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Vicki Kralapp Aug 2013
Waking up to the first morning light,
silently making my way to the beach.
Walking along as I skirt the waves,
and waiting for us to meet.

The raising sun glints on the crest of the waves,
as I wait for you to come.
I remember last night as you kissed me goodbye,
and how I almost came undone.

The shells and the creatures left by the tides,
are now nipping at my feet.
And I stopped to inspect them for a time,
while I wait for us to meet.

Suddenly you appeared from behind,
which gave me quite a start.
as I buried my face inside your shirt,
and prayed that we'd never part.

We kissed each other in the morning light
and promised a love 'til we died.
And with that we kissed our last kiss,
and said our last goodbyes.

I am but a wave on the crest of the seas,
tossed along with the ocean tides.
My love he seemed to be snatched away,
and all I could do was abide.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
dan d Jul 2013
Somewhere buried
within earth
are our tomorrows
and our yesterdays.

Somewhere buried
within our hearts
are all the dreams
we put away.

Somewhere buried
among the stars
is where we shall be
one of these days.

Somewhere buried
among these moments
is eternity,
all that has been and will be...

Somewhere buried
within earth
is all of history.
It was only set in stone.

Somewhere buried
within our hearts
are the nightmares
that we're sure are real.

Somewhere buried
among the stars
is what we shall be
one of these days.

Somewhere buried
among these moments
is infinity.
What could have been...
Krysel Anson Sep 2018
By now,the seed varieties of the world,  
may have been attacked beyond recovery
by wars of pretense and relapses.
We are still learning
how to handle it properly.
We tend to say.

Some will talk and plan over dinner parties,
over TV or Radio. Most will leave
it behind like another corpse
of lessons thrown to the gutter,
like a dead *** on another Sunset Boulevard.

Iraq's seed banks
we blew up in the 2000s.
In various places in Asia
and the Middle East, places of life and cultured
varieties gone in an instant.
Echoing our imprisoned
ignorance and drives for more instant goods and services.

Indian farmers have committed mass suicides after
their god Hanuman was used by a chemical giant
to sell poison seeds and renewed
bondages of indebtedness.

One question a stranger asked a group of writers on tour
was not what their poetry or books were about,
nor why they wrote it, but how writing may and
may not be helping as we make decisions and solve problems now?

Once agricultural lands turn into new promises
of commercial buildings. Cities of inaccessible towers and
abandoned malls in America, Spain, China, and Russia
feeds us back our own echo.

Like converted uses of lands, our humanity
is converted into inanimate collections and status
symbols of some players or parties. As we face
our continuing struggle between
our oppressor-selves and our genuine roots.

Despite the perversions,
inside vicious habits of waste
where we glorify promises of war and efficiencies,
we continue to be entrusted with the ongoing lessons:
Rarely do surviving generations through famine, war and diseases,  
throw away means to live, or destroy any kind of seed.

Every day we wake to the ruins and remains of
Our living poetry, word spaces, hours, exchanges,
gains and losses, stopping and going. This time,
not just for fires of anguish or unnecessary losses,
but for each other's midnight lamps.#
Debbie Brindley Jul 2017
Silence surrounds me
As I lay here beneath the earth
Surrounded by soil
Black fertile soil
Feels as if I've been here
forever trapped
Buried in the darkness
Buried by lifes burdens
If only I could reach the surface
Break through
Though to the sunshine
the fresh air
Fresh air that shall fill my lungs
Fill my lungs
and bring me back to life
To a life I once had
Life filled with color
And sounds of happiness
Instead I lay here stagnant
trapped beneath the earth
In silence
Having a hard day feeling sorry for myself :'(
Medusa May 2018
thinking all of those yearnings buried
walking about this planet securely wrapped
tighter and tighter and even more still
finally something broke

my red balloon floats free
letting in all kinds of
memory, imaginings,
cravings, and love

definitely love
love is there

right there
yes, there
yes, yes, yes

oh god yes,
Sacrelicious Jun 2012
Buried alive, beneath the rhetorical lies.
Of a thousand broken-prayer beads.

Surrounded by all of my....
False hopes.
Fake friends.
Some, hornet priests
who are exorcising their own demons.
On a ******* fueled ****** of sadism in it's own right.

On the dark side of the confession booth. This is nothing.

But a divine
waste of my time.
I'll see you all, in Hell.
Kenji May 30
I'm sorry, but I have to leave you.
There's gonna be a day when we gonna drift away from each other either way.
There's gonna be a day when I have to move on.
There's gonna be a day when it's gonna be too late for you to confess your true feelings.
There's gonna be a day when you will become another distant memory like my buried past.
There's gonna be that day when you didn't realize what you had, until it was gone.
I'm sorry for lying to you, deceiving you, telling you I moved on and got over you when all I really did was bury my feelings for you deep inside.
I love you.
So much, not the point it hurts like it used to.
To the point I have to let you go.
I want you to be happy.
But at the same time, I need you, and I don't know why.
Overthinking to the point melancholy becomes you.
Living in sorrow and burying everything you feel deep inside.
Tears roll down from my eyes.
I'm sorry for loving you.
I'm sorry for lying to you.
I'm sorry for feeling guilty.
And I'm sorry for always being the apologetic one.
To my best friend ...
Joseph Miller Oct 2017
Tiny curls of ink
on page after page
covered in a notebook
locked in a drawer
the silent voice
offers release
for grand ideas
and beautiful dreams
swirling in my mind

words of pain and delight
of love and hate
never made it to my lips
trapped in muted darkness
they stick to the sheets
never to change
never to betray
feelings that went
screaming onto the page

no one  will ever know
what lay hidden inside
buried with me
the pages crumble
silent feelings
turn to dust
Rose Apr 27
It may not mean much to you
but it does to me
The late, quiet of this little street
Privacy like time becomes commodity
As lost as El Dorado
Harder to find than Atlantis
Hidden in the deep blue swirlin' sea
The solace in silence, bares the true and priceless treasure
Levi Nov 2018
You say before the moon last stood, that you understood. Take air down lungs to seek the life of one known.

Seen from a distance no greater than finger to thumb. No greater then eyes or ears.

I prefer the surface, with you.
I was hurt by someone close
Tears…so many tears after my best friend
died. I was 17. Light brown, coarse hair from my
puppy snuggled up to me each night. Crumbs
from many late-night dinners, coupled with
doing homework until the sun peaks
through the sleepy darkness.
My mom’s old white tennis shoes, falling
apart at the seams. Bobby pins.
Snoozed alarms. Text messages I didn’t want
to say goodnight to. Screams,
from that nightmare that felt all too real.
Tears…so many tears. The nightlight I kept
on ever since then. Books. Stories. Adventures.
Gatsby’s blind love. Harry finally defeating his demons.
The matching sock I didn’t have time to find. Dust.
Lots of dust. The phone call when her grandmother died.
My wandering mind dreaming of what the future might hold. Poems,
written and read. The dizzy night I told you
“stay,” and I let you have what you
wanted. Then you told me, “I’m not ready for
a girl like you.” Tears…so many tears.
My mother’s constant disapproval of
me, and my time spent
wasted in her hazel eyes.
Countless nights I wished you
laid with me under my cold lavender sheets.
Misplaced earring backings. Baby blue nail polish dripped.
Bittersweet dreams of a future with you. My puppy’s hidden
treats that he forgot once existed. Phantoms.  
Monsters. Phone calls and Facetime’s that felt like
a moment frozen, but lasted hours. That bright pink
Homecoming dress my mother said I looked
heavy in. Tears…so many tears. Darkness. Months later when you
came back, sleeping peacefully next to me. Forgiveness. Hope.
All the boys I thought were worth my time. Love.


It’s always been you.
Matt Sol Jan 20
A broken pendant
shallow in
the morning snow.
As it pales with
the touch of dawn,
the white dove flies
from mountaintops
as they cascade,
and they cascade.
Sarah Elaine Jan 2018
i take a deep breath
& choke on the dirt
of the garden bed
we built last wednesday

i guess i could say that
the past few years have been
a testament to the pain that
all human beings face

but my tongue hates
the texture of gravel
and i cringe when i see
the way you look at me
BJ Donovan Jun 6
The past is a minefield.
  Shredded relationships,
  Torn bleeding hearts
  full of bitter hate
  won't forgive the
  real or imagined.
MJL Mar 9
Stay focused on today
Don’t worry about the dirt
The fear
The pressure
That smothering feeling
The weight of it all
Above you
Around you
Unable to move
You won’t feel a thing
Fear of dying, fear of living.
Andrew Feb 2018
I come out of the oven
Joining a witch's coven
I am born
I must live
So forlorn
I must give
My heart and soul
For pieces of gold
Until I am buried
In the pieces I carry

I could tell by the smell
You were a bat out of hell
Using echolocation
To sense simple vibrations
Buried under my rib cage
You gave me hope
That I'd die of old age
And not on a rope

Good things come
Good things go
I look for the sun
Buried in snow
How have things gotten this low?
I convince myself I don't know
While I watch you disappearing
From people interfering
The pain is searing
And all I'm hearing

From the womb to the tomb
Buried in diminishing room
By the dark clouds that loom
They form a lightning storm
At first it feels warm
But then rain starts to gather
And Earth is flooded
So I'm pushed down the ladder
By the cold blooded
Until I can find no peace
Only grease
To keep moving faster
So I can be an outlaster
And laugh at the unmarked graves
Of those that made me feel shame

I was born with fire in my heart
It was a funeral pyre from the start
the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.

All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.

I decided to use a first person narrative, hoping it will be more intimate.
M Solav Sep 2018
There are clouds of sound and noise
That utter thoughts in a muffled voice,
Gestures of hands simply won’t cast out
Cloudy skies in days of doubt.

Like strangers lost in a crowd
Whose cries are buried by the loud,
The loud din of helpless wanderers
Whose presence disrupts and disturbs.

All strangers left on their own,
Islands floating out in the fog;
Orphans with cruel fates to bemoan;
Fates that are swept under the rug.

And who's looking with interest, who reaches down with an arm,
Never so eager to help, neither too late nor too soon?
Who would make this world perhaps a little more warm
And freshen the skies of our cloudy afternoon?
Written in December 2017.
Whittney May 2018
Fighting on the front lines
With red pens
For creativity,
For independent thought,
For common sense
Not Common Core

This is a battle in a bureaucratic war we’re losing
Keep pushing and shoving against an impenetrable wall
But we’re only foot soldiers, not actually giving orders

Kids look down on us and they ask,
“Will this be on the test?”
And say,
“Get out of my face.”

Taught by parent(s) to resist.
These are Kids who fail to create
But recite, recall, and retaliate

“Mistake” has become a forbidden word.

School is no longer a safe haven
Testing, testing, 1-2-3 hundred murdered students, teachers

Hanging by a thread and losing the grip a little more every day

Following the curriculum map to X marks the standardized test.

We dig and
                  Dig and
For the buried treasure trove of teaching magic. The legitimacy and respect our careers deserve. The money, the time, the love, the support.

But it’s buried under so much testing and red tape, and so    

We fail.
He walked the streets a begger
they buried him like a king
he played a six string guitar
he wore no golden ring

She had the voice of angels
survived a valley called death
then fearing no evil
she passed every test

They wrote the songs with sunsets
they walked the line together
they stood in a ring of fire
in love they burned forever
Tribute to Johnny Cash and June Carter
Rohan Press Oct 2018
requiem, black
ink, darkened pencil-
tips paint the air.

lethargy is a
green that defies

its darkened
palms (once open,
once layering you in

cold) gently remind:
we'll all ensconce
in ground.
you wore four layers today.

i have only one: but it opens up, unleashing my heart, every time you stop by.
SamanthaX Jun 11

Why I am
the way I am?
I would tell you
but I can’t

I’m  on the run
I’m a convicted  

If I told
my real name
They would
hunt you
down too

Tycoon of concrete roses
Call me the iconic Muse

God gave me
one look
Six days
I made this
for you

Day seven
we kicked
You showed
me seven
to make me
for the

Universal *******
for two

I’ll definitely
burn in Hell

Or spend real
time in a
prison cell

This is me
at my finest
drastic dramatic

Cameras flashing
get to dress
steal some
new shoes
got some TV

Get ready world
The Art of *****
act two


Played Russian
fully loaded
Pistol whip
Watching blood
really turns
me on

Why didn’t I
go on the run?

I like getting
for the bad
I’ve done

When I get
One hand on
the bible
one hand on
my heart

Judge asking
if I’m ashamed
of the crimes
I did commit

Asks why
such a nice
did it
to begin

My sweet
sharp like
a whip
no lies

“why the hell not?
only heaven knows
why I lit that
fire up
and the sins
I’ve committed
lying in bed
with a god”

Judge looks at
the guard  
he gives a
small nod

“release this
take off  
her cuffs”

“can you put
back on?
I like it
the cops
me up
Slap me around
I ain’t never
gonna talk”

In the court
I lit
***** up


Oh Lord
why didn’t you
buy me that
Mercedes benzs?

I had to call up
the Devil
Got the keys
to his
Lexus instead

Tried to give
my soul
but he’s to
to own that

Said I’m going
to have to      
learn to do
as I’m told
God told him
to say that

Said to find
me a few
rich men
Learn to use
my words
to entice them

I’ll be their
1970s *******    
centre fold
Living on a
is the only
I’ll ever
be owned

I’ll spend
the rest of
my days
in a haze
of old
lovers perfume

Waiting for you

Staring in
two way
that vintage
that drove me
to insanity


Why was I
to question
your natural

Questions I ask
can cause

My Tsunami
of tears
would make
your heart

I knew one day
I would ask you
to leave when
I want you to

I gave you
free will

So go or stay

Board up
my door
Nail it
all down
Take shelter
in the
Flood gates
breaking down

Digging a moat
so my heart
won’t drown
I can’t afford
another perfect

Now I watch
gentle summer
kiss my
window pane

Praying for
the day
you come back
and kiss
my pain


Why am I
still living
in layers
of heaven
so deep?

In layers
of you
layers of

Layers of
could of
Mostly I stay
in layers
of hell

Layers of
what I want
to be

Still so
in you so
Last call at
the bar
I’m in so
I’m taking
shots of
the sea

I’m sinking
I’m drinking
Got ran out
for making
this place a
dry town

Try to find
with whatever    
carries me

This bed feels
only because
I’m praying
I’m saying
“oh god don’t stop.”

the right
I’m saying
your name


Why I know
the day
I die
They’ll make
that day
a holiday

The world forever
will remember
my name

A Holy Saint
A Goddess reincarnated
A daughter of Titans

I’m all grown up
now I’m claiming
my birth right

The world
in my palm
this time
only I
own my hand

Make my grave
a national museum

Babe if I never
do see you
I want to say
thank you
From the moment
you walked in
you saved me
from sin

Let me call you my

Remember where
you were
I asked if
it’s true

When you said
yes babe
I really do
love you

Where did you
read the
first words
I sent

Remember when
I said
Sorry babe
I gotta go
I’m making my
life a living
work of
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