Poetic T: Favorites

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Melissa S

When the last person living
Takes their last breath
Stares down the darkness
and meets their hour of death
Birds will not cease singing
The trees will still grow
The tide will still pull
and the wind will still blow
The sun will still come out
As will the moon
The leaves will still sprout
and the flowers still bloom
It is only our arrogance
Which makes us think we
are at the axis of all
That we touch and see
Life will go on without us
Year after year
We will just become the people
That once lived here

Oct 2017 Poetic T

this little poem

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Mike Hauser

this little poem

Pick me, pick me
Said the little poem from the back
It has been in the line so long
Longing to be read

It knows that it is special
You can see it in its rhyme
It just needs someone to read it
Spare a few minutes of their time

It tries its best not to sound desperate
As no one likes a whiny poem
Also knows some poems are more meaningful
And just wants to get along

It wasn't written by a famous poet
Like Dickinson or Walcott
But does it matter whose hand the pen is in
When you're jotting down your thoughts

As it now stands it'll stay in back
Waiting for the opportunity
To attract someone to take a chance
And give this little poem its read

Oct 2017 Poetic T

tell me a secret

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Mike Hauser

tell me a secret

hand me a secret
i'll give you a lie
say that i'll keep it
till the day that i die

whatever you say
is safe with me
until the moment
that i set it free

when you tell me a secret
i could explode
i'll drum roll and beat it
till everyone knows

strike up the band
call the dogs home
bend a few ears
polish the crome

tell me a secret
i'll never confess
that i'm soon to share it
with everyone else

as soon as i have it
in my hot little hands
i'll let go it, they'll know it
throughout the land

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Stars and half moon

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Donna

Stars and half moon

Pretty stars in sky
Romantically twinkling
Making the moon wink

On way to Chalet and the stars in sky and half moon tis amazing it was a lovely moment :)

#haikustyle

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Haunting

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Meg

Haunting

Your touch haunts me.

I feel you in the most intimate places.

Possessing my soul.

Not even a priest can save me from you.

#depression #anxiety #sexualassault #haunting #dark #shortpoetry #ptsd #triggering

Oct 2017 Poetic T

❤ My Five Precious Daughters ❤

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

❤ My Five Precious Daughters ❤

I would swim a never-ending ocean,
Climb a mountain
That reaches into the sky,

Hike through treacherous bushlands,
I would challenge any staircase, Regardless of how high!

I would inhale the Earths atmosphere,
I would pocket every galaxy and star,

I would drain every deep-sea,
Lake, lagoon and river,
Anything to keep them nearer,
Rather than far!

I would fly to the edge of reality,
I would hitchhike across the globe,

I would skydive from the heavens,
I would carry a mountainous load...

To be with my five precious daughters. .

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Happy 15th Birthday Amanda F (A.F)
My Precious 1st Born ❤⚘

My precious 1st born, Amanda, was born 15 years ago today!
Wishing her everything that makes her heart smile and her soul shine brightly.
I will never forget the day she was placed into my embrace. The day she made me believe, more than ever before, that love could be unconditional and pure.
So proud of her and her sisters.
May she always live encompassed by light and.love. May she grow to be brave and strong. May she always know her worth and live bravely.
Happy 15th, my precious girl!
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘

Oct 2017 Poetic T

It's up to you...

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Mike Hauser

It's up to you...

It's up to you...
in how you do it
It's up to you...
in how you live
It's up to you...
if you never knew it
It's up to you...
in what you give
It's up to you...
to smile through it
It's up to you...
hit or miss
It's up to you...
save or lose it
It's up to you...
how deep you dig
It's up to you...
in how you play it
It's up to you...
in how it's kept
It's up to you...
in how you say it
It's up to you...
in where you step
It's up to you...
in how you spin it
It's up to you...
how you place your bets
It's up to you...
from the beginning
It's up to you...
until your death
It's up to you...

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Slip and slide into my brain.

Oct 2017 Poetic T

Paul Hardwick

Slip and slide into my brain.

Woman you know who
your all looking so good
wiggly that again
trying to **** up my brains
Woman this must stop
and I'll be no use
walking two steps behind myself at times
four stops behind you

Woman the colors
imagine that

Arnold Everyman
was as high, as high can be
but had no brains
knew no names of things
all he knows is the beauty
that there unfolds
in front of himself
no brainer
all unfolds.

Maybe next week P@ul.

***.

Oct 2017 Poetic T

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Oct 2017 Poetic T

Phoenix Rising

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drug addicts are just rich people without money.