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Andrew Rueter Oct 2017
There's a fight between us
In every imaginable way
You could call it a match
But that would be misleading
When we focus on our differences
Versus is what we find interest in

I turn on the news
To watch illegal aliens versus ****** predator
There's a wall between them
That has a money stem
And perceptions
Of bad intentions
Even our valuable verses versus
When critics can't agree what to purchase

Us versus them
When us is me
And them is you
Rich versus poor
Bush versus Gore
The churches versus each other
On points as minor as the cover
They attack a mirror
As hatred becomes clearer

We fight constant battles
Our brain constantly rattles
From the anxiety brought by our fellow man
But when our anxiety is part of their plan
To rule the timid
We hit our limit
For love we plead
To counteract greed
Because when it's us versus ourself
Look what that does to our health
Glenn Currier Jul 2018
The paint is flaking and falling off
splotched edges
discoloration
stormy days
weathered years
creaking and leaking
cracking from heating
the physics of aging
and seasons of raging
the terrible toll
they are taking
makes you think this old house
needs replacing.

But listen to the voices
of laughter and loving
hear echoes of weeping
and promise keeping
poems that were spoken
being whole and broken
see the tears that were shed
the glories in bed
sighs and lies
some of them said
inside the house that was home
these many years.


Inside spirit reigns
with angels unchained
where heart and soul
on a journey bold
through seasons of pain
where demons were slain
new life was greeted
death was cheated
souls were enrolled
in miracle courses
treasures discovered
of higher forces.


This old house of seventy six years
holds joys along with fears.
The structure isn’t new
but inside
there is
youth.
Written on my 76thbirthday July 22nd
Daemon Delano Jun 2018
You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.

You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.

You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.

You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.

All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.
Sam Mar 2018
My poems are ******
They're destined to be sad
No one's ever a fan
Because they're always so bad

No, not bad
Not nessissarily
Maybe I'm just mad
That I can't write hilarity

Sorry, my bad
It's not your fault
That these make me mad
It's all my fault

I really can't complain
Because in the end

I am the one who wrote them
I've come to realize that I shouldn't say these **** because I am the one who posted it. This really doesn't make sense, but in the end it's all about self expression, right?
jas Jan 2018
me and you.

vs. everyone
vs. problems
vs. simple mishaps
vs. endless possibilities

me and you vs. the world

but the world was against us
we did not stand a chance.
ended up in total disaster.
funny, how the story changed

me vs. you

who wins?
I have no need to label you
tie a leash 'round your neck
nor go buy superglue
to join us at the hip
I have no need
to nail you to a cross

I have no desire to be held
accountable for your despair
nor be found guilty
for your conflicts
no nada desire
to be nailed to a cross

I have no intention
of being held hostage
none whatsoever urge
to catch you red-handed
tying my name tag
around your fingers, wrists
miscellaneous appendages

There's no bone
left in my body
that wants anything to do
with that nonsense
that ****'s hazardous
to your health

It's enough for me
to watch your sun
rise over my ocean
enough to
read your love notes
to the light of our flame
enough to watch our smoke
dance and curl skyward
From my collection Bits And Pieces/Slamming on the Hollywood Freeway @ amazon books
There's instant soup
Instant milk
Blogs full'a goop
Bugs in your blink

Instant coffee
Instagram
Love like toffee
Stuck in your spam

Instant high
Instant fluff
Wherever you look
There's bang for your buck

God forbid
Delete it all
Switch it off
Feel the mad withdrawal

And go back to the land
Grow your own
Get a cow or a goat
Forget your phone

Finish the weeding
Chat with a rose
Stand in a summer shower
Smell the smells in your nose

Listen to the night
Owls, foxes, wrens
Watch the slow boiling
Smoke dancing in little rings
Natural world order versus techno world disorder
I've always heard that you can't fight together if you're both not in the ring;
But what if we're both in but not fighting for the same thing?!
Because I found myself always fighting for your heart while you were fighting me to save your ego
I was fighting to understand and to be understood
While you fought to muffle my voice with yours.
My concerns were held in chokeholds-
Unreleased even as I was wheezing and suffocating.
You were trained for this and I have no idea what I was thinking;
But I'm tapping out...
Colm Mar 2017
How can a human being be so good?
Have such good parents?
Have such a good upbringing?
Have some good friends?
Get a good education, at a good institution?
Have good enough degrees to get a good enough job?
Have a good enough mind to problem-solve?
And everyday continually subscribe to a method which means that they will thrive?
And with every success still remain not a snob?
How can any human being be so good, so well brought up?
And yet still after everything, be so messed up?
Metaphorically speaking of course.... ;)
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