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YusufKudsi Aug 30
She was different than the rest,  A Sunflower facing the moon.
Trying to grow taller than the rest, to have a voice in a windless field, to be what she is meant to be, when everyone is just the same.
Her roots were the strongest but she was the weakest
How can you blame her when she is just a sunflower facing the moon.
A wild wind took her off, now she is lonley like never before.
All she wanted was to be heard but she was just a sunflower facing the moon.
Bhill Aug 29
Nature has it's wants
Wants what it wants when it wants
What is it missing

I believe it's missing love
I believe it's forgotten
I believe it can be saved

Listen to nature
It is telling us to stop
Stop, smell, view, and learn

Respect her wishes
She will be here long after
Let's not let her down

Brian Hill - 2019 # 220
Do you hear her call
Writer's block raids through my heart
Disappointments of not providing  
Sadness of words fallen
"Am I a poet ?"
Recites within my mind
"Am I good at what I love ?"
"Am I worthy of such endeavors in this life ?"
Am I ?

Advocacy I question
For what its worth
It feeds my soul
Am I, In need of such
As a
Permission to do good .

Many stand firm in symphonies
Of faith and prayers
Giving relief to thoughts of denial
And amplified patience pays off in due time
But how outreached do I question such patience.
As I feel belittled by the man in charge.
Oh God I ask of you
Am I?

Never neglecting time as the leader
I take note of my dotage span
Amongst my fellow dwellers  
And ask repeatedly
"Am I a Poet?"
Shakti Asana Jul 18
He wants me
He says.

Don't they all?

I am tired of being wanted.
I am tired of being needed.

You have yourself a passel of kids
Out your own wahoo --
You wouldn't want to be wanted neither.

Don't want me.
Don't need me.

Bring me flowers and roses
And mix tapes
And doughnuts
On Sunday morning.

Kiss me.
Sweep me up in your arms.
Look me in the eyes.

That would send me.

Bring me.
Send me.

Don't want me.
Don't need me.

The want and the need make me tired.
The bring and the send makes me free!

But.
Maybe.

He, too, is tired of being wanted and needed.

Well.
Then.
What are we to do?

Want and need one another?

No.
Too many competing demands.

Take my hand.
Please.
Just tell me you love me.

Don't want me.

Don't need me.

Just love me.

And I will just love you.
"Expectations are premeditated resentments."
Wanting me is wanting
both my good and my bad.

Wanting me is wanting
my body and my mind.

Wanting me is wanting
my happy and my bi-polar.

Not wanting me is decideding
which parts of me I come with.
Kaede Jul 11
Between what you want and what you need, you always choose to leave me behind.
I realized that I am not what he needs and neither what he wants.
Ava Jul 1
Specters and phantoms,
spirits screaming at all hours;
chivalrous duels hosted by
chivalrous ghouls with nary
a tomb to house their souls,
bullets whistling as they grin
through a folly of fire
which grazes their fates;
a table of victorian ladies
spirited with Jane Austen
and tea in hand,
listening merrily to
the dancing band;
smoking cigarettes as
laughter roars abound,
the poets of old lay pouring
their souls to the gayous sounds.

O tizzy, O hissy, O goddess
of love and time, free us all
from this realm of uncertainty
and harken the call
to forego the plans of our Domine.
Eduardo Moya May 3
He wants her
      to smile.

He wants her
      to be calm.

He wants her
      to be happy.

He wants her
      to enjoy life.

And he wants her,
      and only her.

He wants her
      to be his wife,

But the two can't
      go together,

And he needs her
      to be fine.
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