"wanters" poems
So there I stand
With the worshipers
The believers
The wanters
So there I stand
Moving my lips
Putting on a show
For all those watching
So there I stand
Faking it
Not believing
Yet, empty inside
So there I stand
Watching the others
Those lying to themselves
I wish I could set them all free
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
She glows red inside.
Until the mountain's roar begins.
The trees tremble beneath her sighs,
knowing the tide will soon rise
within her belly.
The core of all ideas of sin
subsisting only by whats within;
yet the cralwers and the stompers
the choppers and the bleeeders
the wanters the criers
the screamers and the needers
have the plastic vision
they make the skilless incision
into our lives
with old blunt knives.
Shes going to blow eventually
theres no stopping whats beneath
it will all melt suddenly.
It rumbles and it stores
waiting no more
no more
let it outpour
downpour
now
bow
down
to
her.
Anger.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am queen of moon
Decider of darker nights
Defender of fireflys in the moonlight
Fighter of wrong and right
He is ruler of fire and ice
Warmer of frozen nights
Giver of precise
Cooling the fire
But only if need be
Just enough to let her see
Watchers of moon, night, fire, ice
Manifesting in words
Triumphing in intellect
Wanters of the next
Without the moon there is still night
With no fire no need for ice
Together there is balance
Combination of galaxies
Creating moon
To live in night
Making fire
To melt ice
In the all arround
Whispers are in the air
Quiet words of precise
Humming whats wrong and right
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyright 2017
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
Sometimes feeling
Like a flower unfolding
Open to any passing bee
Overcaring and all giving of pollen
Of any wanting or for wanters flying by
I avail myself
Until I am tired and empty
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC