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Druzzayne Rika Aug 2018
Uneven
on dawn
grown

Raw
brawl
while

Stung
plunge
another one
run

limit
each beat
no winning
defeat.
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
You’ve grown on me
like moss and ivy,
slowly at first but
before you know it, I’m
covered in you, and I
choose not to remember
what it was like to be naked.
Rahama Jun 2018
I don't recognize this woman,
The beautiful, strong woman I see;
When I look at my reflection;
In the mirror;
On any reflective surface.

I mull over how much I have changed,
How sophisticated I look now;
How my smile bubbles over with grace;
With wisdom,
How I seem to have everything organized;
All my goals and priorities in order.

I look at this version of myself,
All grown up and more experienced;
And I don't recognize her.
Am I the only who has trouble punctuating poems??? It's annoying (mad face) lol. Thank you for reading ♥♥
Arcassin B Jun 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Strawberry fields forever,
But those old fruit just rot,
In a world so so **** messed-up like man you gotta give it all you got,
The pressures on,
Make sure you don't have tired feet in a giant race we call humans so don't front,
We all get irritated and angry and put on fronts,
So why give your time to someone that's gonna take the clock and Bangs the batteries out of it and make you lose track,
Now head back to the race of life,
Only you decide,
If you wanna die in vain or be liberated,
If your the type,
Or fight your urges and change your life,
It's not hard,  you just got to get your views just right,
I'm sorry but where the **** were you when I got in fights?
Where were you when I got kicked out of my mother house and I had no lights?
Where were you when I was being isolated and all the kids hated and broke my concentration and anxiety had a hold on me bad and,
Everything in this world just make me sad man,
They throwing all of my pride up in the trash can,
But this all just to be a man,
And looking to the most high,  now I understand.

put all insecurities aside for the heir.
‎this world ain't just what it seems,
‎We all have to care,
‎The racists,the fakes,the satanists,
‎we'll leave you all there,
‎We will all risk our lives everyday,
‎The rapture will be here,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute...


Concentrate,
Accelerate,
Don't situate your bodies body.
Your soul.
You better meditate,
And educate,
Just liberate your bodies body.
Behold.
Concentrate,
Accelerate,
Don't situate your bodies body.
Your soul.
You better meditate,
And educate,
Just liberate your bodies body.
Behold.

put all insecurities aside for the heir.
‎this world ain't just what it seems,
‎We all have to care,
‎The racists,the fakes,the satanists,
‎we'll leave you all there,
‎We will all risk our lives everyday,
‎The rapture will be here,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.

Dos.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/06/pacifico-ii.html

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Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
I always looked up to you
I'm not talking about your height
For your ability to hold me
And make everything seem alright

From a young age you spoiled me rotten
Still do, though I moved out and live on my own
I will always be your little girl
No matter how much I have grown
Tbis is actually about my dad. I miss the person he was. He has changed so much.
Sarah Isma May 2018
This is the end of our childhood
and loss of innocence,
A kid grown but stuck young in the state of mind,
We are responsible yet reckless,
We are bright but almost always
never right,
We are so free yet chained to these
**** awful lies.
i'm still not over the capability of myself knowing that i- can't ever go back to when things were as they was. I have to move on, grow up and leave things behind. I can't be in my own paradise forever because... i just CANT
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
The hellish conditions I lived through last year
All the sad truth in painful lessons I was shown
Each one took a piece of my happiness
Because of the dark my heart has grown
It's crazy to think that me of all people are capable of growth...
Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie de vivre and doth add dorn
more resplendent than any horn
of plenty, and aye can only imagine
     more precious than fine spun gold
ah...how this papa doth recall,
     when he didst hold

and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy
     and taking stock,
     how she (christened
     Eden Liat) didst mold

herself into an autonomous offspring,
     rarely receiving a scold
cuz, she most times seemed well mannered
     and infrequently told,

and thus said benevolent prized progeny
     required no special programming nor app
even when a child, adolescent or,
     latte (sipping) teen,
     this genetic bounty evinced

     laser like thinking
     with a custom made thinking cap
although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap
toward the missus or me,
     (the latter and former

     markedly differed asper child rearing,
     which unseen rift
     engendered a figurative gap
mollycoddling, holding, consoling,
     et cetera distraught daughter on me lap

which cradling, fas incubating, rocking...,
     which oft found
     this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap
twas at such poignant bonding moments,
page number two.

     aye DID NOT decry the parent trap,

thus now, special "gifts"
     with bittersweet motions bespeak
as tears (viz - ode to joy)
     stream down each stubbled cheek
this middle aged grown man,
     doth recollect with embarrassment
     how as a teen thyself as classic "geek"
whereat mine demeanor extremely meek
AND let NO chanced avail

     for one to take a peak
and now...unstoppable
     grievousness awoke,
     oh no...nothing un speak
or print able did occur only a human weak

ness, when thine voice
     un-necessarily raised yet,
blink back moistened
     slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set

tills within this intelligent
     well read and let
hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life"
...listening to thee

     beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet
an em ma nant treasured
     valuable accouterment tummy life...
     YOU BET!
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