Blake Jul 27
Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more
Burdened by that shameful crest
Who yielded from the corps

The spy for two sides
With two separate cause
And even now he is uncertain
Who’s spy he really was

He wished they’d heed
To what he feared
But none so deaf
As men who won’t hear

Shut upon himself
Sowing not upon harm
Though for simple whiles
For lost kisses and smiles
He layed his weapon to arms

Though never to learn
Their power burned
Forgetting the peace he brung
Be thy sleep
Calm and deep
Such weight on a mind so young

Innocent hands
Spread like disease
Though the resting land
Was put at ease

Tragedy not heard
With each bellow and wail
Though through this sight
Peace did prevail

And with this night
His strife began
No longer a child
Though no longer a man
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Not once upon a time but now
among most innocent ones,
an Arabian voice is buried
in the thick wall of bricks
furnished with glory,
floating in the oasis of money.

Yet, when it switches to it's origin
then maybe is a poor Arab speaking.
Still the rest of the world
                                 can forget the oil
                           it's no sad story anymore
the sand beneath his feet shines
                                 brighter than the gold!
jerrey Jul 28
This is a man
no other has yet seen.
I want to keep him forever
but he’s not mine to keep.

His face is new and young;
what an angel I have found.
This man is with no sin.
His feet have never touched the ground.

I won’t let him go
now that he’s seen me with those eyes
and now when I look deeper,
I can see that they are mine.

His cries are sweet and soft
like his heartbeats in his rest.
I feel his gentle skin stroke my own
as I hold him against my breast.

I love him with all my body;
my heart and chest, they ache.
He gives me warmth and heat
that I refuse to let them take.

This is a human,
a human I have sold.
He should be mine forever,
but now I’m freezing cold.
I hope you can tell what this is about with me explaining but some people say I write obscurely. Also, I’m trying this new thing in poetry: punctuation! I’ve never liked using it before in poetry but now I’m kind of liking it.
Lea Dahlke Jul 26
“Escape”

To the refugees living in chaos in Aleppo, Syria.

One two three
A refugee has to flee

The walls rattle
Like a toddler shaking their new toy
There is no earthquake today.

The bomb intrudes through the front door
Like an unwanted houseguest
It is cooking up human flesh

The front yard is a battlefield
A child is playing tag,
Except gunshots are chasing him
What happens when he is it?

He no longer flinches to the missile
It has become his alarm clock
Shells follow the rapid rhythm of rain
A little girl dies in vain

Why does pain target the innocent?

The crumbled house seeps through their fingers,
A domino has fallen by another
The pink teddy bear
Marks the grave of their own

A drone thinking it was just a video game.

The emptiness hosts terror
in the two bedroom apartment that once stood.

A thin layer of ash protects the bodies
There is no escape
Piyush Gahlot Jul 27
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that loose hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
Damn I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
Damn I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That Stupid nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
Damn I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your stupid buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
Damn I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back ,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space ,
The fault is my own
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
I miss every cell of her body,
every second I spent with her,
every piece of memory,
Every bite I had with her.
I fucking miss the whole of her.
once again,
the night owns us
when we feel so little
where dark is up
and desire wins us
we lay on the grass
alone with the thoughts
whenever orion greets us
and melkor tries to steal us

2018
For Max

O cruel, drunken soul, darling tigress,
Come to my heart, you lethargic beast!
I long for my trembling hands to caress
Your thick and glossy fleece.

In your petticoats filled with your scent
To bury my poor, aching head,
Inhaling your flowery fragrance;
The sweetness of love now dead.

I wish to sleep, to dream perchance
As sweetly as death’s embrace,
Without remorse, my tongue will dance
On your coppery body and face.

To bury my sobbing for hours
Nothing equals your bed’s abyss,
On your lips lies oblivion’s power
And Lethe flows in your kiss.

Like one resigned to meet his end,
I’ll face my fate delighted;
Docile martyr, innocent condemned,
Whose fervour with pain is ignited.

I shall suck, to drown my malice,  
With nepenthe and hemlock blessed;
Placing my lips upon the chalice
Of your pointed, heartless breast.
GreenTrees Mar 2017
She set fires in the most curious places.
The glow reflecting upon innocent faces.

In the soot and ash she left tiny traces.
The fire consumed all the hidden spaces.

And after the fire comes the mist
and that's when you fall in love with an Arsonist.


© Karl V. (2017)
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