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 Dec 2016
uzzi obinna
Many years have gone by,
Many more are yet to come,
Many places i have been,
None, i could call my home;

Many tears have been shed,
And so much pain have been felt,
Many have come and gone,
I do not know who i have left;

Many mistakes have been made,
Most of which have brought me here;
Many rights that i have done,
The journey has been worth the dare;

Many answers i tried to find,
So many things i don't understand,
Many things i've left behind,
Just to make a better stand;

Many people that i have hurt,
Many others have hurt me too,
But this is just a part of life ,
These are things we must go through;

Many reasons to have regrets,
And other reasons to rejoice,
Decisions were always mine to make,
I'as always entitled to a choice;

So many nights beneath the stars,
I could be like them- so bright so rear,
So many years watching the moon,
Men like me have gone up there;

my past is past forever now,
Here i am still standing here,
Watching the moon and stars,
So why should i shade a tear?

So many years are ahead of me,
Don't know how much of it i have,
My living is my greatest chance,
To do better and grow a nerve.
Life is the biggest opportunity we all have. Everyday we have is a day to begin doing things differently. A second ago could also be the past.
 Dec 2016
Without sender
Oh, sapphire heaven,
   so azure, so playful with the
   vivid foliage
       you are, that I have fallen
     flat by your dazzling looks.
 Dec 2016
Allen Robinson
I look to you for
fairness, truth
and loyalty
Your laugh and
smile move me
I wake to your
Smiley Face
lighting up
the world as
only you can
 Dec 2016
Sjr1000
Waking up one morning
It's a normal kind of day
Only there are bulldozers
on their way

It goes this way:
At the end of your driveway
down to the right
in front of the picket fence
The land is graded
a horizontal drill brought in
made to feel at home

You see,
We you me may own the land
But the mineral rights are theirs

A concrete utility structure goes up,
in what do you think?
About three weeks?

Chemicals are shot
horizontally under the land
under the house
to release the gas from the sand
While the ground water
is fearfully shivering
it knows
its days are numbered.

The concrete utility chimney
pouring out chemical smoke
24 hours a day.

The  County says,
"What do you expect us to do?"
The State says
"***** You "

Cancer clusters
Sick kids
Chemical water tasting very weird

Guess what?

Whether it be our 89,000
189,000 or 889,000 dollar
American dream home
The dog is going to be
taking a **** in the backyard
claiming ownership.

Welcome to LA too
No matter where you are
Every other day
the earth is shaking
buildings tumbling
Dance Dance Dance

Dots on a map
thousands of them
all around us
coming our way.

Better take a drive
next time on talk radio
"Drill baby Drill"

All hail Exxon
Cars love Shell Gasoline

The old USA
******* gas
And it sure ain't nitrous
cars idoling on a stop and go freeway
finding our true purpose
a grounded oil derreck
for the Koch Brothers
He who pays the piper calls the tune
Oh yeah
Drill baby Drill
I'm heading up Highway 101

The Earth hot and *****
for a new life form

Welcome to the new world order
Welcome to the new USA
Purloined, poisoned, polluted
The United Petro States of America.

Hey Hey Hey
"New world order" of course, Bruce Springsteen, the Boss.
If you live near one of these friggin fracking structures, love to hear about it.

Sometimes you gotta write a protest song.
 Dec 2016
S Smoothie
I don't want to know their name
I don't want to know who they are
I don't care if they make you feel
they aren't me.

Not me,
who's cradling your head in my hands
or wrapped around you thigh deep
or gently coupled by the lips
slung over your bed sheets
resting over your heartbeat
tracing the lines of your love
tipping your chin,
looking deep into your soul
and you meeting me there.

It was too real to ever let go
but you did
please don't explain
I don't want to know
 Dec 2016
V
Why am I me? I sometimes ask myself.

Why am I not somebody else?

I could have been anyone, anywhere.

So why am I me, why am I here?

I am who I am, but why?

Will I be someone else after I die?

Why do I look the way I do?

Why am I me and not you?

I am me, but why am I this way?

How come I am alive today?

From all the people I could be

Why am I exactly me?
Personal experience...
 Dec 2016
Valsa George
A cool December morning!
Today I rose much earlier than usual
I watch the night stealing away
Like an accused convict under cover

Sunlight peeks through the leaves.
In the haze of overhanging mist,
Only the blurred silhouette of trees in sight
The crows have begun their raucous call

The leaves of grass are misted with dew
A cool zephyr blows from the south
Clouds float like shredded cotton
Even Sirius, the brightest star has paled

Life is slowly beginning to unfold
And men like shadows have begun to move
The sun has now climbed to the Eastern hills
In scintillating glory like a mighty king

Shattering the mist with his lance like beams
He exults like a victorious warrior
His crystal rays rouse the sleeping birds
And they begin their chorus in wondrous rhyme

I enjoy the sweetness of this lovely morn
In serene silence, I stand and watch
The light that slowly fills the Earth,
Dispelling all trace of overhanging darkness!
Unlike the Winter of the West, here in most parts of India it is very mild and sweetly pleasant with clear blue skies, bright sun and cool mornings and evenings. This is the best time of the year, here in the place where I live. The morning air carries the scent of opening flowers, so refreshing and giving an exotic feel !
 Dec 2016
Just Rachel
Made afraid
Open,me....
Fall after speed ..
Guarantee
Represent real,remember
Observe
Got caught up..At bottom...
Life,hell......Did serve
Raining stones I took
Indeed same picture
Usual hook
And .....it stays the same.
It is what it is....
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