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Colm Jan 2017
Shining bright
On my shoulder blades tonight
Until tomorrow is today
Would you let me stay
Wherever there is such a light
Good man John Mayer
Ma Cherie Jan 2017
Where did all the love go,
in the tears of yesterday?

Can we make the love grow,
with the years of yesterday?

Show me in what you know,
tell me ears of yesterday,

Oh your love that I will show you..
with no fears of yesterday.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
This is not about love well it could be, though for me this is more about not understanding where all the love in the world is? ❤ thank you poets
kenny Diamond Dec 2016
I was nothing more
Just a second class
You never saw the good
But always saw the storm
before the sun
My heart playing on my thoughts
The sadness over taking me
I used have hope
But time goes by
You never understand me
So quick with words
Tore into my flesh
I  always looked for hope
But always found dark
Before the light
I have break away from those chains
Set myself free
My heart screams
So torn and broken
can you fix me?
Or  i am just another broken image in your thoughts
Àŧùl Dec 2016
We were higher above the entire planet,
And maybe you are afraid of heights.
I tried to conserve the relationship,
But so scared you jumped off it..
Come, hold my hand again,
Why scared of the pain...
Come where sky is not the limit.
HP Poem #1289
©Atul Kaushal
AJ Oct 2016
Is there a God? Will I have a happy life? How old
is old? How is paper made? Will I die if I drink
ink? How will I die? What will I think
about when I am sixty? Why am I nervous
to speak in public? Why doesn’t everyone
love each other? What is the solution
and how can we monetize it? Why do apples
grow on trees? Why do I need to pay
for water? Why doesn’t the sun
set the world on fire? Why doesn’t God
do it for the sun? Why does God keep coming
up? Why do I need to calm down? Is everyone
around me calm? Why does grass turn
brown? Why do leaves tumble from trees
when it gets cold? Why does it get cold?
What is light? What is dark? What is
love? What are lists? Why do I feel the need
to write questions down when I can’t
answer them myself? Why am I here,
and why do you care?
Hannah Reber Oct 2016
That ghost,
That ghost which stares,
That ghost which stares into my soul...
Where will it end up,
Where will it go.
In the dark
In the dark he goes
In the dark he slithers away.
Never to found in the light of day.
Living in the panic,
Smiling at few,
Withering away,
To be loved only by the moon.
I don't know where
I don't know how
I don't know when
I don't know who,
All I know is that ghost
That single ghost
Lurks in the reflection
Lurks in the eyes of you...
Lurks in the eyes of me...
Dwalker Sep 2016
Every step you take your going somewhere
Every step you take back your losing something
Everytime you hug me I hug you back
Everywhere you go I follow you
Everywhere you stand I stand
Everywhere you've been I'm going
So where to next
What planet of my life
Is there anytime?
In the front door on my own
Blue butterfly upon the air
As my world is our last word
To see many people will forget
Whereismymemory.

Mission of compassion
To save the day before I
Who is on the ground
When is love and wisdom
Of all walls against
Whereismyhelp.

Colours of Shadows
In which I am alive
For whatever reason I rise
Away with it or not
But why would the key disappear
I did it for whereismyworld.

                   By K-mari ©2016
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Peace cannot be described.

I am floating on a lake
While flowers surround me
My head is lucid give or take
Touching nature and living to just be
I'm enclosed all around by black and grey mountains that start to suffocate
All the people walking around noises distract inside I don't want company
Then I go beneath the water and all is calm nothing can implicate
I see a light deep down in the water so I swam towards feeling ever so free
Now I'm too deep to reach the air I need to breathe but somehow I don't need or want or wake to ever see the flowers that surrounded me on the lake
I am with the people I can understand and every day we hold hands and sing happy songs and play silly games underneath the lake to which I am glad I came strangely.
Peace, within outside
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