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Rasmia Sep 2016
I had to give up my sexcapes
I started to form an addiction
and realized the control I thought
I had, had me.

No more did it become my great
escapes but left me feeling
confused and unamused...
**** it was getting hard for
me to breathe.

It was hard for me to believe
that I had sunken to that level
treating my body as a worthless
vessel, digging holes in my
soul and I was holding the
shovel.

****, that's deep...
had to look there for
the parts of me I
had lost.

Guess you can say I
got caught up in the sauce.

The satisfaction became a
fraction. Divided myself
in half and was left
with nothing.

Half a mind, half a soul, half
a body I was walking
around incomplete.

You see I forgot I was a
sun Ray and was my beacon
of hope... promise.

I  promised myself to never
travel back down that path
I picked a dandelion and
made a wish.

With help from God I'm
walking on rainbows to
my own *** of gold.

Gotta give Him praise because
sometimes the road got a lil' rough
but I remained strong.
My journey taught me
to be tough.
Taught me to endure
and have faith.

Now today I'm
celebrating because
my life is a parade.
All around the world
The day comes of deep colours
To rehearse things
That are really trueful.

I care about cradle of clouds
Above my head
Black beetles to show oppression
Into their words
When I am my everything, my friend.

Celebration of friendship on the road
Happy whether they help or not
As the sky give an reflection as pure
Then I will have a day of everything.

                         By K-mari ©2016
I write about this poem about what feelings I has today when my teacher saying something about herself trueful.
Rick Warr Sep 2016
now that we know
   the truth of our connection
   the instant bond of our spirits
   the strength of our friendship
   the embers of ****** celebration

let me fan
   your fire
let me be
  the servant of your desire
let me plunge
  the depths of your passion
let me be
   the Lord of your mansion
let me explore
   the valleys of your being
let me be in
   your valleys and ceiling
let me take
   your hand
let me be
   your man
as we climb and stand
   at the peak of your demand
let us explode
   at a height
   with all of our might
till we subside and melt
   with all that we felt
   in post ******* lava

then let me look into your eyes
   complicit with our prize
   of love without bounds
   of love without borders
  of pure love confirmed

unconfined and not contained
free to roam
   every domain
for our foundation
   will ever remain
A lover's lament
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Compatible of two clays mixing in a bowl
Starts His work of sculpture
Until He reaches its perfection
Carving His new creation
Giving it a life through His work
Contributing a new change every year
Calling it a Birthday
Never a step back from His goal
By creating new changes
In His art of sculpture
Not just changes of celebrations
Stepping in of good deeds
Turns you more beautiful
Gifting you wonderful birthdays
Making you feel the best creation of His work
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2016
we make a rickety circle
and the beat takes us all,
bend forward, clap our
hands, sway this way, that,

a bow of arms,
twirl of legs, form
wings, furl, unfurl,
the body confined

in a twist of finality,
the world on a
swirl-round axis
and we curl to

where the planet
began its primal
dance, of scent,
step, musk, air...
The garba is a traditional Indian folk dance festival that celebrates nine forms of Goddess Durga. For nine evenings, especially in North-West India, people dance from evening to dawn to traditional music.
Paul Butters Jul 2016
Here’s a new form of Clerihew,
For Andy Murray who
Won twice at Wimbledon:
The fun has only just begun.

Paul Butters
Celebrating Andy's 3rd Grand Slam Victory out of 11 Finals!
Proud you stand
With your neighbors
Hand in hand
As today you celebrate
The birth of your land

Many atrocities you can't forget
But no country comes without flaws
Today, toss aside your regret
The hate, the crimes and the laws
Spread love to those you've met

Today, proud is how you feel
A lot needs to change
A lot needs to heal
But as you remember
All your fates and all the greats
Today you celebrate the United States
I met my girlfriends family today
Northerners
It was her grandad on her father's sides
Ninetieth birthday but you couldn't tell!
Congratulations
We go out for a meal, enjoying the laughs
They thought I couldn't eat
The giant whaler portion
Of fish and chips

"It's got nowhere to go!"
"Y'don't get fish like that down south"
"You'll never finish that."
"Are you struggling?"
"Good luck with that!"

I only went and ate it all didn't I
Proved them wrong and now I think
I may never ever eat again
A fully suppressed appetite forever
All to make a point and to be
Accepted

To be fair though,
We don't get fish like that down south and
I would eat the giant whaler portion again
Provided someone's doubt in my ability to
Actually eat it swayed me from the large
Ha.
Jotting down memories to make them more than memories.
Brent Kincaid May 2016
It has been a year
Exactly one year to the day
When we decided to say
I do, again, forever, together.

And never a day goes by
That I don’t try to hold you
And tell you again how much
You mean, your voice, your touch.
The only things that matter
Are these smatterings of moments
Like hugs and kisses good morning
And the same at bedtime at night.
These things are right and the best
Better than all the rest in life
Worth any strife, any price,
Several steps beyond nice
They are what fuels my hopes
And my peaceful dreams.

It seems that sometimes quickly
There are tickly moments to bear
Like a bolt out of somewhere
That must be suffered through
But as I do, there are you
Smiling saying it will pass
And just that fast, it does.
What it was is then a memory
And no longer vexes me
Because what is important is us
And not a sorrow that once was.

So, here is yet another toast
To what matters most, you and I
Learning from what has gone by
And building toward a great future
That is the two of us together
And never a regret that we are
Who we are, not wishing on a star
But accepting and reveling
In what we have now
And happy with how
Things can work out for two
Like me and like you.
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