(2/11/2014 7:50:00 PM)
Pawned Guitar ___
Once we were as two strings on the instrument of Life's vibration.
Each different in composition and position,
Resonating one to the other in sympathetic harmonics.
A simple and pleasant chord of quiet discretion,
Far from the cacophonies of dissonance
That filled the chaos surrounding us.
Now it appears to our tone deaf ear,
That we too, have taken up noise as our chosen song.
Our once lullaby of love, can no longer be heard.
(2/10/2014 6:16:00 AM)
Hands in hands
will go through
If i fall,
you'll be for me
to console and hold
You are the one
hot and cold
'BAZAAR' of love
'I' and 'You'
Ruling others hearts
promoting an example
anyone saw neither,
Enjoying love ride
being your newly bride
Every time out shall we go
talking and taking
hands in hands
I " DON'T" desire
a single breath
'YOU' I need dire
in every second
together shall cross;
boarding the ship
Of faith and trust
hands in hands
On every b'day, mine
you'll hug me and kiss
craving for my life, long
but let me tell you
for me is 'YOU'
To shine and tarnish
with each other
I lust keeping,
hands in hands
(2/6/2014 9:29:00 AM)
'The Selfish Street’
Till the first Sunlight,
To cover the black under white,
But that’s not right,
Because I am fighting with the ‘Cheat’,
By living under the ‘Selfish Street’.
I do not deserve this!
And I do miss,
My innocent time,
Which vanished like a Rhyme.
Now I weep,
Inside very deep,
And I cannot sleep,
Till I sweep,
Which are making us ‘Less’.
And I will not stop,
No matter what I have to face,
Because I have joined a Race,
To be shown,
And to prove that,
In this Street I am not all alone.
And at last we will experience together,
That this Selfish Street teaches us to differentiate
The ones which are ‘Ours’ with the ‘Others’.
(2/5/2014 7:14:00 AM)
Deep down into my mind
There is some peace to find
Deep down into my soul
There is something that I seek as a goal
Now I have started to understand something a bit
That I must & must live with a grit
Living with a grudge or a set-back can be a mistake
You must let go of everything for your own sake
Deep down into my thinking
There is a great belief that has started to sink-in
That it's Ok
It's Ok to be who you are
& it's Ok to be what you want to be
(2/4/2014 4:59:00 PM)
Everyday to enhance my brain
I'll smoke weed, sniff cocaine
Have a beer to mask hidden pain
Higher than treetops, insane
Different day, same old shit
Still outside the circle, a misfit
I'm not tried, made of grit
In life cowards are those who quit
Whatever I believe in or think
Changes moods faster than a blink
I wish to tip the bad down the sink
So whats left will match up, interlink
Sick of just waiting for life to begin
Want to be comfortable in my own skin
Hate the compulsion to be better, to win
The prize we seek must be found within
(2/4/2014 1:32:00 PM)
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I think this forum should actually have postings of poetry contests people know about! How about we share some of them with our fellow poets ;)
(2/4/2014 12:22:00 PM)
Hi, Sir/ Madame
My name is Leesaan Robertson. I would like to be entered in the poetry contest.
And I also would like to know how I can get poets to comment on poetry's
Because I've been on here for awhile and nobody has commented on my poems yet.
My email: firstname.lastname@example.org
(2/1/2014 4:48:00 PM)
Night Shift ___
Each of us has an image of paradise
A destinations resting reward, and yet
I am troubled as my own view is dim.
Deep down many levels beneath the sun
Where hand hewn roots of Sequoia support
the Marble hall of others, I am sweeping
the dust gatherings and collecting into piles
The cardboard refuse of gifts not meant for me.
Toiling the forever among vague others I never knew
While I was sleepwalking somewhere up there.
I go on, in the certainty that eventually
I too, will rise to the Alabaster Porticos
Washed by brief sweet showers of rain.
Till then I accept my role
As Janitor, on this side of the Gate.
(2/1/2014 3:16:00 PM)
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Dreading the winter as the days pass by
Wild like the raging storms I am the sky
The hammering rain and sleet express my cry
While thunder roars as me screaming why
Cant pretend the past memories are a cruel lie
Which are swamping the festivitites that I try
To forget were once the days I watched you die.
And all I do all year long I force the fight
Against the grief inside that drains my might
Which I usually conceal from my loved ones sight
But sorrow descends on this months blustery night
As once among the decorations out went a light
Its more beautiful to me than the stars are bright
Its more beautiful to me than the world in white.
(1/31/2014 10:49:00 AM)
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If I could, I would.
Don't look how my eyelashes are,
or how fair skin tone I have.
Don't judge how my hair's so messy
or how I can't manage to look pretty.
The curves that I may have,
I would never want you to love me for that.
Look into my eyes, how bright it would shine,
if you were here and if I could call you mine.
This feeling that covers up the whole of me,
from the tip of my toe to the root of my hair,
is something I will never be able to explain,
because even when I see you, I go completely insane.
How do I say what I feel for you is like?
That would be unfair if I try to sum it up in words.
and honestly, to me you define 'perfection'
You're here with me, oh! that'd be an imagination.
You love her, I know that quite clear but,
I want to love you like 'Juliet' loved her 'Romeo'.
I just don't get why she won't treat you good,
because honey, if I could, with all my heart, I would.