drowning, others may call it depression or even anxiety
polyratic Oct 2017
Tonight and tonight alone
I propose once and for all
You may be the one I love most of all

But to have you forever mine
Is a choice I fear to make
It may conceive heartaches
That no couple should ever take

The leaves of my everlasting tree
Seem to be evergreen
No matter how hard I try
No leaves ever wither and die
They stare me in the face and mock

But are you the flower bud at the top?
One of the many goals of all my struggles?
Is this a decision that will lead only to trouble?
Are you as true to me as you say you are?

I can't have you as I am
I'm just a wreck on a promised land
Will you wait for me
Wait am I rushing into this

A Pieces instinct?
You can find another
Many are better than me

Physically
Mentally
Even wealthy
I'm trying to conquer this tree

To be perfect
I need you to see
That I can't see the flower
Unless I pick these leaves

So many leaves to pick
So many times I will slip
So many flowers I overlook

I move up slowly
Foot after
Foot after
Foot

One day this tree will make my book
So I'll climb regardless
Embrace it all
hardships and darkness

Just to get to you
Success is necessary
To have a woman like you
Amy H Sep 2017
For a time tossed
Over rocks and in the under-tow,
Released from the fight I
Tame my spirit;
Reclaiming my composure to
Embrace lessons learned
Since time began to
Stir my soul.
This is what happens when you wake from a dream to life that has become far too simple, again.
Fox Friend Sep 2017
The light that lives within me wavers
But even through this darkness it shines
The flame has shrunk - almost invisible
Shadows become heavy in my mind

The wavering dance; my search for strength
Darkness consumes as light grows weary
The fight cannot be finished just yet
I want to glow, but I flicker just faintly

Sorrow attempts to overthrow joy
The flame burns brighter - no stranger to conflict
My light has been dimmed by prior affliction
Preparing for trials to which I won't submit

The impossible darkness is what fuels my spark
Flames grow after a season of weakness
The fight seemed close, but I was the victor
Uncertainty consumed, the outcome mysterious

My light is magnificent once again
A fire so bright to serve as a beacon
This flame is not natural; I coaxed it to roar
Without continuous fuel it will surely weaken.

Even at my lowest
When darkness thinks to reign
I refuse to be extinguished
Not ever, but especially not today
Cynthia Jean Aug 2017
Each day as our trials wash o'er us
We glean the comfort He gives
We yearn for respite from mourning
For His promise
of songs in the night.

8.9.2017
cynthia jean poems
one of those answers to prayer
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
The journey you take, the
tests you face, are
your own.
You're unique. You have your own trails. Only you can face them.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
If a door doesn't open
for you, it's not
meant for
you.
You'll find your way...
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