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 Feb 2016 Valy
Kody dibble
Nothing similar here,
Nothing of value,
Like lost wind, graciously devouring us all,
I've seen thousands watch,
Place-time make-shaft growths,
Truth is we are all in it,
Like small drops of billowing souls,

SIMPLE:
Put the basket,
Over there,
near the drawer,
Where the penny men scream
And the daffodils cry,
Heaven's mercy proclaims,
That Love has a name,


FOUND:

She's near the ocean border,
Like cream she copes with all her cares,
First come, first serve,
Frivolous desires,
A certain dangling view,
Is following the nighttime glee,
Shadows of breaking yellow closed knit families,
Seething brightly forevermore

CONFIRM:

I know now,
Better days,
Of future events,
Follow close now,
The dragon is dead in sorrow,
The mask is broken,
The Maker of all things,
Both vast and venial,
Is truthfully today's greatest,
Merging of idea and life,
In one symposium of design and desire
shes gone? or...
 Feb 2016 Valy
Kripi
You came to my life, Drona,
And so started metamorphosis.

You came to my life, Kripi,
And so came the stability.

Oh you brought about the changes sweetly,
I rediscovered a new person in me, Drona.

Just like you have brought tranquility,
I have known what's actual peace, Kripi.

I wish you and only you in my dreams,
Come and save me from myself, Drona.

These nightmares and visions are done plaguing you,
Now let me plant my sweet dreams & thoughts in you, Kripi.

**Together we will scale new peaks and cover new skies oh lover,
This sweet dream we are living is far from getting yet over.
Our third collaboration poem together

Read Drona's copy of this poem at:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1200692/nothing-can-do-us-apart-a-kripi-drona-collaboration/
 Dec 2014 Valy
Seán Mac Falls
Silent are days,
Loud as the sun,
Soothing is night,
On threshold of dream,
Winsome as water mists
Raining from futures past,
Tasteless are delicacies,
Whipped up for myself,
Hard are the noises of birds
As they carol, carrying on,
Cold is the shade of trees,
As they do grow and leave,
In my house, so final, open,
Locked from all joys of day,
Rooms engulf as they hush
My crushed, unfelt body
That aches for another
And reaching smothers,
For books are as bricks,
From a ruined temple
Such knowledge—
Doled out in whisper,
Writings to decipher,
On sealed stones,
In my tomb.
 Dec 2014 Valy
Dánï
I feel like I'm always going to be alone, mentally and physically.
But then I get to thinking and realize I'm so young, yes I feel old but I'm so very young. Someone/something might come into my life that'll fill that void tomorrow, next year or in a decade. We're alone for a reason, to better ourselves, to have to do so because going into anything incomplete will never leave you whole. You need to be whole to be able to share a part of yourself because everything takes something from you and when you're at pieces you can't afford that to happen, you don't have enough to let that happen.
Everything has a process, some longer than others. Some of us are complex broken glass and some of us are just a simple incomplete puzzles.
Regardless, we'll find the pieces, we'll take as much time as we need because patience is a virtue we can't live without. Being realistic is another crucial one. We need good balance because the wrong type of balance has a tiring and heavy weight that'll only crush you into more pieces.
We don't have control over anything but ourselves, and even thought it might not seem like it, it's up to us to decide how we complete ourselves.
Of course being whole isn't something we know or know how to acquire, especially if we've never been but once you're there, and you can only get there with the right steps, you'll know. I'm far from it, I know it'll take years and years for me to feel whole, but I'm good with incomplete, I've learned to accept it, and that helps. I don't believe in luck or chance, I know whatever is meant for me won't miss me and whatever isn't won't ever hit me.
Be accepting, balanced, realistic and patient.
-d.***
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