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The kids frolicked in the steam of hot summer streets
Rainbows appeared in the western sky
Rain cooled Main Street , a Tennessee breeze
removed raw heat , rushing downspouts and gutters
before welcome eyes
Tree frogs sang songs of dusk
'Stormwater' fell from oaks in perfect time
Crickets began to chime
Sailing stick boats by moonlight
A cardinal burst into song in the young night
A young dove sang a hopeful tune
Cicadas bid praise for unpredictable June ....
Copyright Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
Luna Marie
Only in the coolness of the night,
You touch my skin,
Underneath the moonlight,
Causing me to grin.

Your sharp teeth give quick bites,
Causing me to breathe in sharply and shiver.
The flame between us ignites
And the world around us grows fainter.

Everything you do sets me on fire.
I may try to pull away, but don't let me go.
It's all just an act to cover up my desire.
Kiss me everywhere and be thorough.

My vision starts to blur.
Oh my Romeo,
All this pain is outweighed by pleasure
In our private chateau.
:)
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
margaret
I am forever stuck
On spin cycle,
Tumbling around in my own mind.
Drowning,
Gasping,
For air.
I cry out for help,
but no one can hear me
Through the glass.
It seems they can't see me
Either,
As I am somersaulted
Into pain.
I just want someone to be
Gentle.
Cycle,
And all I can think is
Lazy days,
Daisies lay as
I wilt
Among the clothes.
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
MR LA MADRID
she sees the person that i truly am
by the way she looks at me,
and i always wanted to be worth the effort,
to become the hero from her reverie.

but a gaze right through her eyes;
i see myself tripping and failing.

this is the scariest part --
to get to see your lover every day;
to have her eyes greet you in daylight,
only to watch your self's reflection crash at bay.
You deserve someone whom, just by looking at them, you become whole.
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
Alex Azar
Little by little I'm learning to swim
In this silent ocean made of endless drops
A drop, a memory, a fragment of myself
They surround each stroke, as I hope not to stop

The moment I stop, I'll slowly begin to sink
Deeper and deeper, struggling for air
Engulfed by dark waters I've tried to avoid
The pressure so high, it's something I can't bare

So little by little I'm learning to swim
Each stroke taking me farther, making me feel new
As I aim for the horizon of ocean yet to come
A single drop rains down, filled with a thought about you

One drop, that's all it takes, to disrupt my calm sea
Small ripples turn into waves steadily drawing near
Pushing me back under, with each passing ring
Each filled with you, who once brought me cheer

Little by little I'm learning to swim
We used to float together, exploring hand in hand
Now alone in this ocean I keep pushing forward
Hoping to see a new joy, waving from warm sand
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
Little Azaleah
He stood bare naked
under this unwanted attention.
He was vulnerable,
Left to be fed to the wolves.
Yet,
He smiled through it all
Whilst carrying a heavy heart
And sunken eyes.


《 e.i 》
How he must be breaking inside.
  Jun 2017 spokenwords
Matt
I don't work
Yesterday I saw portraits
And impressionist paintings

From the 19th and 18th centuries

I'm at Starbucks today

It's all so strange

Maybe I'll go chip golf *****

Maybe I'll play golf
Tomorrow I'm getting
An oil change

I am 32 and single
And will most likely
Be single for a long time

What's the point
Of this place?

I give some food
Or water
To a random homeless person
When I can

I no longer live at home
But stop by to get food
And do laundry

How will the world end?

The terrorists are at it again

In the Fox interview the
Christian man said
Christians had been silent
Over recent terror attacks

The interviewer asked him
What should be done

He said something
About showing the love
Of Jesus in the world

Well that's great
But the terrorists won't stop

No matter what other
People say
Religious or not

How will the world end?

In a worldwide
Nuclear war?

Search your own heart

The body is weak
Life is fragile

I still have
The same dull frown

I will enjoy a hike perhaps
Or take notes
On "The Soviet Century"

I like to roleplay
In adult chats
As Gal Gadot

It is 6/5/2017
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