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I

Fear

                       You are mistaken for that's not truthful at all

I

Fear

                       I don't like you like you think

I

Fear

                      I instead love you right up to the moon
Happy Thursday everyone!
If I didn't write,
I would be doomed.
I'm still fueled by that scared youth,
That child powerless.

But now I have my voice,
I will never be powerless again.
As a young child I was stomped on every step I walked, I was dragged across coals and cast aside like garbage. But I chose this, to become a crusader for love and kinship, to separate myself from the dark. To anyone who feels they are at rock bottom, stay strong. They will learn to love you when you come out in a blaze of power.
If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.

But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Long away with the winged birds.
If it’s not love it’s poison,
If it’s not good, then it’s evil.
If you’re not warm, you’re freezing.
And if you leave you’re cruel,
And if you stay clinging on for too long, you are nothing.
So, if it’s not love, it’s poison,
And if you’re not surrounded you’re alone,
And if you're not full you're starved.
If you break you’re nothing,
You’re alone,
So if it’s not love, then it is poison.
This one is for those who love has wronged. They may be beautiful, but sometime they aren't good for you.
Oh darling,
I'm not at home,
If I'm not with you.
You're my polished floors,
My grand oak door.
The sweet luxury of my bed,
At the end of a long day of longing.
Warmth of my fireplace,
In the evening when not a worldly soul wakes.
When it comes to love,
I'm real picky,
I won't have it if it's not you.
My morning mug of coffee, my evening cup of tea.
Every splash of ink,
Every drag of this pen.

Is another gift in the face of common man,
An honor that is art to the human soul.

For if not for this music,
Spirits would grow old, crumbling in the cold.
Art is a true blessing.
If not for the Holy Land,
The Germans and the French in battle,
Would have failed to be met.

If not for that and the WW1,
My ancestors would've never been met,
If not for that, I would never be born for peace.
The blood of war bonds it's survivors stronger.
It's a beautiful ***,
But wouldn't it benefit from some green?
I reckon you better start prepping that soil,
Because we're going to plant a tea tree!
Imagine how wonderful that would be,
Blossoming white flowers, a warm cup and bees.

Oh, imagine a garden full of bumble bees!
Buzzing about the perfect petals,
Pouring pollen into the breeze.
If only we had a garden,
We could sit and lunch,
Pastry, cheese, and the sweet drink from our tree!
Darling, while your out buying seed,
Would you grab a few more pots?
I'd put up a bird feeder and watch the come and go.
If she is not beautiful,
Nothing is,

If her eyes are not deep,
Than the ocean is a puddle,

If her kiss is not a blessing,
There is no magic in anything else,

If her taste is no wine,
Than no drug will entrance me.
She is
Something here,
Something there,
The evidence is everywhere.
Waves wash over,
Close to fire,
As old bones stir in the mire.
When evil takes the face of man,
Society is left in our hands,
Will we live or die?
We play children's games,
Silver pieces replaced with steel knives,
Can you duck from the goose?
They turn the mob loose,
Suddenly the waves close in again,
Close to the fire of a torch.
Stand to fight,
Or lay to die,
Give it time.
If there is scandal,
None will be found tonight.
If the stars stopped shining,
The night would be like the deep sea.
Dark and cold.

If the stars stopped shining,
The light from the sailor’s lanterns,
Would reflect off the sea,
Like sunset on the Antarctic ice.

And the shipmen and their saxtons,
Could not find their way back home.
And there would be a little boy in the window,
Every night.

Waiting for his father to return.
There would be a woman at the widow’s peak.
Waiting for her husband to come home.

If the stars stopped shining,
Would lovers still love each other?
Because if the stars stopped shining, I don’t know if I would still see you.
In that certain way I’ve grown to love.
I hope the stars keep shining. The night sky is boring without them.
If the planet woke up,
And we had all disappeared,
Would it mourn our memory?

It depends on the way we go,
Somebody snapping their fingers, we fade away,
Or a blinding ball of light as nuclear weapons implode.

If God revoked our presence today,
What would happen with all the factories,
There's a chance they run until Earth runs out of fuel.

It seems that if that happened,
Then all these countries would sink into the sea,
With our glory and memory.
The prompt was,
Would Earth be better off if we all went extinct.
If we swear on sunshine,
And the silver of the moon.
We can be wed in this very room,
I will claim you as mine,
We will be as one divine.
If you swear to me and I swear to you,
We can await the alter soon.
I found the one I am sure of it
Ignore the sunset,
Don't focus on the end of things,
The sun will set, yet,
You will fade well before,
If you worry and fret.
The end is promised, enjoy it while you have it.
I hope for longer days,
More light on this lonely town,
For better times to come,
And for them to stay.

I hope for the warm to return,
Life feels better in the sun,
Fingers are more useful,
When they aren't shivering.

I hope for the future to be bright,
That we will grow and prosper,
As the flowers grow and rise,
Let us reach out our petals to the light.
Hope is a living thing
I knew it!
I knew it wasn't real,
I knew the echoes of this place,
Were just misleading hooks in my face.
Look at all these people, real,
I swear they aren't simple clones,
Or were they all along?
Leave it in the past
I know loss,
Believe me,
I know lows.

While my life now glitters in gold,
I will never forget it's old rusty reds,
Believe me, I know the blows.
If the rain did not say it,
Then it is no truth
For sunshine lies,
With it's promise of life in youth.

So I listen to the clouds.
If it isn't true at your lowest, it won't be true at your highest.
If I need an excuse to talk to,
It's that I love you,
Miss you,

Crave you.

You understand me,
I understand you,

We're open, even when we're closed.

It's the feeling of being with you,
The rush of each kiss,
Each time I hold you,

You hug my arm,

This is what it means to be loved,
To be close to someone,

I think I'll be okay.
I can be strong now,
Tonight, I'm not in the wrong,
I must help myself
Wishing everybody strength.
Who decided it was crazy,
To capture yourself in a poem?
I must have missed that part,
When I read the rulebook you wrote.

The fact is I am a defacto poet,
So when I write poems that you read,
Don't slander me like you could do it better.
So hold your tongue,
Till it's your poem you read with it.
Everyone who wishes to criticize something should try it first.
I used to cry when I was alone,
I was scared of people leaving me,
I was more scared of getting used to it,
I have to thank you though because now,
I have no reason to worry all of that because,
I have you to stay with me and you have me too.
I'm so sorry I left you that first time around knowing how it felt to be left.
I've always wanted community,
But it was mostly because I wanted you,
I turned myself inside out,
It had a real evil turn-about,
There's no way to think the same,
After a little trip into your head,
Haunting little thoughts wrapped in rope,
Keeps me far away from bed,
It really seems you alone are the reason,
I stopped stabbing the good guy in my mind,
Just for laughter and clout,
They were never sympathetic for the joker,
Yet, you were, guess that was the first red flag,
You were real pretty,
You are real scarry,
You wanted to fly, wings like a fairy's,
Your promise of safety was a tale,
You told to spin a great big web,
Three days,
I'll never think the same.
If the tie is too tight, get it off your neck.
I loved I lusted yes,
I learned that love was much,
Better than raw lust.
She pulled me out of a cycle of chasing. She's my pour into pan.
A place where I feel safe,
Where my art is noticed,
Where I am somebody.

Raise your cup for a toast,
"I love HP!"
This is a great place
We're separated too much,

You're so far
Away

If I could be there I would,
If my bike had tires I could,

You are a need,
Addiction
Craving
Dream.
My mother warned me about drugs,
Good thing my high is you,

That's cliche,
But I'm at a lack of ways,
To truly just explain,

I

Love

You
Lost was I,
In the dark streets,
Of this winding city.
Looking over my shoulder,
Searching for landmarks,
Any building I knew.
I was approached by a man,
And I raised my defenses,
But his light demeanor calmed my anxiety.
He spoke to me,
A melodic tune in his voice,
'They call me happiness,
I see you're lost in the dark,
Come with me and let me show you,
Everything you're missing.'
Happiness roams in the darkest cities looking for those in need.
I could never be a lawyer,
Not because I couldn't lie.
I can lie plenty,
Whether or not it's right.

But I couldn't stand to see,
When an innocent victim.
Gets blamed,
And there was nothing I could do,
Because the judge can't see.
I don't know how they do it.
There are things important to me,
That many people today will find silly,

This is one of those,
To be a writer,
To write great poetry,

To have that poetry read in classrooms,
To have it read in lecture halls,
That it will be read in fire lit living rooms,
That it will reach the ears of the youth,

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I find this important.
That I will leave something great behind me.
It's that Friday The 13th kind of thing,
When every thing's so good,
You just know something is gonna stab through.

I didn't want to make you feel this way,
I wasn't ignoring you.
It just took me a second to respond.

You will always be number one,
I understand my fault here,
Keeping my phone on ringer,
So I never take more than three minutes to answer you.
It's not bad luck it's me
I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.
Note: not a sarcastic piece and not intended to anger or aggravate anybody. I appreciate my position in life so much and am forever grateful for all the blessings I’ve received!
I want you here,
In this place with me.
I wish to hold you,
As the stars are born to the sky.

I need your touch,
These little fantasies.
I crave your kiss,
Each taste of love on your lips.

You, it's you.
I need you more than anything,
I need you more than water to drink.
Each touch of your hand restarts my broken heart,
Every grace of your touch raises me from the dead.
Are you a sorceress with a spell to temp me?
Or was I destined to cross paths with you?
I never meant to push,
I didn't push.
My question wasn't why won't you,
I didn't know what changed,
What went wrong.
I told you I wasn't interested in sneaking away,
Hiding out to do something,
Trapped in corners of school grounds.
I never asked for PDA,
Or mouth to mouth anything.
All I wanted was to hold you close,
With your head on my shoulder,
As the fireworks went over.
But when I said I didn't want to creep away,
You started to fade,
Icing me out once again.
I never asked for anything more,
Than to be slightly romantic,
It's not like your friends don't know us.
You want me to love you around mine,
So why can't we so much as hold each other,
When yours are around?
They tell me,
The other girls are much better,
For making love and such.
They tell me,
You should get some curves,
A pretty girl with a neat wardrobe.

I say slander to that,
I say take that back,
I'm not in it for love making,
I'm in it for life making,
Her body is an art,
Nobody appreciates,
But she's my favorite painting,
I stare into her eyes,
Wonder where she got that beauty.
I didn't believe in soul mates, until I found mine.
In my mind,
I am in the deep south,
Dancing with Cowboys,
Singing folk songs.
Herding cattle,
Chasing outlaws.

In my mind,
I am in Paris, France,
Waking up with you beside me,
Strolling in the lazy streets.
Chatting with the News-Man,
Drinking coffee at the Cafe.

In my mind,
I'm where I want to be,
I'm with all my buddies.
Time never seems to pass,
How can I get all of that?
Sometimes it feels as if I'm writing to her
Who invited the instigators?
I didn't,
Did you?
They don't work,
They don't write,
Unless it's a comment made out of spite.
Social medias were built to throw around blame,
If you like spreading rumors, may I suggest Facebook?
Wherever you do it,
Don't do it here,
You're one poem,
Can't be a line attacking people you've never met.
I'm sick of all the strays,
If you come here, come for art,
Come to write.
I am so sick of all the random no post accounts leaving angry untrue comments on posts, just stop you're not getting anywhere with this.
You're different today,
I hope that doesn't mean,
You're diverging.
Because my nation,
Isn't functional without your aid,
I'm not ready for independence yet.

"Athens and Sparta, two Greek city states, developed divergent values despite being of one nation."
Somethings off I'm worried.
I met Happiness,
On the dreary streets of this gray city,
He picked me up,
And bought me bread.

I shook hands with Love,
At times a cruel jester,
Yet it's only a cover act,
To hide his deep sadness.

I talked to Inspiration,
The man himself,
He didn't have a lot to say,
But I felt wizened anyways.

I reached out to Solitary and Silence,
But nobody knew solitaries face,
So the news studio didn't let him in,
Silence simply had no comment.
Loosely based off a poem where I imagined the places happiness hanged out.
We kissed in the dark of winter,
In the cold of the snow.
I swore to you in it's falling,
My heart fit well in yours.
But now that spring begins to shine through,
I'll renew my promise to you.
Spring is a time of love
I want to whisper,
In your heart, so perfectly,
Beating within you.
I pray for her safety,
The world is scary.
I pray for her happiness,
She deserves joy.
I pray for her,
That not even a hair will bother her.
I wish I could be there always
There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.

Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.

Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
Home
When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.
I saw faith through the window,
A holy light burning in the trees,
So under the rug,
I brushed my sin,
A chance to repent again.

For some it may be an old street light,
Though for I,
It was nigh,
I see a new life,
Echoing in the storms of night.
I was gazing through the window when I saw a street light, bended by the trees into a sigil of strength for us in these hard times. We can rest sound knowing the light is coming, that darkness has had its day, and it’s time for us to take the throne of Nótt. To set fire to this temple, walking out burnt, but ready to rebuild.
I starve myself of sustenance,
I work better hungry.
I refuse any drink,
Thirst is what drives me.
Without my drive,
I have no purpose.
Without purpose,
I am just as good as any stray stone.

I stay hungry,
I achieve,
But if I stop to eat,
I satisfy,
Then my work halts,
At a point of content.
I'm no where near as good as I could be,
So I'll keep pushing.
A hungry person works twice as hard for food.
They say there's no thing as true love,
Humans are also fondly known to lie,
I just can't believe it,
Not after knowing you.

I can't say it enough times,
I need something more to really let you know,
I yearn for you,
You are a necessity.

Even when times get dark,
We light each other up,
Even when they plant seeds of doubt,
We sprout even brighter than before.

We grow, we love,
We tire, we sleep,
We rest, we're restless.
I think, I think of you.
It returns!
Not a minute too late,
For I was getting worried,
It wouldn't return today!
But boy staring at a blank screen,
It really made me think,
Maybe I need something than this?
Idk if this happened for any of you but for me HP went down from about 2:20 to right now. Dunno why but I happy it's back online.
It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.
Love grows with the seasons
Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.

People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.
It snowed this morning. It brought back bitter things.
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