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  Jun 2018 sheila sharpe
Just Maria
A sail boat is docked beside the pier
The lapping water is all I hear
I feel the breeze upon my face
I dream of blue skies and open space

To sail the sea without a care
No time for worries, just time to spare
A thought of new adventures crosses my mind
Of all the treasures that I will find

I'll gather stories from far and near
That I'll retell year after year
At night the moon will shine above
And I'll remember those whom I love

A little sadness enters my heart
as from this dream I must depart
I turn away with a slight smile
At least I was free for just a while
I was inspired to write this poem by a photograph that I took of a sail boat and I started dreaming about how nice it would be just to sail without a care
  Jun 2018 sheila sharpe
Geanna
They tell me to be happy
They say they want me to be happy

How can I find happiness in something
that doesn't make me happy?
How can I be happy in a world
full of pain and suffering?

I have to find it myself, right?
What if I don't find it worthy?
What if I successfully commit suicide?

You can't help a dead girl
You can't save a dead girl

All you can do is sit there
wondering what went wrong
wondering how did you miss it all
wondering why couldn't you save me

But i'll be gone by then
There's nothing you could do about it
The pain will always be there
..
Scarring you forever
~ G.P.O
  Jun 2018 sheila sharpe
Sally A Bayan
Something caught me off guard, that hot day,
an unexpected thunder roared its presence,
violent...continuously rose in volume...
the throbbing...the thumping...the
pounding intensified...while swarms of red
and pink fragments simultaneously emerged,
and skillfully created arcs...becoming orbs,
multiplying, spreading...merging...then
shaping into rounds, like atoms...combining,
revealing...bearing a scary realization...
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::­::::::::::::::
suddenly, arms and hands felt cold,
thunder softened...waned...arcs and orbs stilled,
chest started to rise and fall, peacefully.......yet, here i am,
anticipating a next time...when thunder roars anew...

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   June 19, 2018
...heart palpitations yesterday,while far from the house,
tried capturing the images...the feeling...
We are jumping to conclusions
like some jump off random buildings
I think it's time we took a step back
to decide on what we want.

Some take knives to do the deed
some takes wives to fill a need
I take Rover on a lead because
he loves his nightly stroll.

Some are rolling with the punches
bells are tolling and the hunch is
Notre Dame's not far behind.

Pray to Jesus if you have to
throw the bones and
both will shaft you
look inside and you will find
the thing that we're all looking for.
The strong fight with the weapon of mass destruction.
The smart fight with the weapon of numbers.
The wise fight with the weapon of knowledge.

Which one are you?
Tell me which one you are in the comments below. And as always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
  Jun 2018 sheila sharpe
دema flutter
Remember when we first met?
                  I wish we could meet again for the first time.
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