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Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
In the shade of my carriage,
I think of all the times where
I just wanted to surrender to
my own inner darkness
I have been so afraid of life
of being a seed that never sprouts
My mind would become a storm
of emotion that would take over
me. But just like in the carriage,
there were cracks of light and I
thought of the many friends that
I had made. The many friends who
have supported me, even when I
didn't see my own self-worth and
my own talents. One being the ever
patient, very kind, Queen Sue, one
of many Queens of HP who I am
indebted to. A truly kind and gentle
soul who has broken from her chrysalis,
and flutters her iridescent wings.
Everything she touches grows, and
everyone near and far knows that hers
is a soul that gives so much. When I
boarded the ships and faced the
turbulence of my own stability,
when I was drowning and ready to
close my eyes, I could hear her.
"Don't give up!" her voice as sweet as a psalm
and as one made of pure light, offered me
her hand, and pulled me up so I could
breathe. Though it was hard, I managed
to calm my inner storms and return safe
and sound. As my carriage stops, I peek
out of the window and I can see her
waving from her tower. In her Kingdom
I arrived, and she continues to thrive
And her dynasty will be one of true
glory.
In honor of Queen Sue, one of the many Queens of HP!
And the Angel who Burns with a Kind Heat
Sending you hugs, love and blessings!
^-^
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Ignoring nightmares
Listen to the night's chorus
Moonlight beams vivid
To my fellow Kings and Queens!
I wish you a good night! ^-^
Just a heads up, I'm working on a poem about tea.
Hopefully it will be out tomorrow.
Anyway, sweet dreams everyone!
Night!
Lyn ***
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
Let it grow.

The exertion of the people.
The appliance of the human soul.
A part of the spirit.
It is all the phoenix, it is all.

Let it grow.
Let it grow.
Allow and you will go far,
because the phoenix within you.
It shall reveal itself and it will know.

It shall know the path to take.
Which means you will know,
because you are already the phoenix.
You just have to let go.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
I have spent three long months without you
Stumbling through every day alone
Wondering how you were able to hurt me
Why did you leave me on my own?

What is wrong with me? What did I do?
Don't you love me anymore?
I thought I made you happy
I guess you changed, and that was before.

Feel like I don't even know you
We hardly talk, you are different now
You do not have time to waste on me
A minute more than you can allow.

Can't stand waking up every day
Knowing you don't care how I am
Thanks for asking if I am doing okay
I am broken, and you don't give a ****.
Written 1-23-13
Lily Jul 2018
I think of you whenever
I pass a donut shop.
I see you making coffee
And hovering over the dozen,
Making a game out of picking a donut.
I think of you whenever
I put up Christmas lights.
I see you in front of the church,
Stringing lights on the cross with
The agility of someone half your age.
I think of you whenever
I sit in Bible class.
I see you with your legs
Sprawled out on the pew,
Asking great questions and
Leading thoughtful discussions.
I think of you whenever
I see your grandchildren
Running around in the sun,
Enjoying the life that you gave them.
I think of you whenever
I think of heaven, and I know
That’s where you are, having
Coffee and donuts up in heaven
With your Maker.
Hallelujah!
Written in memory of my friend Pat, who recently suffered a fatal heart attack.
Muskan Bhatia Jul 2018
This journey was beautiful
from a small bud
to a pretty flower.

And before I dry out
or plucked up by anyone
I want to thank
the sun for letting me bloom,
the raindrop for pleasing my soul,
the soil to strengthen the roots,
the stem for not letting me fall
and the air to set me free to swing.

One thing I know,
Is that I will lose my breath
And will die within a few seconds.
I will be just a little flower
which won't be that pretty anymore
but that's how it goes.
Lily Jul 2018
I thank you God, for creating me female, for showing me that Strength doesn't always come from muscle.
I thank you God, for creating me a preacher's daughter, aware From my earliest days about what you have done for me.
I thank you God, for creating my red hair, making me unique Among my friends and peers.
I thank you God, for giving me great friends growing up, allowing Me to see the beauty of friendship from a young age.
I thank you God, for my smarts and intelligence that help me Excel in school, and my ability to help others who are struggling.
I thank you God, for my ability to make new friends easily, and Talk well with kids and adults alike.
I thank you God, for giving me my writing, soccer, and Photography talents, which I can use to praise Your holy name.
I thank you God, for giving me my way with children, and Allowing me love them and help them see you.
I thank you God, for those minutes of solace you give me in the Middle of the night, when I can't sleep and I don't know why.
I thank you God, for allowing me to love; my boyfriend, my Family and friends, animals, the majestic world you have created.
Thank you for the reassurance of your forgiveness, and all the Little things you do for me that I don't even recognize.
This list could go on and on, but you know my heart.
Thank you, God.
Saint Audrey Jul 2018
And I did feel the hands of flightless nights
The gentle pull of fear, mixed into the very heart of bravado
The slightest brush of something wholesome to be found
In a mixture of perverse excitement.

To be found and lost at the same time, the most delicate balance to strike.

Genuine emotion, and the feeling of finding some camaraderie
A shared connection to be found within the binding of togetherness
All for a common intent
An extended hand, reaching out every member

At the peak of deprivation, I've only felt empty
Yet It encompasses completely, immersive like a dream
I comply wholeheartedly
For a poor and bitter end, no doubt
But an airing of my personal grievance, I can't imagine a worse outcome

Segregate, more than human kind all brought together
The kind of closed off system that one can only find in narratives
Completion of which results in a stark understanding that
Time passes
Sarah Mann Jun 2018
You can see slightly
through the discolored leaves
That so lazily blow
With the wind
Flowing slowly behind  
Encouraging them to break
Supporting them to make
The sound that they do.
I wonder if you hear it too
From far faraway hidden to most.
The sound that they have given
Echoes past where is safe,
Past where is hidden.
And a girl with curls
Falling down her back
And eyes wide open
Hears the rustling once again
One that she’s swore she’s
Heard sometime before
It’s a quiet continuous rumble
A soft and welcoming mumble.
I appreciate the brief glance
Into the other side that
I was allowed
Though rarely thanked
In the out loud.
A whisper signals an ending.
Bring forth a closure of sorts.
I resolve to bid farewell
To my place amongst this wonder.
Some different topic material, a little something to remind me of the peaceful and beautiful essence of what nature can be.
June 28, 2018.
skyler Jun 2018
to the boy
who is learning
my favorite song
on piano
just to make
me smile
thank you
for reminding me
that some boys are sweet
like the melodies you play
and not all
are nails on chalkboard

s.s
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