#raft
rain rake rattling raft
river roared ravenously -
rider relished ride
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
we
weave
poems
like
life rafts
floating
on the
sea
of
tears
fears
trails
of
virals
mirrors
see ers
sea
erganomics
to
be seen
or
not
to
seen
to
write
or
not
to
write
that
is
the
question
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
read death raft
for 10 hours straight
slow reader
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
there is no value in a poem that reads
____________________
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M M l i f e s u c k s x x x n o p o e m i g o t
just
nerve; crap bs, a denial of craft
seek the intelligent intelligible,
kiss the sensational thrill that
emotion harvests with resonating tenses
that beg our brains to differ, sense
this claims,
there is no value in no words is
a hoax cloaked as art by the weak,
make thy metaphors metastasize,
my every cell, a preposition,
preposterous and precious and
comforting in their
privations and provocations
speak to us in alpha and
line our eyes wide,
with pictures at an exhibition
of a faun immobile and beauteous
let me hang on every word of yours and
let it be the raft that sees me happily
unsafe home
take your bs line poem
shove it down your silent voice
this is not avant garde; this is insulting
p.s. write me a smile and all will be_______________.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I'm drifting on an endless sea,
All I hear is the rolling waves,
As I drift so quietly,
My hope begins to break.
I'm drifting in this endless sea,
All I see is eternal blue-green,
As I find my heart is silent,
It begins to shatter.
I'm drifting with this endless sea,
All I know is hunger and thirst,
As my old radio crackles,
The last bit of power fades.
I'm drifting on an endless sea,
All I feel is the power of the tide,
As my raft is thrown about,
My body sinks down.
I'm sinking in an endless sea,
All I know is that I'm drowning,
As my breath leaves in a cloud of bubbles,
I begin to die.
I'm floating in this endless sea,
All I feel is fear,
As my hands close around water,
Death is very near.
I'm swimming through this endless sea,
All I see is saltwater,
As my arms desperately stroke,
My lungs taste the air.
I'm treading this endless sea,
All I see is the hull of a ship,
As my arms wave at the crew,
They notice me there.
I'm out of the infinite sea,
All I know is that I'm free,
As a blanket wraps around my shoulders,
I know that it's all right.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Shower of hell pours down into your being.
You cast others as dust to your kind of soul.
Shallow stains with only pity.
Ye hold no hate raft only take its place.
You do know you are of strange depitions.
So be kind, and not too overly stern for you shall seek love of beauty.
Death is a font in style with harsh structure.
Huge door, like sentences knock down your barriers let the pure light Pierce threw.
And you will become of some thang new.
Until this day, you are meaner, than a stage full of people with a mild cast of rage.
Sad tears flood, your place you need a life saver yet you shrug at that too.
I met you last summer and you where kind and polite.
Now you are meaner, and denser than effects can construct.
So I'll ask what made you this way?
Was it the death, of your friend that took his life by the "knife blood driping" down as a mother pulls it out.
The fog of that very moment hazed your light.
Now you persit to overwhelm your life with your own made strees.
Yes it was that I miss his friend ship.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
The Raw, Wild West Indeed!
I'm in a raft you gently paddle
The sense of this argument that comes
To me and tells me I've been a wild fool,
Better off smothered, a tool,
That entraps me in this triangle
of guilt, fear, and waves of madness.
I am on the verge of a total meltdown
Because you sing gently and dip your oar
Into the water quietly.
All the time!
It's now finally sundown,
Still the ebb and flow of my nerves
Are unsettled as the world spins around me,
My stomach in a knot I can't breath.
This is the end and my heads numb, I can not feel,
There is one thing on my mind and it won't
Go anywhere so it disappears a distant hush.
There is the scent of flowers on your tidy scarf,
It reminds me of the fragrance of too much
Cologne. I try to escape but you hold all the keys,
*I just wish your boring "epic" show of modern
Over perfection would leave me alone!*
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
A battle ground with limits not marked
full of strife , happiness but an occasional shower,
even if one tries to embellish it with
all of the fluff one can gather,
life is an enchanted land where we chase a myth,
that changes it's rules without any prior notice,
queer too, it punishes one with rewards, sometimes!
But at this moment I forget all that,
find no reason to harp on that, just forget
such lovely, clear blue eyes
eager to get lost in to mine!
even without batting an eyelid,
for a long while,is nothing but rapture, pure!
A moment, hand crafted by love, a magical spell,
spills over, makes one feel a superman in real world
so let's strive to create a dream boat, for blithe lovers
a raft of love to voyage across the ocean called life.
I'd collect such moments,immortal,pearl like, we gift to us
make a chain, to adorn you my queen, in your honor.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
the lone survivor is on
his raft at sea
creaking and swaying
in a tide that can't decide
calmness or turbulence
the sun is out yet
the clouds are endless
together in their gray
unison like a blanket
of dust
his eyes greet the waters naught
but opaque and black
were it not for the navy streams
from the poor muddled light
overhead
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC