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 Apr 2017 SallyS
Sobriquet
So many lines and laments
scribed in ink and feeling,
for the girl who is the ocean

but she is a swell and surge
too dauntless and wild,
for a lover whose bones crave the shore.

She craves the squalls and gusts,
and cast iron skies,
a worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
the deep pull of currents in her blood.

She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
her bones belong to the sea
but she will always return to the shore.
Wow thankyou for the kind words everyone. Feels really good to know people enjoy my words, and my first Sun too!
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
Tears falling down my face
Drowning in my own fears
One day my eyes will be dry
But for now I will try and get by
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
Bare your soul deep in mine
Walk me with, let's take our time
Look deep in my eyes
And you will see
A lifetime of happiness
Of the person you made me
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
Free
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
Live in the moment
Not in the past
Yesterday is gone
There's no turning back
The magic is inside of you
Let it be free
There's only one chance to set it free
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
Stars shine above our heads
When we lay down and go to bed
We all die every night
When we close our eyes and sleep at night
The lucky ones open their eyes
As we face another day to someone else's goodbyes
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
I do
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
My love
My world
My best friend
Butterflies flutter inside of me
Hold my hand
Kiss my lips
Hug me tight
Stare deep into my eyes
Say " I do "
I love you too
7 years later and this all still holds true.
My wedding anniversary is tomorrow. 7 years with my best friend. Couldn't be happier.
4-18-10
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Gidgette
You know who you are
Bruised Peaches
Those hit, hidden
Shamed
Belittled and bitten
By the very people we loved most
Mocked
For staying with the bearers of our
Bruises
We warrior spouses
Some of the peaches are lucky
we rolled from the pain baskets
Others have to stay for seedlings
This particular peach
After years of bruises
Nearly got squished between the fingers
of a bruise bearer
And I'm bitter mush
But I'm still whole
And all the while
He whispered,
I love you, I love you little peach
He gave me a seedling
She grew
and with her
My knowledge grew
It took the kingsmens axe
To cut me from that dead tree
But thank God
This peach, is free
~A
It's the hardest thing in the world to leave an abusive relationship. We're often made to believe it's our own fault. Even after one leaves, the lawyers, judges, counselors even, make you feel "less than".
I rarely write of my awful marriage. Even today I'm ashamed. And I know that it wasn't anything I did but that fact escapes me sometimes. My love to you all. Especially the Peaches.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Jeff Stier
Gunpowder blue sky
yet no blue, really
except for the blue
wrapped into the spectrum
of black to grey to white

A storm blows in
the sea in an uproar
no holds barred
no remorse for the cormorant
or the gull
in these fierce swells

We know nothing of power
until we know the sea.
We know nothing of journeys
until we journey upon waters
as wild as these.

Odysseus would have shied
from this salt caldron
from these wind-tossed waves
stayed on some pleasant rock
imbibing the lotus.

And who would blame him?
Only a fool
or a sailor without hope
would venture into the teeth
of this tempest.

And that sailor would have cause
to regret his choice
would understand the depths
of his folly
as he slipped into darkness
and clasped hands
with the legions of the drowned
asleep in the swirl of the sea.
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