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 Jul 2020 Johnny's Brother
Indeed
he don't want to keep feelings this way,
because each time he come closer as I move away.
he don't want to seem desperate or unwanted at all,
he just want me to catch him each time when he fall.
he's so tired of always being that first,
he want more that just but don't wanna get hurt.
and as I spill these simple rhyme,
his mind goes looking for me time by time.
why didn't I ask him to dance ?,
during that slow song of endless romance.
can't believe he knew me so well from the start,
now he feels pathetic when I mess with my heart.
he considers me ; I'm just a good day and a stormy night,
just another me that leads him to fright.
#there's a boy
When the day was dying
I was back to the market.

The last time I was there
haggled with her over the price.

She wanted to sell high
I wanted to buy low.

You win she said at last
I bought high
but have to sell low
.

I knew she was lying.

This time she wasn't there.

Someone said
her man had left for another woman
and she hadn't since been seen.

The deepening evening hung like a dagger of pain.

She was never good at bargain.
 Jul 2020 Johnny's Brother
ymmiJ
Bellowing harmonica notes
Over his strumming acoustic cords
Beautiful American poet
Delighting throngs with lyrical gold
Yourself yearning to be so bold
Learning from a master yarner
Awe struck he leaves us so
No other can ever be so cool
 Jul 2020 Johnny's Brother
Chris
Live the light of your lie
I cannot accompany you
The truth would slowly die

I will live working towards light

I'd rather live through lessons

Even when they make me die a little..
Inside..

Than perish in the shadow I'd never see
In the light that would be blinding me
Haunting me as I yearn to be free

A part of me was that life often seen
Accompanying it could never be me
Is that really free?

It left its mark

Thusly I am apart

Working towards my light
The past to be nevermore

It rains sometimes
But the dark has its own light

It does dream
Of making it real

It does work

It can heal..

The face in the mirror..
Are you real?
Washed my hands in ***** water
To cleanse my deepest sins
Caught a ride on a dragonfly
Oh, the places I’ve been
Spent those days in an endless maze
LSD induced
Took my blade and cut my way
Through the issues of my youth

Deaf and blind I knew it all as I shook my angry fist
Clarity met me here at the bottom of life’s pit

Do we cross a point of no return
Do we step beyond to live and learn
If evil’s tempted by all that’s good
Perhaps the scheme is misunderstood
My demon fights for love within
It’s a consuming flame that never ends

As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe

 So dare to put this to the test
And learn to love yourself the best.
Shadows of lost souls roam to and fro or move on.
Rages are red
My opponents black n' blue
The sound of the bell
Means it's time to be fed
And as you know
I never bite off
More than I can chew
In Memory of Evander Holyfield's ear (1962-1997)

Thomas W. Case's Historical Figure Poetry Challenge, Mike Tyson.
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