azuresky96
2020-05-26 07:30 pm
The sun begins to set in the horizon I muster up the courage to walk like royalty With a few hours of rest, I think I am ready. Heart beats fast, hands are sweaty My brain feels like a time bomb. How do you get ready when you're not ready at all? Standing like a scarecrow I'm the one getting scared Why did you have to choose me? I just want to curl up or even flee. No one else seems to relate I must survive this time. As I leave, the moon begins its work. That's it for today. Tomorrow calls for another chance.
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Regnam
2020-01-05 03:16 am
Winter seemed to never end, I was standing in the rain. What is dead will rise again, to be lost to another raw cycle. We were dreamt up bare in the frigid cold, with only tears to shed. We were pale bodied lips tinted red, patiently standing by for seasons end.
Mary Steffen
2019-07-27 03:17 pm
summer rains growth within the world remember
The Sophist
2019-04-26 09:51 pm
Serendipity Crystals oscillate But do they know my fate? Mistle over Berry Boys Enjoying only tasting plates Employment? Great Drain my juice all day Crystal, let us both rejoice Mimosas mixed with more mimosas? Greater What do crystals know of taste or choice?
poetessdarkly
2018-11-05 01:27 am
Fruitful sword lily ablush Nestled in gardens lush Pigments triumph aplenty Resilient verdant sentry Colossal erectile shoots Ingrain deep abyssal roots Precious tis platinum spun Abreast a rising sun Glorious tis a supple reign Aubade a beauteous refrain Vibrant a gladiolus plant Borne on Gaia’s decant Traverse archaic path Helios waning wrath Shadows await dusk Absconding obligant musk
Gord
2018-11-01 06:54 pm
Reading of lives I enjoy deceit, My letter bold, italic and neat: "Please hear me, Greek, leek, I sometimes write nonsense, Lest hope you would hear it." Leading my lines, Foreseeing poetically, Receiving a liar guilty. He says: "For stanzas today, teacher, I stand like bread features, My brother filet beside me." For once he doesn't lie, Looks for the sky, sees ceiling. Nothing aground marks his feeling, Seeing the concrete, He remarks of life: "To tryst so wildly, again, Would Vivaldi paint so vividly? Probably, and with champagne, because his name has dignity." So seeing his window, He thinks of rain.
Gord
2018-10-16 06:37 pm
Imagine your achievements dreamed, To swim upstream, one's valor full, Salmon like calendar, won tomorrow. River colander rusted and massive, Is this my love, and forever after, To be strained by dirty captives? I magic your feelings careening, To sink a damn, one's cup too full. Salt mounds like ashen piles, Too often borrowed by a saline cult. Maybe my faults found by asking, To speak upfront, one never knows, Maybe fault-lines, foundations cracking. To be a tan, army man, evil being, May be taught lies fundamentally ethic, Baby breaking, tied to shouting rhetoric.
Gord
2018-10-10 01:06 pm
Soon, my rooftops ventures velour, While his felt cap. So my life could be but parkour, Hostile to this running man, Denying his own strategy. Assume my caricature ugly, Underlying themes, nothingness, Prion disease and brain eating. I scream, away, shoo Like strained water, drained, Boon by foolish penmanship true. Dry humor, dishes in an apartment, States his wishes, his way were apt, One could have but half, contrite, In manacles, retarded and live happy. Perhaps education provides a tragedy, In return, for pardon of inadequacy. So, I too tiptoe guarded garrisons, My bliss beheld past, Soon their life could be of boars. Therefore course I lick, Stamps compelled to stick, What am I? A Saliva Lich? On course to death? Rich. I would embrace the quick, Lest this lifetime of fists.
The Sophist
2018-07-27 09:32 am
First there is clay No meaning to a name Strangers will pray Friends prey on their loved ones Some things will change Some feelings can last days Some people say Sometimes it's the rainfall Feet upon the asphalt Back making friends Now who gives their own heart? Hatred instead
Okileng
2018-07-22 10:04 pm
HI……… It’s about a half past midnight The time I always get my brain thinking of you Actually i don’t know if I just get my head thinking of you or you get in my head for me to think of you Six years down this hard life there is not a day I haven’t done that Its routinal it has to happen I hate you for hating me that much I know we all drowned but we didn’t die The silence gets louder and I am forced to think you’re not part of me any more But is that real Are the vows broken that easily The bonds we built every other time our lips touched Are they shattered that easily I don’t hate that you found love again Actually I too tried to find some one Though it didn’t just work out But I hate the way you keep silent on me Give a hi a day u don’t know how high that would lift me a day So if you loved me as u said u did some time Can you please share a second of your time with me a day Just to be sure we wish merry for each other Though it didn’t work between us GOODWINZ TIMOTHY
The Sophist
2018-03-26 08:06 pm
Sheep are brainwashed fools Blind to truth within the truth Put jade coloured glasses on Undistort the view Saw it in your neighbourhood? Call in to the news Heard your neighbours arguing? Call in for the troops Acting as we're wise and old Ladies on the stoop Nag and nag and nag some more Until all is good Sheep are awful neighbours Imagine if you would To baa and baa and then Be still misunderstood
Verbalised
2018-03-17 05:19 pm
I awake Still tired Drained by hollow ambition Of late I'm uninspired I seek transition Longing to create To be great But instead I wait for tomorrow But it never comes So I follow tradition With a bitter admiration I take comfort sharing Giving, caring For those who just take To let them feel great I carry this weight In my thoughts And my dreams Until I awake
Avreen
2017-07-07 06:24 am
I sat under the tree glancing nearby, hoping to find someone who could see me cry. Dreaming about a happier place, I stood up and walked speeding up my pace. I saw a girl sitting on the green bench looking as if trying to hide, Just like me maybe no one was there by her side; and with loneliness surrounding and head down she suddenly looked up gazing around. Seeing her face, I turned back in trauma and saw something which I could never forget "Why do you look back? This agony and pain ruined my life Its about that rain of acid which turned my cheerful life into a life so vapid". With tears all gone, I held her head high "there is no need for you to cry." You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I am not lying because I totally mean. All punishments for the guilty are too small, it is now time for him to fall. I then realized that in this world of misery and sadness, there is a lot to see Even the acid victims have the right to live just as a common girl like me.
Gord
2017-05-04 12:00 am
Mired in consolation, Known second placer, For now it rains, But weather tapers. Our time forever, Yet never lasting, The rain pours on, The reverb ashen. Three more passage, The sun fades, The moon asks it: How about a trade, Your fools, my athletes? The sun contemplates: What is life but a laugh, And rises from ashes.
Gord
2017-03-22 12:00 am
Sitting on the curb, I see nothing, Fondling opportunity, So I say nothing. The rainbow melancholy Probably of nobody, Probability muddied, Elite in discussion. Procession of remedy, Salve of urine, Bandage of gold, Who heals a beast, Of legend told? Behold the pale horse, Final legendary colt. Leaving our houses unsold, Every bed unmade, Sheets still folded.
Gord
2017-01-03 12:00 am
Panic as the ship hits the shore, Not Before, la vie, con amore, For love does typically live forever. Only old men break for the weather, Feverish in their love of pleasure. Deacon finding the failure of people, Lights fires in the place of beacon, Wooden beams crumbling beneath him, He is the lighthouse that never was. I am the rocks that never could, Smashing rocks of greater virtue, I am then accost and pursued, Masticating grass of rain and dew, Too ignorant to stand. Too ignorant to move.
The Sophist
2016-12-14 12:00 am
Whatever I did I did it myelf Fucked God and the Devil Miserable Accosting young rebels When I was a kid I sat on a shelf Hiding in darkness 'til I piss'd myself Not fearful of Argus A game where amid We sought and dispelled My mother found these Piss covered shelves No brother beside me She helped when I hid She'd hear if I yelled Instead she heard beveled Breakfast cereal Make music of rainfall Taking blame for the good Forsaking myself Fuck with God and the Devil I play songs as well Drawing crosses in trebles All over the grid I marvel at how When I look at these crosses They offer some help
Gord
2016-11-15 12:00 am
Classical antiquity in his eyes, In the future he sees nothing. No hummus made of pain, No main containing animal. How will his likeness continue, With same vein, similar virtues? In the mind propaganda becomes true. Selling Kerchiefs with his likeness, The future becomes today, Yesterday's pathway impassable, Except for by train. A smile in the rain.
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