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Acid smiles Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat Worth your was, thus a loose while Sweet knowing you, with this and that... Solemn kinds of whether? Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial? Talk to me... The rose and the voice of alright, tonight The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight... Yours again... Set to rights, the tale of seeking how For a better lover, the risks of integrity With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing... Is a reaching us, a clashing must? To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates... A look for bests is the only way to discuss A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth... With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?
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Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Ruse Of Devils, Roses That Say Goodbye
there are times while reading that rather than check the definition      of a word a word which is recognised but whose true meaning evades me rather than search the illumined pages of a dictionary to reveal the mysteries of      this vital word this word which carries the entire weight of interpretation and comprehension for the rest      of the sentence      of the paragraph      of the page instead there is a striving to illicit some understanding vague or otherwise from whatever context can be applied to those words that remain indifferent to the possibility that I might misunderstand it all
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Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 5:08 PM UTC
ersatz
Unsung heroes whom bare our scars   Substitutions to fight our wars   With strength and dignity that isn’t learned   To provide the freedom we didn’t earn   Like wounded victims upon their shoulder   Our weight they carry feels like a boulder   Yet in strength they stand to serve us all   So that we are not the ones to fall
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
Veterans
To my backstabbing family, It's me, your prodigal son. Do you remember me? Do you remember thine own? An outcast among a sea of Hazy grey, You threw me out upon the preamble to my solitary foe - Wasn't it you, Father who told me that "alcohol would never bear true happiness". Well, I hope you're happy. You used me. Now, look at yourself. A monster: sour, sickly, lackadaisical. An Orange Monster in the moonlight. I still remember the day you gave me my things and told me to Go -
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
SN2
Yesterday, I smiled. All my worries fled. Today they came back to **** me. Tonight, I fear, I bled. Why do I bother with laughter When all that water will drain? I can do it myself. I can substitute laughter with pain. Don't tell me to quit my moping. You don't know what I'm crying about. You know, part of me is still hoping That someone will figure it out. Then I remember, I'm on my own now. So I guess I'll be bleeding alone. No more dreaming of sleeping in someone's arms, My pain and my tears are my own.
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Sorrows do take Revenge
She relishes a slice of watermelon,when she does, it's a different act, sitting across, he avariciously devour her,ogling can't be that intense!
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
For each one, a hunger of one's own choice
You're just a substitute Someone to hold in her place 'Cause if I close my eyes I can still see her face And I kinda like you But this sure isn't love 'Cause when I fall asleep It's her that I dream of And it's her I want When I'm alone at night But you're in my bed When I turn out the light So I'll hold you close But my mind isn't here It's wandered away Wishing she was near You will never be her I'll never be content Because inside my heart I know it's not meant To be
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
The Moon Has No Light Of Its Own
I pull it inside. It cools me as it flows downward. It's black, sticky hands wrap around my lungs. A cool shiver trickles down my spine. My muscles unclench from the daily beating. My blood calms down. I have escaped the calls of the blade for now. For now, the smoke flies away with me.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Nicotine (2012)