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81 · Nov 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
i

         often

  wonder

how

  emptiness

             is

        always

so

      h      y
        eav
81 · Oct 2020
weak-kneed
TheConcretePoet Oct 2020
profound
poetry
renders
an
open mind
impuissant
80 · Oct 2019
His long illness
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Daybreak until nightfall,
she sat by her husband at the hospital
          while chemotherapy dripped
through the catheter into his heart.
          She drank coffee and read
magazines.
She paced while he worked
          on his poems.
  She rubbed his back
and read aloud. Overcome with dread,
          they wept and affirmed
that he would beat this, witlessly,
          over and over again.
When it snowed one morning.....
....
.. he gazed
          at the darkness blurred
with flakes. They pushed the IV pump
          which he called Igor
slowly past the nurses’ pods, as far
          as the outside door
so that he could smell......
          yes smell the snowy air.
80 · Mar 2021
Poets just poet 24/7
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
I have written many sentences with my heart

I have written many sentences with my mind

Most often it's difficult to tell them all apart

There is me, there is you in every single line

Forever on words
I shall dine

I'm a poet, it's how every day starts

As my eyes first breathe the morning air

My heart and mind through words rise naked and bare
80 · Oct 2020
a poet has come to town
TheConcretePoet Oct 2020
words
are a
poet's
carnival
of
feasts

the
emotions
they stir
are
deliberately
succinct
79 · Sep 2019
Secret garden
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
In the life
of a bud -
and flower
in the garden.
There is no talk of riot
against Autumn.

Only a goodnight kiss
that lasts until Spring.
Secret gardens
outlive winter.

Autumn's secret garden is a beauty unrivaled.

Kiss me Autumn and let's make secret love amongst the bronze and cinnamon colored leaves.

Kiss me... and

     F
        a
           l
             l

for me.
79 · Oct 2019
Cancer....hmmmfph cancer
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
You waltzed into my life without caring whom you might ******* and destroy, or how many.

You rudely and violently attacked a man that did not deserve a fight with you, but then again not many do.

You took from me the only man I ever in 'my life' looked up to for still my many unanswered questions about life.

The one man that was my beacon whom guided me through every storm .....until the rain and howling winds eventually had passed me by.

HATE.

Hate is a very strong word therefore I very seldom use the word.
But cancer, know this, I HATE YOU!
You have devastated my life once already in a way that has put me into a place that there is no coming back from.

Alas, however,
.... I refuse to allow you to destroy whatever life I may have left!

My life that I once knew is certainly in ruins after I saw how you treated and violated one of the most lovable men that has graced this Earth.

It may be dark at times where I reside now and perhaps forever more,  
but I will not allow you to keep my eyes from absorbing the rich sunlight that will grant this flower the nutrients needed to continue to grow.

You brought me to my knees in one fell swoop.
But I will rise once again I hope one day soon.

One day soon I will stand tall like a redwood just so that I can eventually look down upon you.

Look down upon you and feel like I beat you,
not only for me but,
... for my Dad that you murdered in front of my eyes without care.
Every day, and I mean every day I miss you so much Dad.
78 · Jan 2021
we - who is we?
TheConcretePoet Jan 2021
we separate ourselves,
   for sanity.

we separate ourselves,
   for serenity.

we separate ourselves,
   for lucidity.

we separate ourselves,
   for stability.

we separate ourselves,
   for breath.

we separate ourselves,
  to push away death.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
78 · Feb 2020
Beautiful things cry
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
78 · Nov 2019
is there meaning here?
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
my wounds
  are many.
some will
   never heal,
some too deep.
  some wounds
that i just
  will never
understand
or feel,
   some that
my soul is
  forced to
keep.
  actions of
guilty others
  are my
deepest wounds
  because they
weren't
  self inflicted.
my loathing
  for those
'guilty others'
  inside me is
one helluva
  conflict.
never judge
  one's outside
unless you have
  lived on
their inside!
   inside
is where....
   most people
die.
78 · Mar 2021
Unopened gifts
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
Waking up on the weekend to the fragrant smell of fresh cut grass

The humming engine of the neighbors lawn mower over a few laughs

Coffee's aroma wafting from the kitchen into your bedroom

Ah yes, this is indeed what they call a lover's swoon

As the sun's rays come to play and splash through your open blinds

Paradise isn't far if you never leave it to far behind

Off to a hot shower as the summer rain's softly echo

I can smell the aromatic rain through my open bathroom window

It's a calm, it's never a storm to my senses

It's weekend pleasures of fantasy and white picket fences

Arise from your bed, wipe the sleep from your eyes

Say hello to this morning and forget the goodbyes
78 · Nov 2020
November rain
TheConcretePoet Nov 2020
It brings trees that weep.
Branches empty once full of life.
It brings a colder wind across your nape.
My zipper snugs my adams apple.
It brings beds made of leaves.
Children jumping in and out.
November will not see my lawn mower.
It won't see my grill.
I won't smell a charbroiled dog or burger.
It won't see a patio party....

Rather;

It's time for hot cocoa,
with a marshmallow or two.
It's time for gloves and mittens.
Time to keep your head and ears warm too.
November isn't the onset of death.
Rather it is a month that leads to slumber.
A much needed beauty nap for our earth.
To awaken once again in Spring.
To captivate our eyes and our souls once more.
November is merely an open door.
To rest and freeze a beauty never seen before.
Sleep for now sweet mother earth...
78 · Mar 2020
Breath of a rainy day
TheConcretePoet Mar 2020
Of heaven's rain a bird wets its beak.
The deer and the strays lap from the rising creek.
The lion's sacrifice the lambs unweak.

Horses and their shoes on a cobblestone road.
Lily pads a float to hold an old large toad.
Butterflies fly by with an innocence overload.

A dove bringing peace as it soars overhead.
Rabbits and squirrels frolic in their moist grassy bed.
Proof that God is alive, he's surely not dead.
77 · Oct 2019
Healing
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Muscles
   in our body
must rip
      must tear,
      must bleed
and suffer
        to become stronger.

And I think .......
  
       life,
        makes it the same
for our
hearts.

     Broken hearts
        do
mend.
77 · Nov 2020
autumn love serum
TheConcretePoet Nov 2020
intrigue,
mystery
and
intelligence
will always
be a
poet's
aphrodisiac.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️
76 · Jan 2021
'victim' of yearning
TheConcretePoet Jan 2021
the moon,
it just lingered
and lounged
in the sky

wolves and
most humans
hunting, reflections
of a full moon
in their
eyes


almost
stalking
as if only half
of it was
privy
to the chaos
below the
evening prior

daytime
lunar waves
crash upon
an afternoon's
shoreline full
of wanting
desire

hanging in
the sky like
an albatross,
it stalks
and it
looms

swinging from
east to west
like a pendulum
of doom

as sunset
takes hold
and night
rushes in
fast

the hunted
lie down...

"please indulge
me at long last"


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
TheConcretePoet Dec 2020
your
       naked

unique
                body     should
            only belong
    
               to someone ...

            that
               falls in love
                   with your
         naked
    
            unique

soul.

'Yours and  everyone's concrete-poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️
76 · Dec 2020
🌌Universal love🌌
TheConcretePoet Dec 2020
You are a meteor shower on a canvas made of ebon sky.

You shed ice and dust with a glow that is easy to identify.

You shower me with beauty and steal away my breath.

You my love make the universe envy,
you are different than all of the rest.

A mouthwatering masterpiece of expression and galactic hue.

Tonight darling
tonight.....

i've never seen anything more beautiful than you.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️
75 · Oct 2019
Emotion's devotion
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Wanting is an emotion.

    What it is,

is,

       only one step preceding devotion.
75 · Oct 2019
Not a word
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
In a room of strangers, I sit.

A clock on the wall catches my interest.

The second hand , my eyes obsession.

12 to 6 , 6 to 12..... around it goes.

The minutes easily reach 10.

The room is still full of strangers.
74 · Nov 2019
Your coffee mug
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
That empty place at the table.
Or, perhaps the place not so void of another worldly presence.
I caught a glimpse of you....yes you.
A quick sighting of you in brightly monochromatic colored attire.
With a light so magnificent, so radiant.
Almost in trance by its wavelength and frequency.
The chair directly seated in this empty place.
It appears almost depressed with a form of what once was.
Beneath the chair , your slippers Sabre has brought with a wagging tail.
On the holiday place mat your black framed reading glasses.
The ones that made you look ever so wiser to me.
Even more than I thought could even be possible.
Also a number 2 pencil and a book of fabulous crosswords collections.
Challenging word games we both took seriously, yet enjoyed.
A navy coffee mug inscribed with your name.
Not a stain to be found on the USS Fort Mandan.
I sip from this mug , never to gulp.
I want my memories of you in stages....
not a gulping unsavoriness.
But rather slowly , cherishingly...  methodically.
I set your coffee mug gingerly down after rinsing it with care.
I will sip from this mug again another day soon.
74 · Nov 2019
fear is not my fate
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
into
ebon
forests
alone
i trek.

limbs of
stripped
trees reach
for the
communion
wafer
hued moon.

unsettling
echoes
of predators
find way
to my ears.

unfamiliar
eyes by
the hundreds
seemingly
fixed
upon me.

yet,
i continue
forward,
never do i
retreat.

fate is
not my
fear.

and fear
is not
my fate.

building a
granite
foundation
of character
represses
any fear.

i stand
firmly
ready
for the
attack
amongst
the shadows.

darkness
will regret
taking a
second swing
at David.

i already
fell
Goliath
once.
74 · Nov 2020
respirator stat!
TheConcretePoet Nov 2020
backed up
sewers
and roses
are now
how i
differentiate
........

people?

let's just
put it
this way.

the smell
of raw sewage
has
become
overwhelming
in this
world.

most people
that
you will
encounter
are full
of ****.

keep a
respirator
close by.

i fondly
remember
the once
abundant
bouquet
of roses
in this
******
world.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️
73 · Nov 2020
🤷🏻‍♂️
TheConcretePoet Nov 2020
humans
always want
something
much more
when "it"
isn't theirs.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️
73 · Dec 2020
The teddy
TheConcretePoet Dec 2020
Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
covering your sweaty body in all the right places.
A soft kiss and a nibble on the nape of your neck,
south down your body slowly, a methodical pace.
Your inner thighs as hot as a melting ice cream cone,
I lick and I lick , fever pitched breathing , my shoulders you brace,
I make my way by the silk and the lace,
like candy from heaven, sweetness is all that I taste.
Legs draped over each one of my shoulders,
the summit is near , oh that look on your face.
The ceiling fan on high over a bed of sweat filled sheets,
cooling their bodies as if in a race.
Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
gone without a trace.

'Yours and everyone's
'concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️
73 · Sep 2020
We poets
TheConcretePoet Sep 2020
We poets aren't meant to connect with everyone you see.
But those that we do take part in swimming in the deepest of seas.
Some may think of us weird or a strange breed.
When in reality; all we are is east coast trees.
We live
We die
When alone, we are life's most refreshing breeze.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
72 · Nov 2019
emerald sunrise
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
like a
morning sunrise
through the
open blinds,  
i gently kiss
your silken thighs.

forcefully yet
thoughtfully,
i awaken
your enchanting
emerald eyes.
72 · Sep 2019
Breakup
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Give me two shots
of that
heart break
*****

She just called
to tell me that
her and me
are through

Looks like...

Another week of
suffering from
the brown bottle flu

My life can not
be sober if I
can't have
you.
72 · Jan 2021
b r o ke n metaphor
TheConcretePoet Jan 2021
have you
ever stepped
upon
broken
glass?

that distinct
sound of
crunching,
of that
complete
shattering.

have you
ever met
a person
clinically
depressed?

have you
ever met
a person
who can't
control their
emotions?

their
emotions
change as
swiftly as
the weather-
bi polar?

if you
have met
that person,
that person
is that
broken glass
you have
stepped
upon.

that person
that
continues
shattering
with every
step upon
them-
friend or
foe.

crunch...
crunch..
crunch.

we live
away or,
stay away
in the
shadows
because
that is
where we
prefer to
hide when
we cry.

if you
look upon
that floor
of
broken glass,
you will
see puddles
of emotion
mixed
within.

dehydrated
broken
beings
with literal
broken
hearts
who have
been
tortured
in a
lifelong
echo
chamber.

crunch...
crunch..
crunch.

please
be mindful
not to
step upon
the
broken glass.

broken
glass
can not
listen,
but it can
be
heard.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
72 · Oct 2019
Beware
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Life   ~~~~~^~  
                  °
                 °
                  °
           o w °
          r    n
           d  s

               i
                n
                s
               i
                 d
                 e

     circumstances
Beware of the shark
72 · Oct 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
I
  am
not
          living,

           I
   am
just
      
            waiting

         to die.


One day,

     I

"will be the poem".

     and on that day,

      I won't be here any longer
       and I will once again live.
    
      right now, I am not living.

I'm just
      waiting to die.
71 · Nov 2019
last Christmas
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
last Christmas
   we came
together,
     for an
unexpected start.

last Christmas
   is when,
i decided....
   i gave you
     my heart.

last Christmas
    the cold
snow
   was an excuse
to unite
   our bodies
for heat.

last Christmas
   was the last
time i was able,
     to hear your
heart beat.

last Christmas
   right or wrong
is a song,
   that reminds me
of you.

last Christmas
   i think....
reminds you
     of me too.

please....

never give
  my heart
    away....

please stay.
https://youtu.be/E8gmARGvPlI


Rest in peace George Michael
TheConcretePoet Oct 2020
his entire life;

his sun has
hidden behind the clouds,
hidden below the
horizon,
enveloped by storms and by crowds.

his sun may not shine and thus will not warm him.
ebon clouds of humans seem to keep his sun dim.

his sun is his secret
that never gets shared.
his sun remains hidden because of the world, it is scared.

his sun will not shine for those whom don't merit.
his sun only shines on those whom he allows near it.

people - clouds - and storms;
they may all try to steal and hide his sun.
but for those that may be worthy.....
"ready or not"
here it comes.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

By the way -
sunsets are only more proof that endings can be beautiful too".
71 · Oct 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
Try
    
           and keep

     your
          feet

                 from
   moving

             down

         any

                 dead
end

    street,

           mistakes

               on those

   dead ends

       are
           not

               ones to

         repeat
71 · Dec 2019
still there?
TheConcretePoet Dec 2019
when
  we know that,
something is
   killing us.

what is
  our fascination
to keep
  touching it?

still there?
71 · Nov 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
i'd ask you
  what's wrong

but,

   there's
no need
    chasing after
what's already

     g

o

       n

e
70 · Dec 2019
pondered poetry
TheConcretePoet Dec 2019
like a
  tree,

all that
   i want
to do
     is....

"leave"
and,

    have my
branches....

     stretch to
    
             reach
  the

heavens.
70 · Jan 2020
the truest you
TheConcretePoet Jan 2020
our parts
are
mostly
universal
sure...

our
outsides
are :

"you've seen
one,
you've seen
them all."

which IS
beyond truth.

remember
though,

that's not
what makes
you....
you.

you are
so much
more
than that,
so much more !

unique to you?

it's your soul
that
makes you....
you.

it makes
you
attractive,
it makes
you unattractive.

keep your
soul
beautiful.

feed it love,
feed it caring,
feed it sharing,
feed it
properly and...
people will
watch you
grow,
watch you
glow.

your soul
is not
universal.

your soul
is the
truest you.
70 · Dec 2019
she's for me
TheConcretePoet Dec 2019
she's my
sunny day
alarm clock....

as she's peaking
through
my curtains.

she's the
coffee
in my cup....

she's the one
that gets
me moving.

she's the
one that brings
a smile....

even when
i don't
feel much
like
smiling.

she's
clearly my
best friend....

'cause in,
bad times
it's her number
that
i'm dialing.

she's the
lover in my
bed on those....

cold nights
in the winter.

she's the
one across
the table after....

work and
eating dinner.

she's the
air i need
to breathe....

she's the
fine wine
that i drink.

she's my
favorite song
on the radio....

she's the
slow song
that i sing.

she's the
one that
i kiss last....

on a steamy
summer's night.

she's the
kiss that's
on my lips....

i'm not putting
up no fight.

she's my
blanket as
we sleep....

as we're...
kissing through
the night.

the only
thing that
stops us
is that....

first mornin's
light.

she's
the one
that purrs
up against
my chest....

she's,
different from
the rest.

she's
the one
i want my
whole life
through....

she's
the one
i want to
say.....

    I do.

she's
everything
i need.

cause'....

she's
everything
to me.
(song written by me -all lyrical rights reserved and protected)
69 · Nov 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
As the
  Autumn leaves
    die....

their life giver
  is STILL
   alive.
69 · Nov 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
not only do i
  need her but
i want her.

those
   green emerald
eyes like
  2 emerald
shards of ice.

those
   mesmerizing *******
  and gum drop
******* that
  poke through
every piece of
   clothing.

that
   hourglass figure
that haunts
  me as i sleep.

those lips...
   where kisses
are meant
   to be missed.

one night,
  i wish to
have my
   own lips
buried deep
  within her
thighs.
68 · Nov 2019
lunar duet
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
i.. .
...

   i never
promised you
      the moon.

i only promised
   to howl
at it
        with you.
68 · Feb 2020
hidden meaning #5
TheConcretePoet Feb 2020
do not conform to the pattern of the world.

anchor yourself to your own wave.

you have no need for a life asea.
68 · Oct 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
If,

     I am water ?

  Your stone,

        offers no impediment.

Go ahead,
     and
heave it hard,

      you've got nothing!
68 · Dec 2019
the coroner's friends
TheConcretePoet Dec 2019
ravens
   follow
me...

  behind
the ravens,

    the
vultures
         follow.

behind
   the vultures,

             the
           coroner
with a

black
   body bag.
TheConcretePoet Jan 2020
remember,
remember back when you were just a toddler
and mommy and daddy told you to
beware of the monsters and strangers?

well,
what they were really telling you is that human beings/your friends are the real monsters
and danger.

never
remove your
eyes from
anyone.

once you have,
the damage incurred can never be undone.

eyes that smile hide a medieval darkness that sparkle like the blade of a guillotine.

a trusting fool
will always end up on the bad side
of a
crime scene.
67 · Dec 2019
mercy
TheConcretePoet Dec 2019
life... .. .
  it is such a
twisted and
   frayed strand of string that swings like a pendulum in each storm's hurricane force winds


'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'
67 · Nov 2019
he's already dead
TheConcretePoet Nov 2019
every year
  since his
father's
    passing,
he seemingly
   has only
gotten worse
    not better.

withdrawing,
     retreating
  himself deeper
inward and
  furthering
himself away
    from every
normal
  societal
celebration,
    everything
and everyone.

intentionally  
  destroying
himself privately
    at least,
  away from
the eyes
    of others.

he desperately reaches
  for hope
within Jesus
   every day
but not even
  Jesus can
give him hope
  on his
"i don't want
   to be here"
days.

he sees things
  much too
clearly about
    life that
his troubled
  mind refuses
to be persuaded
  with mere
fractions of
   happiness.

his eyes
  absolutely know
what they see
  and his heart
absolutely knows
what it feels.

which,
   leaves his
soul wrought
   with pain
      and wound
after wound...
  
deeper and
  deeper these
wounds plunge...

  the bleeding
is becoming
    uncontrollable
  inside...

he's running
  out of
tourniquets.
66 · Sep 2019
Untitled
TheConcretePoet Sep 2019
Many people see
stars in the night sky.

while i see only a
graveyard,

and candles
still aflame on the graves,

even though they are
long extinguished by the angels.
66 · Oct 2019
Waves of life
TheConcretePoet Oct 2019
The waves of life
come rushing in
against a human shore line.
Destined to caress
our feet
our hearts
our lives.
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