Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Colm Jan 2019
When the sun and moon and stars align
And the darkness is most bitter sweet
On the backside of our turning time
With inches meaning less and less
It's where our two perspectives meet

And when the rolling river cuts its path
Down beneath the deep, the grand abyss
As the ages pass on through and trough
That's when I will recant
That’s when I will return to you

For as the arrows fly and pass you by
So the winds of change flow steadily on
Both forward and through every tree
Yet inching towards to former fount
Only when in stillness will I ever be

For it's between this heaven and this earth
Between the sun and moon and land and sea
It is WHEN we only care about
When it ought to be the man to be

Heaven our impatience
Earth our wonder
Wind a wandering mind to keep
Between is no other
When? WHEN.
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
You are my candy, so sweet.
I am lost without you; I can not compete.
When I am with you I feel complete.
This is the kind of loss I can not defeat.
When I lick the skin it tastes sumptuous.
Your lips are scrumptious.
Oh no what happened I miss you so much.
With all the moments we shared; I still long for your touch.
I want to skip the dinner and go right to desert.
Now that you have gone away I miss the way we flirt.
The way you hair smelled.
I must confess I fell under your spell.
You hurt me when our kingdom of love fell.
If you were here right now, I would kiss your lips and deeper into love I would have fell.
I am hooked on you and can not resist.
I need you again or will no longer exist.
Although you made your choice.
I must respect that; though I miss the sound of your voice.
I hope to love someone like you again.
Someone to take my love; everlasting until my peaceful end.
Do you realize what memories I perceive.
I will keep your picture and when I see it I feel relieved.
No, I am not telling this to deceive.
I just hope the peace between us has been released.
But I never want to feel as alone as I do now.
Your love will always stand tall in me, this I vow.
Ciara Jones Jul 2018
A painted mirror
With the image of love
Only intended to show her exterior
No matter the size of the shove

They pick spitefully
Tossing flecks of dried work
But she responds oh so delightfully
Forgetting her crafted worth

Born to show others an image they'd like to perceive
Dead to have not even the maker grieve
PoserPersona Jun 2018
Seeing is believing, for which we can perceive
Believing is seeing, for which we can't perceive
There are infinite things that are, let alone aren't
That we cannot even dream of, let alone chart
Living in shadows of a universe unknown
From stardust we are born, where from death do we go?
When we started we could see
People laughed and we didn't care
Now we getting up there
We will holler that we over here
With our God our fear
We won't be afraid
For our time is not near
But our time is now and here
For us to be revered
By those who once jeered
At us when others cheered
For they could see
That we didn't care
About what people said!
When you have ideas only, it takes faith to hold on to what you believe in even when friends and family discourage you.
rose Dec 2017
The way people perceive you isn't gospel
You're one of those flowers freckled alongside the highway
Always mistaken as a ****
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"The Look of Innocence"


I saw the look of innocence
Which i used to call stupidity
In the eyes of fresh young bodies
Moving freely about the planet
To see if they can find themselves
Or some thing worth it to be
Or merely exciting the senses
I don't know which but i guess
And think i know a big mistake
That fades a bit from time to time
To let me perceive now and then
New realities and or concepts
Like the look of innocence
Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017
*
Even if I want to speak truth,
I don't think I can
I don't know if I know the truth
do you? really?

Maybe truth reside somewhere far
I know what I thought about,
what I perceived truth
can be true, may be not?

I'm never entirely sure,
what I have as truth is true
or what is the colour of raw truth.
......?
maybe that I'm clueless is the truth?

G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
Search
and ye will perceive
that you have been pursued

Pursued
and perhaps persuaded
Then prevailed upon
through and through

Prevailed within a purpose
a purpose of the truth
The truth of a proclamation

Proclaiming the promise
of pure and perfect Love
for You.

  -R.

(05)
-TX
RVSD.
©ASGP
saeesha Aug 2017
Such is the beauty of rainfall,
How it descends with a sound so dulcet,
How it transcends a feeling so euphoric
And such dazzle it exhibits
Like one, no one would dare to neglect.
But it makes me upset
How chaps romanticize rain,
They are fooled so much by the affection of their beloved
For they do not realize
The way it washes away the pain.

Little raindrops fall on my body
Fusing with my skin;
Oh, how they tell me to live
When they speak to me and tell me to
Nourish, and give life to my surroundings.

One may wonder that how
The rain makes me feel such way.
They fail to realize that the downpour
For me, is just a reflection of the ideal life
I perceive.
Next page