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 Apr 2015
Tania Crocker
You pretend I'm not there,
You pretend like you don't care,

You only run to me when you need me,
But I'm always, always there,

I thought you were mine to keep,
But there you go shredding me into pieces,
over and over again.

So here's to goodbye,
Here's to the memories we build,
Here's to where I draw the line.

So don't come running after me when it's a little to late,
Cause It was your lost, not mine.
I was there, always have been, always was.

But, now I'm not to sure anymore.
Because I'm tired of it all.
I want to be chosen, captivated by heart.
Not just needed and thrown aside.

So cheers,
Here's to goodbye.
 Apr 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
Another day over
Sitting down to share a drink
I made it through another one
Now, it's time to sit and think

Did I give my best today?
Did I turn the other cheek?
I'll try to be a better man
Than I was this time last week

Am I better than I was?
Did I do all I could do?
Did I listen to the word?
Am I the many or the few?
Did I do what I had promised?
Did I make my family proud?
Did I ask to be forgiven?
Did I take all that's allowed?

Another week's upon us now
Time to work hard and do well
The end result's a mystery
A success....too soon to tell?

At the end I'll sit and summarize
Count my blessings and my wrongs
Put the negatives aside for good
And put the blessings in my songs

Am I better than I was?
Did I do all I could do?
Did I listen to the word?
Am I the many or the few?
Did I do what I had promised?
Did I make my family proud?
Did I ask to be forgiven?
Did I take all that's allowed?
 Apr 2015
MKF
I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.
 Apr 2015
Sydney Marie
I'm done crying,
but my mind has not.

It's writhing in pain and misery,
but my heart has stopped.
 Apr 2015
wordvango
the rhyming with erotica
and crime the passe difference
The heartbeats lost,
the so called toughness,
the manliness, heee
**** all you tough guys.
The tougher ones who stayed
around providing for their offspring
are the men among us. Those who had the
strength to say I love you, and ******'
meant it. all you tough Mf's look deeply,
why did you hate?
' cause maybe
You think?
No man was around to give you,
the love u missin"?
 Apr 2015
Cellar D'or
Let our division
Cohere by vision
By the addition
Of my incision
Into your provision
Starting a rhythm
Leading soft attrition
Against our intuition
Of intruding contrition
And letting go...

Of our inhibitions.
 Apr 2015
Traveler
With restless soul
I travel these roads
I long for a heart
Of solid gold

You got to be going somewhere to get lost
And so I'm only out here gathering moss
I sleep away in nocturnal gloom
When the darkness hides the hopeful moon

When the daylight comes
I'll break camp and go
Beyond the next ridge
Where nobody knows...
 Apr 2015
blythe
In my heart
I kept you
I hold you dearly -
Closely;
The thought of losing you
Makes my heart ache -
Painfully.
Those days I spent
Without you,
I feel like dying
Of loneliness.
But now,
I have set you free -
Free from me,
May you be happier
With your new life,
With the new people in your life.
I know,
She will take care of you,
Love you
More that I could offer you now.
I might not have much time
To spend with you now;
You might just be lonely alone
And that is the last thing that I want to happen;
I only want you
To be loved
And feel loved
Forever.
I may be far away from you now
But in my heart,
You will always be here.
Hey, there! Thanks for reading :)
Another poem I have written for inanimate things - the toys I have donated to a little girl. I love my toys so much but I am grown up now. I will not be able to play with them again so I better give it to someone who will take care and love them - who will have time to play with them :)
 Apr 2015
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
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