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 May 2018
Carl Joseph Roberts
Just Smile, Smile, Smile

Listen to these words I say
I swear they are the truth
There's a love I feel deep inside
And its because of you

I wanted you to know my love
Each and every day
So each morning just as you wake up
It puts a smile there on your face

Just smile, smile, smile
Every single day
Smile, smile, smile
You make my world a better place
Smile, smile, smile
A love that is so true
Smile, smile, smile
I smile because of you

You make my life more beautiful
Just being who you are
Never let that go away
Keep a smile there in your heart

A love that fills your inner soul
Its what I give to you
I hope you truly understand
How you fill my heart too

Just smile, smile, smile
Every single day
Smile, smile, smile
You make my world a better place
Smile, smile, smile
A love that is so true
Smile, smile, smile

I smile because of you

Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)
It can be a wife, a true love, a child or a even a loved friend. Let them know that they make you smile.
 May 2018
South-by-Southwest
I
I ran with the fleet footed
only to be left ever so far far behind

I sat with the quick witted
only to find out we are not of the same kind

I prayed with the most religious so devout that only for God had they any time


I am a tent maker
I fiddle as I so please
I am at ease with my maker
He says bless you
every time that I sneeze


I am never at ease with one or many many more
I guess it was that surprise punch to the gut so I am always looking out there for more

I make friends only slowly
But I'm quick to let go
I live where there is found soot on the surface of snow

I have a family but only by blood . My son lives in Boston
My sister died in Orlando

I exist in my nowhere in the middle of my state
Just waiting on circumstance
so someday I can escape


"I am what I am and that's all that I am"
That's what Popeye would be sure to often say
Of course that is considered now to be so passe


If all of the I's in "if" were unbound I think more people would be willing
to stand for their ground

But when the "f" is surrounded by words I think it has people thinking they have fallen down

So I will end now
I really must go
I will get back to you
As sure as the sun
melts the soot on the snow
 May 2018
Seema
I have been away for too long
In a solitude, burried with remorse
For I've lost a very close loved one
And the situation got worse

I prayed to be taken away
For my life to end
As soon as possible
Coz nothing much was left to mend

Tears rolled down my cheeks
To stop the negative thoughts
Got taken back many times
To untie the invisible knots

Voices got into my ears
That ached to explode my temple
Closing my eyes eveytime
A picture painted, to resemble

It's you, O'mum...that I can't get over with
Life seems, more like a lego
Feelings that can't be put into words
Every bit pierces through the core

Your smile, your beauty, your essence
Has all been captured by this heart
Now, in troubled weak times
Another scene peeps as an art

How will I ever, comfort myself
That now I am all alone
None that are left by my side
All have fallen and gone

May your soul rest in peace
Exactly, a month today
Missing you heaps in this crowded shell
Hope to meet you, someday...


©sim
Voices from my weak heart.
 May 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Being A Man is harder than it looks..
I have no time to talk to any kids today,

Loving myself is difficult than it needs to be..
but I'm not so perfect anyway,

About a week ago I had so much on my mind..
but was happy I was alive,

Love could try to make me happy,
When I'm simply depressed,
Can you replace,
The turmoil and end the rest,
I just wanna run away,

Like a soldier I survived the obstacles,
On the battlefield,
With the cannibals,
Ready to eat away the pride,
Just stay out of my face,

Being A Man is harder than it looks..
I have no time to talk to any kids today,

Loving myself is difficult than it needs to be..
but I'm not so perfect anyway,

About a week ago I had so much on my mind..
but was happy I was alive,

Separation from boys to men are in ties..




but I'll never take away my life.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
 May 2018
GaryFairy
Let Me Go

Let me go I'm not a keeper
I feel your touch getting weaker
No more crying, no more weeper
Even when I'm sinking deeper

Let me go I'm not a holder
I feel your touch getting colder
No more leaning, no more shoulder
Every memory getting older
I had quite a few friends here who have disappeared. Ugh
 May 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

undercover,broken neck,
‎Charlie horse here,
‎from your bones to your sweat,
‎they will all see fear
‎all and all,we all see,
‎all seeing eye your peers,
‎forbidden even for you eyes,two times
the surprise,
We all gotta live in this crule society,
Learning all its secrets like a hive,
can't be hiding bee,
Consuming so much dumb **** in this
world through memory,
But common sense is common sense,
Ain't no conspiracies,
Blind to the fact , when the,
Vultures starts attacking , and they,
Drive the beast up and down every coast.
Love to sway the weak and break the strong,
Time is on our side , we'll move on,
Watch your **** back cause they do the
most.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/05/sway.html
My clock never told the time
and looked silently glum

lost its ticking rhyme
with the pendulum
uprooted to be muted
hands dismantled
so you can guess
it made no progress
sitting pretty still
as I went about on my will
set my own pace
not bothering about the dial's arc
but scheduled my work
according to my when
till declared insane
and sent to asylum.

Since I've been sitting pretty glum
like the dead pendulum.
There upon the foamy waters
boats rock with silent ease
all about reflects the sky
forget me not blue
stretches the miles.
Hushed I watch the majesty
of simple lives
Under the toil of the sun
boatmen sing their nets ashore
shimmering with life
as though the dawn itself were caught
within
a single bell, chimes skylark sweet
keeping time with the rhythm of all.
Calling home calloused hands
to pretty parlours
where rest and the devil take hold.
 May 2018
rained-on parade
You wanted a love like in the movies;
rain drenched white shirts, palms covered
in daisy pollen; I love you more than--
a phone call, long distance, your fingers
curling the telephone wire like you're pulling me
towards you
like a fibre optic pheromone.
Soundtracks of a jazz piano, and old jukebox hits,
flared skirts and Mary Jane shoes, square dancing.

But most of the time, we don't get to choose
the colour of the bedsheets. In this story,
I know you're going to leave me. I can sense
the zoom of your eyes, rolling away from me.
The lighting in the room, like the ones where something
awful is about to happen: a sad, sick orange
like a cheap sunset; the music, or lack thereof,
the way you bite your lip like you're about to
break my heart.

You look to the ground, and I know this is where
the narration will start;

this is the story of the first time
someone broke my heart.  
She's going to look up at me
and say the words,
It's all over-


and in a jump frame
the thunderclap will mask the sound
of my heart shattering, the sob disappearing
into my throat.

You wanted a love like in the movies,
honey,
we all did.

But then the rain came, and the flowers
drowned in their beds.
You left your umbrella by the doorstep,
I hope you don't catch a cold.
I'm not sure why.
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