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may I take
this opportunity
to thank
my fellow poets
for their valued
advisories
a great ingredient
I've discovered for cookery
in the past it was never
added to my recipes
for I wasn't aware
of its tasty properties

recently a friend
introduced me to it
now all my meat and vegetable dishes
are super hits

those bland old recipes
of an era gone by
no longer in my kitchen
do they apply

garlic is now my favorite
cooking additive
and on my crockery plates
long shall it live
the flowers of youth
cut down too soon
their potential
stolen in war room

never their flowers
to see a new dawn
forever their bodies
interred under lawn

blooms wasted
colors spent
the futility of war
such a nonsensical bent
Free what is drawn in a few moments from your speech
and our two  forces.
Come find the lover you leave behind
in the ancient black and white.
Are you scared of heights
or would you rather be turned
into a man
as black as light?

No guilt
when you look at your dreams
and they spark
and mirror the poison apple you sense.
They bleed when they can't be seen
no matter their essence.
I am experiencing writers block.Does anyone have any ideas or a topic they'd like to share?Comments and suggestions will be highly appreciated!
dear lover,

i miss you. even though i’ve never met you, i can still feel your energy from a thousand miles away.

a face that can make men go to war for you. your smile makes time move slow, everything in the world makes sense. i find comfort in your love and warmth in your presence.

lover. i fell in love with your words, everything you uttered was. beauty personified in words. that deep energetic vibe from your soul makes me want to dance in your. elegance.

i fell in love with your mind, and i fell deep within your subconscious. a trance i was in. you’re my intellectual crush. you had me on my knees, you had me intellectually lovin’ you.

i had a dream we were both dancing to Eros’ beautiful rhythm. nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart, baby don’t think im out to hurt you. not my intention.

i fell in love with you and i never knew. falling in love with you was never my plan. but i guess it was God’s plan. we’ll never know.

even though we’ve never met. i can still remember the sound of your heartbeat, your voice so sweet like the heavens. and your movement so graceful. graceful. you’re like a Raven – innocent, beautiful, sweet.

my heart just skipped a beat.

beautiful soul. speak to me. i saw the beauty of life through you, beautiful soul. and even though we’ve never met, lover. i miss you.

you got a lotta soul, lady. that’s beautiful.

all i wanna do is admire your beauty from a distance because im afraid if i touch you. my flesh will be tempted to do all that is regarded. earthly.

i’ll prolly luh you fo’eva. let me escape through you in thought. beautiful lover. beautiful soul.

“touch me with your mind. hands are overrated & ‘soul’ is overused.”

the closest stranger i’ve never met. i became more with you. your lips i will kiss, your hips i will hold, and your love i will embrace. you have my heart. you have the key to my heart.

and the more i think of you, i miss you. even though we’ve never met, beautiful lover.

our hearts are interlocked in deep conversation. thoughts & feelings in graceful motion, love never known.

i saw us dancing under the moonlight. you wore a silk white dress with Queen Elizabeth’s crown upon your head. and me, just a man wearing a white suit with a purple rose in his chest pocket.
imagine.

and we danced in the cosmos, the stars were watching us — the sun and the moon were playing music only heard in the heavens.

dear lover. beautiful lover. beautiful soul. i love you. i miss you. even though we’ve never met.
I think back to the days
when I would come over
for play dates
and we would
explore the world
being adventurous
energetically carefree.

It was simple
how our friendship worked
no tall tales behind
each others backs
no feelings were hurt
no secrets
no lies
no whispering.

We were all best friends
hanging out together.
A group formed quickly
and divided even quicker.

Stories embellished
to promote one’s own
popularity, creating
laughs and turning me
into the black sheep.

I learned not to trust
any of you.
Skepticism became my
new best friend.

The best thing I thought
was to leave it all
forget everyone and
begin somewhere else new.

That place didn’t really
seem quite for me either.
So I returned. Some
accepted me back with
open arms, but I still
couldn’t trust it.
I didn’t know who any
of you were anymore.
I struggled opening up
and accepting you all.

I wish I could have done it.
I wish we did reunite.
I have forever wanted to
be back in the group.

But the group is not for me.
It never was. It never will be.
who is that guy
standing on the stage
is he
Randy Fred or Sage
I'm sure I've seen him
in the chorus line
he has body movements
most divine
as soon as he wiggles
his torso
I'll remember his name
pronto
but for the moment
his identity is lost to me
that is what happens
when one has a non functioning memory
if ever you wonder
if ever your heart should grow curious
for lust and love and spirit
electricity that splits the spine
a jolt of lightening
rushing through wide open veins
baby hairs standing on end
on the nape of your neck
a wave of cold sweat
dripping through your hair
moistens your back
if ever a moment passes
if ever you refrain from yelling loud
sing a melody
scream “i love you”
skip through a crowd of people
and smile
laugh
dance
and forget your worry
the temporary madness of yesterday
because you are static, ecstatic
you are wonderful
written by me
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