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THE SMELL OF PURPLE


she says
she can
smell yellow


she says
she can
smell blue


despite
not being able to
spell either colour


“Yellow smells the same as blue.”
“...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire


red smells like
Mummy
when she kisses


her kisses
smell different
when she kisses you


then she smells
like flames
with little orange tips


purple is my favourite smell
it smells just like
a magic spell!”


I kiss her
goodnight
like lilac(only lighter)


with little flecks
of purple
scattered here & there
 Aug 2021 Steve Page
My Dear Poet
When I die, bury me on my belly
Lay me down flat, below those above
So when I’m gone, they’ll know
I never turned my back
on the ones I love
Jack paid a visit
to our township overnight
leaving his white frost
 Jul 2021 Steve Page
Mitch Prax
Why do you expect
life to give back what life
has taken away?

6:29 PM
12/7/21
For the first time in my
life, I saw colors- not like
normal people see colors; my recent woman
sees colors all the time.
This morning, there was
purple splashed all over my room.
Once, in her sleep, she said
the word 'purple.'
I asked her what it meant,
she said, 'Knowledge of the future.'
I know she will try and ***** this
sickness out of me; God Bless her.
What do I know about the future?
I know it looks bleak, and the
doves are crying.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_arvp3Q6C8c
Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
I'm really scared,
I fear bugs and flying insects,
But they are not my biggest fears,
I fear worms and spiders,
But they are not my major fear,
Even if I sum up all my fears,
Everything I'm most scared of it still can't compete with one,
The fear of You,
I fear that one day you will become we,
I fear that one day we will become three,
I fear that one day three will have a dog,
Such beautiful fears I have of you,
I'm really scared,
That one day you will walk away,
And leave me fearless.
                              Iwa.
 Apr 2020 Steve Page
rose hopkins
Isolation
is when the only place
to hide
is inside yourself.
written whilst worrying about all the victims of abuse trapped in isolation with an abuser :(
 Apr 2020 Steve Page
Lyndsey
I talk to my cats,
to the shadows on the wall,

I talk to myself,
or I don't talk at all.

I'm swirling in thoughts
that won't stay away.

I spend far too much time
wasted this way.

Stuck somewhere between
depressed and numb,

My only reprieve,
sitting in the sun.

Moments while the rays
illuminate my skin

I don't feel so trapped,
I dont feel shut in.
For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. ♡
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