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 Apr 2013 Mike Winegar
Sarina
Mother Earth has birthed billions of nymphets
knees that flirted with their socks so much it left prints
coquettes gyrating Bubble Yum
         on digits, her sunglasses’ stems,  a split end.

Mother Earth gave us nymphs so
bodies would not be loamless either, so we can be as
fertile as gorges far from any lofted stone wall.

Mother Earth, that she was never nubile
labored faunlets with pink gumwads upon their genitals

and frothed when one creation alit inside another.
 Apr 2013 Mike Winegar
jerely
You are a lovely poet
Don't you know that?
You are glamorous 
Sparkling so brilliant shine
Those tears of yours is like a crystal beam from the star
It forms a dust to silver
You are indeed beautiful
Bir or small
Your lovely writings makes
Everyone astonish same goes by the river
The ocean from within
The tidal waves that touches your skin
You are loved and respected by everyone
The ink of your pen
Is unique and different to everyone
Cause to your heart and soul
You are a lovely poet
Created by God
Don't be ashame 
You are talented
You are terrific
You are beautiful
And you are beauty by the art of the heaven.
Dedicated to all HP poet!!!
Hope u guys have a lovely day!!! <333
...Of the thoughts that
make up the madness in my
head
there's one that stirs every
bit of
sanity
left in my soul
And I try to find the calm
that I used to know
But I
get angry trying to find it in the
middle of the confusion
Why
I wonder
of all the things I know and
those things that I
thought I know
this would create a nightmare that
drags my soul towards a
road under the scorching sun
I thought
hangover of regrets were the worst
but obviously they are
not...
Mek
Feb22.13
I was sweeping yesterday and its heartache under the mat
but I stopped when I got to that
part
where the pieces of my broken heart shone lightly in the morning sun.
Then I carried on
what's gone is gone and it's no use me crying now.
But how and why it ended badly
left me weeping sadly
I don't know.

One of life's mysteries that show up now and again
to drown you in a sea of pain
strip you naked like a jain
what a shame
I really like her lots
but she liked lots of other men
and that could never do
it was me and you or nothing
in the end it was nothing
and nothing I could say
would make her stay.
She'd just stray again
leave me sweeping yesterday again
I can do without the pain.
Shame.
 Apr 2013 Mike Winegar
Redshift
yesterday
dad took the huge mess that was sitting in the entryway
and stuffed it into the nearby closet.
i didn't realize what he'd done
until i opened the door
and had it all come tumbling out at me.
i teased him today
was that his idea of cleaning up?
i laughed
you just moved the mess, is all!
he looked at me
said
i don't care
as long as i don't have to
look at it
it's better.
...and i thought...
somewhere
there is a closet inside of me
full of old
sneakers
funny soap children in a hollow tree like boo radley.
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