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Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
Arthur Lee was with me in Vietnam,
Forever Changes is the sound track behind the
******* and Radioman
and the old survivor grandpa guy who wont keep a gun in the house,
but knows where to get one,
if it ever comes to that,
again...
tri-alogues
never can say, they say, I don't know, I 'd say if I am as I think
I am able to say hey

Yahweh, could we know this the song Arthur Lee was
singing into a a can can we say
canwe wish we were there and not need

the pain. Cannon to the west of us, big one five fives,

rattle my walls, and I see the chameleons go green to blue

I was there, it was not scary... I survived,
got a dispensation

for being good for nothing.
I could not even give my life, without it coming back,

to help you stop imaging-projecting life could lose, if you ***** up.

Don't lie. Do that one, until it is habit, you have,
be having you as true known to you as true.
not imagined

no believed lie allows a shadow of turning on the moon...
nonsense, or not

accuse me of knowing satan is not a sentient being empowered
to punish me for thinks.
accuse me of being sure i know that.

I am the knower of truth as defined by

whose authority... mine. To thine own self, be true, I judge me,
you judge you, we each judge every message,

each signal, all the signs we give meaning to, as we learn,
everybody knows,

these are those days when everything changed
and we
overlooked our duty to prevent it.

We were sorta thinking peace is a makers thing, it can be made.

So I made some, and I still had some from yesterday,
so, if your world is fractured, you can stick some in the holes so

when wicked peace is out of the question, peace,
just peace,
not servitude, just peace, is possible,

on earth, 2020. There are these ideas, Eumenides... those
are on stage...

they know how revenge works. Mortals have no clue.
As all the literature testifies.
I have this habit i am working on making stronger
"You are late"
Said the so full of fact
Business Studies Teacher
Nicked, "Mrs Fatso".

It's like
    her account's green
    turns red
On the account of
    Leke's grin


I'm terrified
At why Leke is never
terrified!

Cos as soon as
   that was said about
   Grand Pa
We saw him
    no more

And from what I saw
   in the poster
He changed his first name
   to the same

-Pastorlee
Why Joy in lateness?
Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
It starts with only a sip
Swish
Swallow
Turns to a chug
Shot is soon to follow

Next have a drink
What damage could one do?
First wasn't bad
Why not two?

A beer switches to six-packs
Twelve-pack to a keg
Before you know
You are on your last leg

A glass of wine daily is fine
Til glass grows into a bottle
Coasting gently one second
Next speeding wide-open
Scared
Full-throttle

What begins as play and fun
Soon escalates to live-or-die
Stops being casual
You partake without knowing why

The line between both are fuzzy
Tipping point never clear
Problem is you cannot see it
After you approach near

Once you have crossed there's no going back
Life becomes a sinking ship
Pause a minute and ask yourself
"Is it worth the cost?"
Before choosing to take that "harmless" sip
I got a typewriter for my birthday and this is the first poem I wrote using it
Nandini yadav Apr 2020
चलो गुज़रे हुए वक़्त में चलते हैं
अपने प्यार की शुरुआत फिर से करते हैं
कहानी के कुछ पन्ने जो रह गए थे अधूरे
साथ मिलकर उन्हें फ़िर से लिखते हैं
चलो गुज़रे हुए वक़्त में चलते हैं,,
हर बात को पूरा न करना जैसे आदत थी तुम्हारी
यही वज़ह थी जो रह गयी अधूरी कहानी हमारी
तुम जो बिना बोले समझाने की कोशिश करते थे
ख़ुद भी उलझ जाते और मुझे भी परेशान करते थे
तुम्हारी इस आदत में थोड़ा सुधार करते हैं
चलो गुज़रे हुए वक़्त में चलते हैं,,
तुम लिखना उन बातों को जो कभी कह न सके
मेरे होकर भी कभी मेरे हो न सके
मेरे साथ तो थे तुम लेकिन पास नहीं
तुम्हारी कमी को बयां कर सकें
मेरे पास वो अल्फ़ाज़ नहीं
इस अधूरेपन को आज दूर करते हैं
चलो गुज़रे हुए वक़्त में चलते हैं,,

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Let's go through the past


...Let's go through the past
Let's start our love again
Some pages of the story
that were left incomplete
Write them together again
Let's go through the past,
Do not complete everything as it was your habit
This was the reason that left our incomplete story
You who tried to explain without speaking
They used to get entangled and harass me too
Improve your habit a little bit
Let's go through the past,
You write things that you could never say
I can never be mine
You were with me but not close
Tell me your lack
I don't have that alpha
Remove this incompleteness today
Let's go through the past,
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Desired Dreamer May 2020
And I guess loving you
became a habit, so here
I am trying to conquer it
but as they say,
‘old habits die hard’.

©Desired Dreamer (Bhupen)
Vish Apr 2020
fill my cup
fill it up with poison
let it burn my throat
let it corrode the insides of my body
let it leave behind a carnage
let it destroy everything in me
i feel alive
in its damage
i feel comfort
in its pain
i feel thirst
for its venom
i taste nectar
in its bitterness
i see an antidote
in this deadly elixir
and there is no stopping
until i consume the very last drop
i have some bad habits and no i don’t mean alcohol
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
Every time I attempt to change
Find myself somehow stuck
A period of indecision
Or pit of endless bad luck

Temptation is a persistent *******
Keeping on a high ledge
Put a stick in my moving spokes
Taking away the edge

Medicine will not let me run too far
Invading corners of my mind
Coerced into staying here
Relief I only briefly find

I saw a future temporarily
Moment quickly burned out
Was making steady progress
Turned around and went a different route
About relapsing
mjad Apr 2020
The name pops up on my screen
It's been months, but I never leave you on seen
It's a habit I just can't kick
And you're a person I hate to miss
I close my eyes and feel it all
The years of tears
From laughter and love
To heartbreak and hurt
All from you
And you always pop back up
Texting to talking to drives
To parking spots and rendezvous
It's always you
Then yelling and screams
More tearing at the seams
You'll never hear my name
And be able to close your eyes
And not see me
Or hear me
My words in your ear
Hands on your face
In love or pity
In passionate routine
A forever
That you thought was me
Is only a cycle of names on a screen
And I'm not the one that goes back
I'm the one that's gone back too
It's not me
It's you
Tiana Mar 2020
Staying silent isn't an option
Rather it has became a habit for us,
The habit
That's letting blood , cries and greenhouse gases
To stain our world's beautiful canvas;
Let's raise our voices and let our actions speak for our world
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