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 Nov 2013 October
Ottar
For a time I disliked change,
For a change I disliked time,
For a time, change disliked I,

We fear what we don't understand,
Ask those in power,
We fear they don't understand,
Abuse of power.

Goodnight, I will be up past midnight
jot a few words down, in the dim light,
hoping the ideas are light and bright,
in a story where time stands still until...

a son is found by his mother,
they are reunited with a sister and brother,
a daughter and son, and together,
they look for their father, husband and king,
while they save the known world, from disastrous
calamity...
don't believe it,
that is why, they call it fantasy...adventure

PSA   Public Service Announcement  PSA
oh remember to set your clocks back this weekend,
and that will give me an extra hour of time
for typing, while you all do what you do when
you stay up late and sleep in, too.  


Time for a change
 Nov 2013 October
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Something Real
 Nov 2013 October
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I need a dose of love
No cheap ****
I need the real stuff
Got expensive taste
Hoping you can pay
For a heart like mine
I'm worth too much
I need a true kind
Of fuel to keep me alive
I don't trust tainted words
I only believe in real hearts
No, keep your hands off
I am not a cheap ticket
I don't strut my stuff
For a lover until I feel like it
If I feel like you appreciate
Me as well as my heart
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Nov 2013 October
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**** start to the month
But then my poem trends.
© Natali Veronica 2013.

Thanks for cheering me up. 10w.
Couldn't have been better timing.

ILY.
 Nov 2013 October
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Night Knows
 Nov 2013 October
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The night* knows my secrets.
The night knows my past.
The night knows my memories.
The night knows my dreams.

The night* knows me too well,
almost better than I know myself.

The night has witnessed my lows,
all the tears, all my inner fears.

The night has seen me collapse,
more than a thousand times.

Relapse, smile, repeat.

That's become a routine.

Smile, cry, sleep.

It helps, but only so much.

No one sees my emotions collide,
except the oh so peaceful night.

Smiling is painful at times,
which is why I adore the night,
the cold breeze putting me at ease,
until my tears are dried up and I fall asleep.

Looking at those stars in the sky,
how they shine ever so bright
,
they have become a comfort,
*along with the beautiful night.
© Natali Veronica 2013.

Yet another poetic vent. Enjoy!
 Nov 2013 October
Helen
She looks at me as if I hung
the moon
the stars
the planets that live so far
from where we stand,
inside the forest
She looks at me but doesn’t see,
My beauty,
My poetry,
My hunters stance, with bow in hand
ready to shoot, unlikely to revel
in a one sided, less egotistical romance

I hold in my palm her beating heart
which was pure until the day my gaze
was riveted upon her face and she fell
deep into a whirling maze of disdain
Beauty such as mine is sublime but
her heart is nothing to me, I hunt
to watch it fall to the earth and gather dust
She may pick up any piece that may remain
while I step over it with my next footfall
not leaving anything left to gain

Retribution catches me on a stormy night
following a trail of broken hearts and guided
by my gloriously shining light.
Tip toeing over less than fortunate souls
that gave their love to me,
and let me throw them away
just so they could bask finitely in my beauty

Nemesis, I see you there, by the edge of the lake
Come forward, and I will love you
with all my heart has room for, and I will give
as good as I take.


As I stand at the edge, I look back
upon the ground
and see the trail of ****** offerings
that my love has taken and drunk from
and the lives that I thought I had awakened
but I actually put to sleep while I dropped
what I did not bother to keep.

Then my gaze is caught, enraptured
by the silken caress of water lapping
at the face that stares back at me.
It hangs the moon, and the stars
and shows me planets that are afar
I can not look away from all the joys
it shows to me.
*I’m drowning in ecstasy
http://biffno.deviantart.com/art/Narcissus-161973745

http://hellopoetry.com/-helen/
 Nov 2013 October
Zack Phillips
Full
 Nov 2013 October
Zack Phillips
Headaches, again
Time for another desperate attempt to suppress the need
Block out the noise, drink more water
You are full.

Itching, under my skin
One piece won’t hurt, right?
One leads to many, drink more water
You are content

Jitters, distracted
The sweet aromas surround me, as if they can satisfy
Then I hear the soft grumble, drink more water
You are determined

Smoke, filling my mind
Replacing all that’s been lost in this fight
Another cigarette, drink more *****
You are forgetting

Concentrate, use your tongue
Pleasing him has become more important than bread
A little longer, drink more water
You are empty

Bliss, almost free
I feel like a kite that’s been let loose on a windy day
Eat everything in sight, drink a coke!
You are guilty

Shameful, but act happy
Holding his hand, no thanks, I ate already
Change the topic, drink more water
You are hiding

Pressure, stubborn
He knows my lies, pushing some carrots my way
Chew nervously, drink more water
You are weary

Laughing, releasing
No dessert in this world could compare to how he makes me feel
Bring me closer, drink me in
I am full.
Full credit for this poem goes to my girlfriend, Dana. Hopefully I can entice her to write more!
 Nov 2013 October
Sir Clash
My Rain
 Nov 2013 October
Sir Clash
When I think about our relationship, in the grand scheme of things. Is it defined by the protestations of love? The exchanging of rings? Or is it the honest expectations of our hearts, the ache we feel while we are apart? Our hearts are bound together in some wonderful way, no need for words, or a ballad to say. I am not going to spout our differences, but simply state there is a consensus. Our love was ordained from the very beginning. I will be yours, and there will be no regretting. Although all love requires maintaining, part of me will always be here remaining. God designed you to be my Rain, he allowed me to be your man. And my life will never be the same. It was all a part of his plan. I feel so lucky that we got to meet, I never knew a girl so sweet. The kind that will hold me when I'm down, and cry with me when I can't make a sound. That will sigh once safe within my arms, And feel that she is safe from harm. My girl is cute and funny to me. I love her intelligence and her vocabulary. I wish she could see her as I do, and love the girl and the woman too. Her cares and wants are my dream to meet. With her pleasure comes mine too, no easy feat. Her every inch a work of art, I love this girl with all my heart. And someday hope you to be my bride, You will never again be pushed aside. But this seeming dream is not a hoax, I really do love your charm and our little jokes. I can be so comfortable around you, because I know you reciprocate my love and my affection too. I have found a reason for all that I do. And the reason is you. I want you, I need you and I will always love you....
 Nov 2013 October
Claude McKay
I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face
Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
You're fair and I am dark.
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