Life

Love's orbit

People spend a lifetime
on changing who they are,
but fail with evr'y sunshine
it origins way too far,

I lay within my pillow
try'n to rearrange my life,
but heavens' gentle moonglow
spins a gold-woven disguise,

My love goes far beyond you
through your shadow-casting eyes,
while I circle 'round you on cue
You're my highest-staked dice |

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Hopeless Dreamer

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Miscellaneous

I am the hopeless dreamer
He who prefers to feel the embrace of the blanket
rather than the warm embrace of the sun
I am he that would rather walk among fairies
and swim among mermaids
than the flora and fauna of this world

I am the hopeless dreamer
He who dreams of love but never dares to find it
The boy who dreams of magic
and a world without responsibility

I am the hopeless dreamer
he who runs from reality
I am he who takes refuge in the world behind the eyelids
I'm the man who curses the golden glow of the morning sun
It shatters my happiness into nothing

The hopeless dreamer is early to bed and late to rise
I am he who is the hopeless dreamer
The boy not willing to face the tragedies of this world
I am he who is so innocent and so fragile

Time to wake up hopeless dreamer.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was literally weaving in and out of my dream. I had to write it down

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Veeven

On lulling Saturday afternoons, when entombed by cascading clouds,
an individual such as I may be captivated by a blank white screen.
After an early, hanging morning; full of things that had no give
and no questions, answers or choices to debate,
I return here to the hole in the ceiling, where I make much of the noise.
And it is here that I draw inspiration from a block, an absence,
a state of everything I feel is necessary being so far away.
I neatly fold into a ball and stay in place for many minutes
and shuffle 'round in widened circles when my windows have been closed.
I eat, I drink and speak aloud. I indulge in matters of the mind
and bodies that will wander by may entrance me for a little while.
I wake in time for accomplishing the many missions set abound
by days and weeks and compound months all bubbling and volatile.
In daylight I will drown in herb and certain nights will have me shot,
followed by the consequence of rising for our chosen dues.
The patterns will continue on for many other decades far,
giving me the span of time to reflect upon the path to me.
Eventually I will come to another glorious checkpoint.

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I Know What It's Like

I know what it’s like to be born,
with a disorder unattractive to the eye.
I know what it’s like to have a father,
show me that love is nothing but a lie.
I know what it’s like to have a mother,
stick around for awhile.
I know what it’s like to have a step-dad,
break everything within a mile.
I know what it’s to have a family,
that is nowhere to be seen.
I know what it’s like to have a childhood,
where everyone is mean.
I know what it’s like to have friends,
although bullied every day.
I know what it’s like to go to friend’s houses,
to find out my mother walked away.
I know what it’s like to have grandparents,
hire me a lawyer because of my dad.
I know what it’s like to live with a father,
who always makes me sad.
I know what it’s like to be taken under someone’s wings,
who hates everything you are.
I know what it’s like to have a parent,
who’s always at the bar.
I know what it’s like to have a boyfriend,
who lies to your face.
I know what it’s like to say, “I love you”,
and in return, “You’re a disgrace”.
I know what it’s like to have an aunt,
take you in after being kicked out.
I know what it’s like to make new friends,
who are there beyond all doubt.
I know what it’s like to get accepted,
into the school of my dreams.
I know what it’s like to see my future,
fall apart at the seams.
I know what it’s like to have a boyfriend,
not speak truth and always lie.
I know what it’s like to have hope,
that tomorrow I may die.
I know what it’s like to have a best friend,
named Crown Royal.
I know what it’s like to live your dreams,
and still feel like hell.
I know what it’s like to trust your surroundings,
and fall a victim of date rape.
I know what it’s like to take some time off,
only to find out I’m in bad shape.
I know what it’s like to go to school,
and feel all alone.
I know what it’s like to have a best friend,
who can only talk to you on the phone.
I know what it’s like to fall in love,
yet live with so much hate.
I know what it’s like to have a boyfriend,
ask another woman on a date.
I know what it’s like to live with family,
who makes you more depressed.
I know what it’s like to excel in school,
when you can’t even get dressed.
I know what it’s like to change my future,
by switching majors to the unknown.
I know what it’s like to have support,
say you can’t be left alone.
I know what it’s like to have freedom,
at the age of twenty four.
I know what it’s like to have a family,
hate me at the core.
I know what it’s like to graduate college,
and still feel like I failed.
I know what it’s like to get interviews,
and rejections that were emailed.
I know what it’s like to want the world,
and get nothing in return.
I know what it’s like to go through life,
thinking there must be something I didn’t learn.
I know what it’s like.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is essentially an outline of my story from birth until today. It is also the first poem I have ever written.

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Rough Water

Folder: 
Haikus

Rough water ahead
When will my life feel fulfilled
When it is too late

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please leave a comment and let me know if you liked it, how it made you feel or what you didn't like about it. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. :)

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went away

First childhood went
then ingenuity
then everything just slip one by one
in working on a custom
of LET IT GO

Feel splendid sometimes
cause i'm not falling in the ground
presence of Incense
whatever happened was okay
that make me met to the reliance
after few days everything mend
different colour of butterflies flying
in the same ground , follow our sweetness
like black and white life fill with colour

i met to those whom i can faith
like in the heavy rain
the brightness of light never end
like in the electronic environment
you may get a shelter

Went away so far
that there is no chance to look back
consummate nasty period
but those seasons keep coming back
and push me in the darkness of inside

to see reverie is easy but
to make it come true is a different task
to jump from high building of forks
so many lose in a one second
went away all the importance in a one shot

the situation starting playing game with me again
running with everyone but in a crowd
i'm not with anyone in this race of life
but stabilize in every turn of life
and learn a lesson in every turn
end up with a new life
went away then come away
and i take it to not let it go away

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Statues That Breathe

Ask me for a composition
that's made of silk and compost heaps.
Demand of me a word or line
that validates your smoke and ire.
Consume of me my finest verse
and digest it with a sweet red wine.
Take from me my need to love
and leave me bare and petrified.

Between the words that dot my eyes
is space alert of its own bitter lacking;
and it's always crying for attention,
as if a feeble, toddler thing.
The wailing may not be what gets you,
but among them there will be no rest.
Beyond the veil of cool contempt
is a marching fleet or hornet's nests.

I am likely works in progress
that will gather dust and trapping leaps -
eventually a cast-away relic
that's given pass due to some small charm.
Imbibing little besides the clouds
and doing little beyond the setting sky,
I'll slow and settle to a crawl
and collapse at the most opportune time.

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If Only One Day

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1st poems

If only one day I could
Make your heart raise its pace
If only I could learn your formula
If only I had the power to daze.

If only one day I could
Make you feel what I feel
If only I could
Share this love that kills

If only one day I could
Make your hands tremble of delight
And on your lovely face shift your breathtaking features
If only you would let me enter your room through a window at night.

If only one day I could
On your lips burn a mark
With the touch of mine
And in your heart ignite a forever lasting spark.

If only one day you would
Give up your life for me
As I do for you
At last, my existence will exit torture and become free.

If only one day you would
Realize that you are the oxygen in my air
That I can’t breathe in without your being filling up every square inch of my soul
And I am never prepared.

If only one day I would
Have to courage to say
How much I uncontrollably love you
And to admit that without the last piece of my puzzle, day by day I’ll slowly start do decay.

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Intro to Nostalgia

Can't let go of the past
can't help but think,
if I had turned right instead of left
what the outcome would be

I'm not learning, I'm yearning
for something that once was
for something that could have been
I messed up

Dwelling in my sorrow,
knowing that there's no tomorrow
I hate what I have become
totally undone

Can't get it right
no need to fight
thinking of what I might
time to turn out the light
can't get a bite
not even a fight
nothing seems bright

This pain,
is definitely not a gain
it hurts,
like I'm being eaten from the inside out

being numb
doesn't mean I have to be a bum
or better yet a scum

can't embrace, won't embrace
what's to become

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