Life

My life, my freedom

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Cosmic

My kingdom

My life

My truth

My love

My bubble

My world

My heart

My dreams

My soul journey

 

Your drama 

Your world

Your bubble

Is yours, not mine

Not my burden

 

 

I am free. 

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Goodbye for now

Can it be real

or am I just fooling myself?  

To believe that your love for me

Has not been put on a shelf

 

Packed away and discarded

Like an old photo or toy

Your pure and unconditional love

Like when you were a boy  

 

Innocent and sweet

You held me in your heart

But now the years and life’s challenges

Have torn us apart

 

You have chosen a path

That is rocky and tough

And my guidance and attempts to divert you

 Have not been enough

 

You ran from youth fast

Confused and unsure

Towards the deceitful blinding light

Of adulthoods allure

 

As I stand here and watch you stumble

Like when you took your first steps

But now unable to help or reach out to you

Now that you’ve fallen into the depts

 

But my hand will always be within reach for you

And my heart open wide

To take hold of either

If you should ever decide

 

I wish you only happiness

And pray you will find

All the things you’ll need in your life

To replace what you’ve left behind

 

I will say goodbye to you

But only for now

Because I know you will find your way back to me

Someday or somehow

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for my son during turmoil in his teens.

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Do not weep for me now

Do not weep for me now

For I am back in my mother’s arms

 

Do not morn another day

For I walk in peace

With those who have been waiting in the light

To share their everlasting love

 

Do not be saddened

For I have been blessed with your love

And carry it in my heart

To my new plain of existence

 

Do not be afraid

For I am a part of the light that shines down upon you

And brightens your way towards your future

 

Do not feel lonely

For I am the one who will watch over and protect you

Until we again walk hand in hand

To our eternal place of peace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For those who are dealing with the loss of a loved one. God bless

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Caught in the Headlights

The sheer speed slices through the ensemble of snow and rain. Though, speed kills. Trucking along a highway, alone and abandoned. No other car on the road to make a makeshift companion. The sun is down, depressed, and distraught. The clouds cloud the sun like hands covering a crying face, the sun whimpers and the car slightly swerves out of place. The earth darkens as you squint out of a box. The headlights at maximum light, like speed in the snow, they cut through the night. Boredom and isolation reach you, like a rush of blood to the head. Stuck in your thoughts, as you barely look ahead. The roads are sheeted in ice, yet you truck on. The road narrows, becomes one lane. You peer through your rearview, out of instinct, hoping to busy your mind. Though, the car is silent, and your head is live. You think to yourself, what a terrible time to drive. You think to yourself, why am I alive? Wherever you are going, you ponder if you should arrive. You could just offroad into a snowbank, little chance you would survive. Speed kills. Yet, your hands stay at ten and two, and that little windshield you continue to peer through. The questions linger in the eerie silence. A cellular ring surprises you, though not enough to throw you off. You pick up the phone, and answer with ennui. The other side delivers noise to your ear, you listen and the sounds of the car on the road disappear. Your lethargic attitude soon fades away, as a radiant smile extends from ear to ear. As boredom washes away, so do the thoughts. Why even question your existence or possibly intervene, because a smile erases everything. The voice on the other line utters verbal caress, and the more they talk, they more you think less. You realize the desolate drive had you questioning away. In reality, you desire to live another day. The smile still radiates through sleet and snow, the sun still whimpers, but you feel warm. Happiness invades your personal space, and the drive you so detested, soon doesn't feel that way. The phone shuts, but the smile rests in place. So you hold steady, hand on ten, other hand moving back to two. Back in control of the wheel. Back in control of your thoughts. You truck along, the speed of your car still unchanged, and the lights on the car still beam through the lifeless night. But, before you know it, your caught in the headlights. The smile unchanging until your last breath departs, you would feel surprised but you just give it no mind. You think of the call, and the voice that made you smile so. If only you could've made it home through the storm, through the sun's melancholy. If only you could've seen the sun happy again. If only you could've reached that voice. Though, speed kills. The car up in flames, your body an icy red heap. Your soul exits, yet the smile stays, as your body lay caught in the headlights, that have now succumbed to the darkness of the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is more like an elongated poem, but tried to capture the moment the best I could.

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All For a Dream

How far would you go?

To reach your dreams.

How much of yourself would you forgo?

Split yourself at the seams.

And the family you would forget

Your face they won't recognize

Even yourself, you couldn't see with your own two eyes

Success begets success

At what cost would it take?

You have the work ethic

But love you forsake.

 

To attain a dream,

sometimes bridges must be burned

let go of everything

to show in life what can be earned.

How many hearts must you break?

To feel so bittersweet.

How much love would you forsake?

To make yourself feel complete.

Perfectionist in mind, worker at heart

Life is always moving

So some place you must start

Resistance will occur

Your loved ones you will defer

Because of a dream of life you prefer

All the poems that you write

All the sleepless nights

The guitar you learn to play

Hours spent each and every day

Yourself might slip away

But this dream you must achieve.

 

When one becomes so engrossed

In something they desire

To get the most,

You must add kindling to the fire.

All those that dreamt

Put forth work towards those dreams

Even if that meant,

Losing everything.

They knew at one point

If you put your all in, it'd pan out

And even if it didn't, you lived a life without doubt

Whether done out of spite, or because it felt right, or to prove to oneself

Even going as far as putting aside your own mental health.

Those dreams you feel the urge to pursue

So that one day you may feel at home with Big Blue.

No matter the pain or love you've undone

It's all part of this road that you run

If you truly want it, then you mustn't give up the gun.

 

Years to come, no matter the difficulty or how you feel

Wouldn't you give everything?

To make your dreams become real.

 

 

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Cut Me Deeper

 

I feel the ink flow through my veins,

After fearing it all had dried.

As once again, reality awakens muse,

When all hoping again, has died.

 

For a jolly poet, simply cannot write,

Unless it all goes tragically wrong.

So to hell with all the make believe...

And to hell with being strong.

 

I'd rather feel this release again,

As from me, this blood pours out.

A letting of this verbal plasm,

Pouring forth from an emotional spout.

 

A too-tight tourniquet of sorts,

Long staunched, a healthy flow.

But now, like before, it flows warm and red,

And eagerly fills again, a river of woe.

 

So muse, now cut me deeper still,

For we have poems to be created.

Since life prooved to us, yet once again,

The tempests will never, be abated.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No, I am not now, nor have I ever been a cutter. It's a metaphor for the poetic 'RELEASE'...ie: ink, like blood.

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The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

 

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

 

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

 

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

Time and Memories {Revisited}

Folder: 
Love

I dreamed a dream of stars and light

Shining brightly in the night

But then I saw, to my surprise

That they existed in your eyes


I had an illusion of desire

It's scarlet flames were rising higher

And soon after we took flight

You quickly vanished in the night


I gained an insight of your being

Sitting, broken, hopeless-feeling

I sat next to you, contrite

To tell you it was all alright 


I bear a vision, dark and deep

It has me turning in my sleep

Your memories I'll keep and keep

As I sit to sigh and weep

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just felt like tweaking it a bit, the first part is still my favorite

Not True

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A pigeon 
flutters, in my frail― 
chest, ready to fly away. 

The train does 
not stop here. Why 
do I keep standing? 

A man dies in 
a blizzard. You 
need to pay for it? 

What was the 
hallucination? I 
was living for a lie?

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