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 Sep 2014 T2m
Nyx
View from a bench
 Sep 2014 T2m
Nyx
The color of the Enticing green water
reminds me of the
       depth
you find in her eyes
like the voiceless wind of the pond
somehow found a way to whisper your name
like i never could.
and I look at the lifeless grass below my feet
the suns beams have suffocated
meaningless footsteps have brought this once vivacious miracle
to a perished color
and i am reminded of my eyes.
the mystery of the wind lures you in
while my once ripe  heart begins to fade away.
 Sep 2014 T2m
Nicole Ann Sandoval
I drove my car to the cemetery.
I was a little late getting to our meeting place.
You were already there, by the same tomb stone you always are.
Wearing a tired expression on your face.
the dark half moons cast shadows under your glistening eyes.
You hand me a present wrapped in newspaper and i'm sort of surprised.
I open it and see it seems to just be trash.
you look at me as if you were a closet hoarder and you're showing me your secret stash.
You smile sadly,and say..
"I can't fight your battles for you
This time, It's your own war."
shifting your gaze
you looked down at the gift.
"This is the diary i started writing the day we met."
you said.
"And I won this pack of stale cigarettes off of you in a bet.
These scraps of paper are all the notes we passed back and forth during class.
oh, and you dropped this penny during offering once I finally got you to come to mass.
this paint sample is the color we said we'd paint our future house together.
when we were were messing around in the department store.
we chose a brown like leather.
But, that doesn't matter anymore.
you just didn't see me take it.
or slip it in my pocket.
oh, and this"
she said holding up a golden heart shaped locket.
"My father gave me this before he died.
It's meant for my wedding day.
There's a picture of us inside.
It's yours now.
I wont be getting married anyway.
Sweetheart, I know who you are.
Maybe, to the wrest of the world you can hide your ****** preference.
But not to me, I know the difference.
Don't feel guilty.
You didn't hurt me.
You never deserted me.
I've thought about this a lot.
I was mad at first.
I thought you were sinful.
I thought you were cursed.
But there's nothing wrong with how you are.
It's just my love for you is so strong.
And it won't go away.
This has gone on for far to long.
I shouldn't be making you stay."

I sat there in disbelief heartbroken, and a little relieved.
as I watched her walk away.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
 Sep 2014 T2m
Louise
Did he know ...
 Sep 2014 T2m
Louise


When he saw her
for the first time
did he know
that he would break her heart?

Did he know
that the beautiful brightness
in her eyes,
that drew him to her,
would slowly dwindle,
fade?

As the lies grew,
the light died.
He really didn't
give her a chance.

Did he know?



 Sep 2014 T2m
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Sep 2014 T2m
vamsi sai mohan
Nonpareil love:

My love for her lavishes on me every moment,
but my longing of reciprocation of love resided in me only for a stint of time,
As I would be the last person on the planet that she wants to love or reply,
She remembers me only when she forgets everything,
I am glad that I exist at her boredom.....
At least she would fill her moments of ennui with one-word replies for me,
Her reply is oft rare,
and the rare is rapacious,
But my unremitting love never ceases to fantasize her replies,
Only to sentient one-word replies or blank replies with the awaiting eyes, schizophrenic mind and destitute sound,
And this sheer life is to her to resonant with her stoic silence,
It takes one lifetime to understand and love someone completely...
So let me disintegrate from this life only after understanding her silence and
only after my love transcends into eternity,
and only after when my love sprawls into her silence,
Even her one word replies rove me rapturously rattling into the rustic mountains of verdurous life and ravine rocks....
 Sep 2014 T2m
Ekuu
Offering Love
 Sep 2014 T2m
Ekuu
We're lost and yet, we strive to carry on,
to see the sun once more.
But often we  move too fast,
or try to skip ahead.
Even a glance through a book,
can't know what we have read.
Each story cultivates a path,
from beginning to end.
It's a trail true love must follow,
the way that it was penned.
Happy endings are rarely found,
and if no love can then be found,
you'll be alone again.
For if offered love is free,
and it need not be earned,
What merit do you think it has,
when it is not returned?
So if you seek this treasured prize (love),
Here's what you'll have to do.
The love you offer someone else
Must also mean something to you.
 Sep 2014 T2m
Mike Hauser
Poetry...Are you kidding me?!
And you call yourself a man?
Do you like Unicorns with paisley horns
and rainbow marching bands?

Is your love in life, butterflies
that give sweet sticky kisses?
Flutter off holding hands
with fluffy cuddly kittens?

Do you also ride on girly bikes
and play with Barbie dolls?
Poetry...Are you kidding me?!
Now I think I've seen it all!
Just thinking of some of the reactions I get when I tell some guys I write poetry...Maybe not this drastic but you get the idea!
 Sep 2014 T2m
Born
If i could write a poem
i would
if i could express my lowest points
i would
if i could tell you how much i love life
i would
if i could tell you why death is always hanging on my shoulders
i would
if only my happiness could be better than my sadness
i would!

If i could tell you the burden of religions
i would
if i could break from the chains that suffocate me
i would
if i could rid off voices in my head
i would
if you could understand the pains of my sufferings
you would
if my words could speak for my silence
it would
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