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Pea Jun 2014
I found a lamp, a broken lamp,
keeps shining despite broken.
A magic lamp from a magic land,
Genie's home, o, sweet home.
Three wishes won't ever do,
three wishes crawling from
you;
Seems broken, o, yeah, it's
a broken lamp, a broken lamp from a broken land,
keeps shining despite broken.

Say your three wishes already,
says Genie.
I am writing a poetry, I whisper quietly.
What do you wish it would be? asks Genie, gently.
Ssshhh, you are bothering me, Genie.
Genie was bothering me
so I leave, I leave like the autumn leaves
drift by the window.
I leave like a sunset on a rainy day ---

Never say goodbye
to a broken lamp, a broken lamp from a broken land,
keeps shining despite broken.
I am sorry, Genie.
Mike T Minehan Jan 2015
No, no, I haven’t been doing this myself,
but I live in Cambodia,
and 2 guys and a girl were deported recently
for riding around on a motorbike in the ****
in broad daylight. Actually, you see,
naively or deliberately,
they rode right past a police station.
Now that must have been a sight for sore eyes.
So the police set out in hot pursuit,
rubbing their sore eyes, or whatever they rub,
maybe their truncheons, eh?
And when the perps were pulled over,
the cops didn’t fall about with hilarity
when these riders said quite calmly
that they were going to pick up their laundry.
Truly! They were backpackers! As if that explained it.
But publicly, the cops said nope,
these perps are obscene to be seen like this
and they violate Khmer customs and culture.
The cops even took pictures of this outrageous obscenity.
Indeed. The riders' rapture of being bare assed
and naked and **** free is not for Cambodia.
Certainly not at this juncture.
So their capture resulted in them being deported,
never to show hide nor hair in the country again.
Just goes to show...
But you can get away with ****** here,
particularly shooting union leaders or critics or protestors,
or you can throw a grenade into the opposition,
and **** a few right there. Those killers go free.
It's probably dangerous to speak openly,
but I don't think these guys read poetry.
They're probably busy oiling their artillery,
and even rocket launchers, as the PM
threatened to use against the opposition recently.
Seriously.
They're on the lookout for dissenters here.
Oh yes. And bare *****. Obviously.
So watch you **** in Cambodia,
especially if it's bare on a bike.
And ssshhh! Watch out for your mouth.
You need to cover your mouth up properly, too.

Mike T Minehan
Jaimee Michelle Jun 2013
Daddy, where'd you go?
I can't find you
Haven't we played hide n seek long enough?
I need my dad
I don't think these games are so much fun anymore

Daddy,
What did I do?
Why do you look at me with eyes full of disappointment?
The words you speak are so angry, so violent
You make me feel so small.... I want to go hide again

Daddy,
Why did you hurt mommy?
How could you let me see that side of you?
Is it because, she's better than you?
Did you get mad that you couldn't just love unconditionally?
Are you still playing hide n seek with your dad?
You broke my heart that day daddy
That's the day you stopped being my daddy

Dad,
How is it you can't say sorry, and really wish you hadn't hurt me so?
When you hear me pour out my heart to you, tears flooding my face
Eyes burning red, and hardly able to catch my breath
You remain cold, silent unchanged
You're sorry
Lets never forget that... That you're sorry I feel this way
You're sorry I want you to explain why you hurt mommy?
And why you've never looked at me with pride in your eyes?

Dad,
You're so clueless to the damage you have done
A little girl needs her father
He's supposed to show her how a man is supposed to treat her like a princess
But, that was impossible, for you are the monster that guards the castle
You taught me things
You taught me love hurts
Love leaves
Love bleeds
And that the word love can mean nothing, even though its such a powerful word

Dad,
That was years ago
But, I carried around what I saw, what I heard and the feeling of your breath on my face when I displeased you
I grew up backwards
I thought craziness, pain and drama was the norm
As much as I despised you
As much as I hated even saying the word "dad"
If there was anyone around that was remotely like you
Anyone who yelled, pushed, threatened or verbally beat me so low I could barely stand
I let them in my life and said "oh I'm finally in love"

Father,
Don't get confused
Don't get my words twisted
This is far from all your fault
I stayed in the relationships that caused me extreme amounts of heartache
My mistakes in life will always be mine
But, if you dare try and say your hands clean, I may show you another thing or two I learned from you "daddy"
The corner was the safest place until I finally got away
And clung to mommy to save me from the bad man
She became mom and dad
She filled your shoes way better than you ever could
Are you still sorry I feel that way?

Father,
This has gone on too long
Chasing acceptance and love from a man who didn't get it himself,
So how could he give it back right?
No. But, that's what you say to help you sleep at night
My hatred and anger towards you consumed me for many of my years
Everything lead back to, why doesn't he love me?
Why doesn't he want me?
Mom, what did I do wrong?
These were answers she didn't have answers for
So she just loved me more to try and make the void you created go away

Biological father,
Many things have changed over the years
I'm cracked, but no longer broken by the words you said, or couldn't say
I don't care about that look of disappointment in your eyes
Trust me, my disappointment for you is much stronger and much more powerful than the "standards" of yours I didn't fulfill
I haven't seen you in so long
I don't think I can remember the last time we spoke
Most of the time, I can't seem to fill in time when I've thought of you
You don't deserve my time
You aren't worth my words
And you'll never understand what I think
My life is a mystery to you

Daddy,
I will leave this world the same way I came in it to you
A person crying with wide eyes
Wide curious eyes that never really saw you
A person with no words that you'd understand
Someone who simply just needed you to show up
To say "I love you"
But, I suppose even adults can't say things they don't understand

Daddy,
It's round two of hide n seek
I'm going to hide first this time
I'll hide for a minute
Then I'll quietly get up and slip away
You'll never be the wiser
You'll wonder how I got so good at this game
Well, don't you know what a great teacher I had?
The further I go, the clearer the skies get
The breeze is warm and inviting, the house I walk into has the door open, in fact, it's always been open
Eventually, you'll realize I'm not hiding, I left you without saying goodbye
Your eyes will fill with disappointment and your voice will shake with anger because, it's the only emotion you know how to express
My blank stare won't make it better
Taunting in a way
You'll open your mouth to really let me know how I am
But, ssshhh daddy
It's ok
I'm sorry you feel that way
TB Feb 2013
I left Florida for the weather.

Where summer pulses stagnant heat,
to the rhythm of waves crashing.
Today feels like yesterday,
feels like last year,
reminds me of that time five years ago
when thunder seduced my soul.

Ssshhh.
That's death rising from swollen swamps,
listening for the sound of prolonged blinkers.
Jurassic eyes ogle leather flesh,
cracked,
salty,
alien.

I moved north for a fight.

I jumped in the ring with scholars,
pennies clamoring in sidewalk cups,
applause.

A crooked nose now leads the way,
shadows take root beneath youthful,
sun-kissed pools of blue.
I'm still spinning.

I left Atlanta for the people.
Well, just one really.
The girl whose soul once kissed thunder in the rain,
and can't quit chasing storms
until they touch again.
V C Vaughn Nov 2019
SHH
Can you hear it
Come closer
SHH
Listen do you hear it now.
Come closer
SHH
Can you hear it now
My heart is beating your name
SHH
Can you hear it skipping beats
that's what you do to me
SHH
The closer you are the louder and faster
the beats
SHH
Can you hear it
Look at me
with those crisp blue eyes
Kiss me
from
lip
throat
to
thighs
Work your way from bottom up
Smother me in kisses til I
Oooohhhh...
Shut
up!
The water's blue
The sand's brown
As long as I'm with you
I won't feel down

The waves says, ssshhh!
I thought you'd stay
The wind blows, wooosh!
The end of my day
Mercy B Apr 2013
Please tell me  Little Girl Lost, why is it that you can 't stop from sobbing.

   Her mind flashes to a memory of a whisper, " Ssshhh I wanna teach you a new game."


Like a feind he craves the innocence in her  that all along he dreams of robbing.

            All because of HIM,  Little Girl Lost despite how she may try , she  just will never be the same.

He knew how to play them and exactly what he should say in order to gain all  their trust.

  He had to use his many charms in this deception to be sure in the room down the hall he would stay.


He demanded from her complete silence, for this game being secret was a must.

      Continually defying his ill-gotten comfort with each new game poor Little Girl Lost he made  play.

      Five years have come to pass before any relief from the torture she endured, at last it was  finally done.

He vanished from sight a haunting left behind  gone much quicker than when he first came.

         Fresh was the warning that gripped her with fear , " Do not speak a word or others will  come join in my fun."

Pieces of her soul that were stolen are forever gone, lost in time, its true that Little Girl Lost's not the same.
Jill Tait Sep 2020
She heard the worrying wind whistle outside as her tiny toes tip toed to be by her Mums side.. clutched under her left arm was her Tatty teddy bear but she had to take Tatty coz he went everywhere..the hallway was huge in her new country house as she scuttled her way like a little field mouse..and betwixt the shadows from that darkness of doom, she pushed open the white door of her parents bedroom..

She climbed onto the big bed on her Mummy’s side and teardrops were dripping  as she whimped and cried..but Mummy said “Ssshhh little one everything is alright” so she tucked herself under the covers and cuddled in tight..and still as she lay she could hear that wind howl with clatters and bangs and the hoot of an Owl..but now she was with her Mummy she didn’t care.. it could rain cats and dogs yet she wouldn’t care..She had Tatty tucked well under her arm and now that Mummy was near they were all cosy and warm..So within seconds her weary head succumbed to her sleep when she fell and she tumbled amidst a dreamland so deep...
Fish The Pig Jun 2014
"ssshhh
it's okay,
you don't have to cry anymore.
I can make it better.
trust me-
no no don't doubt yourself,
everything can be okay,
it will be okay.
trust me.
I can make it better.
I can end your pain."

with each passing day
the steel blade talks to me,
and with each passing day
I begin to believe it.
evelyn augusto Nov 2017
(For Michael and Cornellia)


The postcard he would never send

found its way into the child’s sand pail

after he had carefully selected it

from a rack in the souvenir shop

cautiously carrying it tucked inside

the folds of his red, white and

blue striped towel to the seaside.

Then he penned the words:

Wish you were here…

on its field of white,

scratching  a black “x”  

where her body might lie

alongside his body  

in the perfectly coiffed sand—

in the picturesque seascape

on the face of the charming,

little card...when  a hot wind,  

filled with love’s urgency,  came

over  the water ( it would not wait)

and up onto the beach

as if  to herald his message to her.

The postcard lifted up like a kite

swirled past a sour, snoring

centenarian,   beyond a  father

and son—  oyster rakes in hand

despite the spelling of the month--

then alighted in the lovely  lap

of  a small ginger-haired girl who

looked curiously up after squinting

hard  at the card and at its letters...

sounding out the “www” and “ssshhh”.  

She pressed the invitation to her lips

and would forever search for  its sender.
whisper, ssshhh
don't let them hear you
we have to be quite
don't make a sound
if they hear you
then you won't make a sound again
Warren Mar 2019
Hush,
Listen,
Can you hear,
That purest echo was a mother’s tear,
Ssshhh,
Wait,
Feel the air that swirled,
A tiny soul has left this world.

wM
Abhishek kumar Dec 2020
: ssshhh
  Keep quiet


:  Let me hear
  What silences have to say
David Hilburn Aug 2019
Colloquial
Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...

Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...

Ssshhh
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?

Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"

Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?

About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...

Tantrum's
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?

Done.
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...
For us to thank you at the door, was a little more than else, could...
Ashana Jun 2019
Often I wake up to wonder
From the disturbed patterns of the short slumber
The question thudding a zillion times
Oh life why are you so sublime

Gush of emotions narrowing down to tears
Rolling down to my cheeks helping me overcome my fears
The remaining hours of ordeal I wonder to myself
A voice murmurs ssshhh go unlock the secret shelves

Pushing myself to rise
After all the cries
To only realise
Oh life why are you so wise

Each part of me runs feeble
Weak emotions pricking like a needle
From blurry stars in the night
From unseen wounded scars after each fight


From motivational talks to videos to quotes
From scribbling down secret notes
From becoming blinded
From scrolling back to the candid

From crying myself to sleep
From looking for hidden places to weep
Each morning evening and night
It has been the same battle that I fight.
Her Jul 2019
ssshhh
it’s a secret

i feel like nothing i think is private
nothing i feel is free from scrutiny

sometimes i fantasize
about this man
he is beautiful, rugged, sensitive
he has these eyes that i feel i tumble into
we don’t need to say much to love each other
i think of his strong arms around me

then, i wake up
this could never be me
no way

and i sad myself to sleep
i wish everything was better

— The End —