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 Jun 2020 cedar
rose hopkins
Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?
for BLT's word of the day challenge , the word is "compunction" . my poem aimed at Derek Chauvin.
 Jun 2020 cedar
nivek
someone will pronounce me 'Dead'
but I will not be around.
death and resurrection -
can be kinda tough.
 Jun 2020 cedar
sandra wyllie
Some People
are in a deep sleep
saying this
is fake. It’s not up to me
to wake them.

Some people
won't face the road ahead. They
can't pace themselves. They
stand still. It’s not up to me
to move them.

Some people
can not see from their
past. You can't reach
them. It’s not up to me
to teach them.
 Jun 2020 cedar
nivek
took a spin through the spangled black
whizzed past the Moon as she pulled my mind into dreaming
dreaming addictive strangeness
each point of light, fire of stars burning deep into forever
flashed and seared my outstretched hand
I took a spin through the spangled black and came back,
it was as if I had never been away.
 Jun 2020 cedar
Glenn Currier
Without all my lovers
I would never enter the realm
of the fully human.
 Jun 2020 cedar
melancholicreator
it is a meaningless curiosity,
to wonder where you went.
the anonymity of the future
seems to disembody what came
and went.

and i sat, and wept,
and inhaled what your cigarette bled.
there, lonesome, where
two sparks had once met.

a fire so bright that  
dripped kerosene where it stepped,
was put out by time,
and i observed as it crept.

i did spend restless nights,
and i prepare. more will come.
but trust me my dear,
one day you’ll know where i'm truly from.

just as you told me we were,
that there’d be no more “us”
as the sun rose in morn’
and then set off towards dusk.

the light will dismiss,
like the flicker from a chalice,
my skin will thicken
like mountains on an atlas.

and i will rise, and i will tremble,
as my words craft me a temple,
colossal in height, and treacherous in-depth,
where my scripture will live, and in solitude kept.

but you’ll hear, and you’ll listen, and you’ll reflect on my image
as i watch myself glisten, from you and beyond.

on that day, understand my duty as an artist,
and why my memory of you will last.
as the suffering turned to art for my future
will be composed of our distant past.

-melancholicreator
recently went through a breakup with someone i'm still completely in love with. this poem is about how i'll overcome these feelings of heartbreak and loneliness only to use my suffering for productive and creative art. i mean, what else can you do with pain besides let it consume you for the better or worse?
 Jun 2020 cedar
Shrika
Lie
 Jun 2020 cedar
Shrika
Lie
You said, "Together forever".

When did forever become so short ?
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