"comimg" poems
think about a dog that gets beaten with a stick
everyday, for quite some time.
think about the way it feels,
to have someone who cared
show how much they don't.
think about the way dog changes in time (cause it does)
think about the fear brewing in it
and the trust that will no longer exist.
it's been a while now, dog is in a new home, cared for and loved.
think about dog seeing a stick again
think about it's reaction
the pain, the fear -it's all comimg back now
think about it
how do you think it'll react?
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew.
Summer heat comimg down to Haight street.
Black leather. Huey P.
***** South..coming round.
The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta
Power to the people wattstacks.. love generations birthday.
Coast to coast conflagration.
Burn baby.
The Hearst chronicles
Apollo flew from the Cape.
Kennedy casket draped for
a procession.
Economic depression.......
Tick. Tick Tick.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
I've been around long enough to know
That a good man's word ain't as good as gold,
No matter what he says;
But there are exceptions.
I'm not one.
Well I've been waiting for while on a comeback line,
Avoiding the sting of a bottle of rye.
Come on,
Whatd'ya say?
Let's put the blues away.
Cause when your out of heart,
You need some hope to start
To learn to love again.
You need someone to step out on faith,
No matter what you've done;
To be given a chance
To live at last.
The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let it be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.
This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.
This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.
This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.
I've been around a block or a few,
And I've learned of little things that a man can do
To get out of himself.
Some maybe perfect,
But I'm not one.
I've been thinking bout getting on time,
Getting in step with the pretty eyes,
Come on,
Whatd'ya say,
And you can have your way.
I surrender to you tonight,
I give myself to your loving light.
I'm yours to love again.
I need you to take a leap of faith
No matter what we've gone.
Let's give ourselves a chance
To live at last.
The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let us be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.
This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.
This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.
This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.
Can't you see the future now?
I can.
I can see the meadow beyond this fence
That I built on mistakes,
And we went wrong ever since.
But that was then,
And this is now.
Love is how.
The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let love be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like your pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.
This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.
This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.
This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
Its not knowing whats comimg next
That’s the scariest part
To be completely unaware
Of what might happen next
But don’t think
Why should it matter what happens next
It will pass eventually
Youll get through
Just Keep your head down
Don’t ask questions
That takes time
We don’t have time
We need to get to tomorrow already
The days need to pass faster
But why?
Why do we push and push for the end of the week
Only to start another one
But hey
Try to escape from all the mess
Just once in a while
get away
your crazy mind needs a break
So just leave
Exit
And join another world
Just for a little while
Breathe
Then come back and worry about the little things that we stress
And stress
And stress over
Oh and its ok
The unknown is ok
It makes life scary
Sometimes life is scary
And that’s ok
Its ok
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
The smell of a womans freshly washed hair
When a woman leans back knowing you are there
The scent of perfume on her neck
When she has dressed to go out but has dressed only for you
When she cries and smiles at the same time
Hugs you and melts into you
When you watch her sleep and pray to a god you don't believe in that she wakes tomorrow
When she touches you in a crowd as though you are the only two people in the universe
When all you imagine all day is comimg home to them as much as they do you
Feeling bad because you said something you didn't mean because you both had a bad day
Wishing you were somewhere else
All these little things
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Not a poem
I put up a post entitled
"my poetry is dying"
I deleted it
I think some of you
thought I am going to leave
Not at all!
I simply don't have as much
time to dedicate to the site
due to caring
for my very elderly parents
I wish you all to know that
I will be on Hello Poetry
God willing
for as long as I can
hold a pen!
I was just discouraged by
all the distraction comimg at me
which was preventing me from
getting on site and reading
to support my fellow poets
God bless you all!
I will read when I can!
♥
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Sugar tips, ain't your heart sweet enough.
Biting and bruising in between sheets, no need to be playing it rough.
Your words are of unspoke,
Gripping on your breath I stole from your lips. The essence of your throat.
Kiss as long as we may,
Stealing the words from your mouth you wish to say.
Between foreign lips to my tongue,
I pray not for your bite back doing my own lip harm.
At the ease of embrace,
Pulling closer to feel textures of her beauty's face.
Lips comimg close to be of one,
Tasting of your taste in my mouth, before reaching your tongue.
We fell into a kiss.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC