I do not know?
To Never Breathe Again
No breeze in the night-time
The winter weather goes
The heat runs out of sunshine
Spring is passing a different change
The last fresh air we use
The world's gone strange
The weather's confused
No autumn leaves to rearrange
No whispers in the wind
The air is dry
No pouring in the rain
The storm does not cry
No loudness in thunder
The lightning no longer strikes high
No one then wonders
The answer is why?
The water is not splashing
No clouds in the sky
The weather's not passing
Can the weather just die?
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
Copyright © Suki Spangles | Year Posted 2015
They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
Quickly I sat up for I knew it was late .
My sleep has been so good since we came together,
The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart ,
Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
Mesmerised I watch
Dancing sakura fireflies
Our natures epoch
Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
for bruce springsteen...
it was a rain-swept monsoon day
way back then, so many moons away
when i felt the music strumming in my veins
setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins
you sang of simple truths,
your verse spoke to people just like me
in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night
as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight
'bobby jean' spoke to me
of that girl down the street
glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet
and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart
led me down further roads of thunder
when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on
and never to surrender
to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run
while i danced in the dark
with memories vivid and stark
even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark
and then a 'human touch' came along
and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song
and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes
as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies
in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned
as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned
and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up
working on a highway of scattered ideals
and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup
well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road
with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad
but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night
just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
“We made a fire that night.” “Do you remember?”
My front was hot
My back was as cold as hell
A frozen lake unwrapped itself before me
And lay solid like giant cubes in disarray
as if stuck fast to the inside of the wall
of a forgotten fridge-freezer compartment
“We looked up into the sky” “Surely you remember”
Their! Their! Hale Bopp presented itself like pieces phosphorous,
which had made its escape from the end of an old match
Dancing through the space in slow motion
like a Catherine-wheel that had lost it's pin
”You do remember, don’t you?” “Say you do”
It crept slowly across the fabric of the night sky
Continuing on its mechanical, melancholic return journey back to the sun.
Leaving behind in its wake,
bits of old cogs,
some second hands,
and some postcards from a long lost and forgotten letter box.
Throwing out its sodium streaks , which ripped through space
Like a beer stained 1980’s asteroids gaming console
in the corner smoke filled wine bar in Bordeaux
Only to makes its return in 4534
“ You will come and see me again?”. “Say you will “ “Please”
Copyright © Tony Kirk | Year Posted 2013
Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings.
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.
Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013
The great one glides to her ultimate destiny
Soon to etch in time an infamous legacy
All souls aboard not knowing their fate
An iceberg ahead,
just lying in wait
This huge ship of iron,
cutting so easily through a wave
About to send so many to a watery grave
Dozens of safe crossings by it Captain so proud
Confidence buoyed by calm seas,
and nary a cloud
Little children run and play on her gigantic deck
The Lord knowing for some,
their parent's last trek
completely oblivious of the future
Set plans for America,
and offspring they'll nurture
Yet this massive ocean,
Earth's giver of life
Can be so unforgiving,
making widows of many a wife
The rich and the poor,
standing shoulder to shoulder
Going down with Titanic,
never to grow older
As loved ones in life boats,
hear those horrible cries
They are doomed to relive them,
for the rest of their lives
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert William Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
I remember after three weeks of fasting
and praying with heart and soul,
pleading to The Lord that He help me,
that He hasten to me and console.
Then one day in April,
as I stood by a mighty river:
I looked and suddenly there before me,
appeared a vision that caused me to shiver.
The vision was about to speak to me.
I grew pale and weak with fright;
then fell to the ground face downward
unable to bear the sight.
His eyes were like pools of fire,
with feet and arms of polished brass;
and like the sound of a mass of people
His voice roared strong and vast.
He placed his hands upon me.
I was lifted up from the ground;
and as my knees were trembling,
the voice began to resound:
"Oh dear Daniel, beloved of God,
listen to what I have to say: Do not fear!
For I have been sent here
to answer your prayer this day."
"Soon a mighty battle will come to pass
evil powers will fight against The Lord;
but God's faithful will hold firm until the end...
then the righteous shall receive their reward at last."
By Milton Lopez Delgado
Adaptation from The Book of
Daniel Chapter 10
The Living Bible
September 16, 1984
Copyright © Milton Lopez Delgado | Year Posted 2009
The darkness slumbered in rest its still ness gentle cotton layer sheets.
Lingering life holds fast to see the light full and bright.
Hours will pass we hold strong.
Copyright © chase will | Year Posted 2016
Rain comes down as the ski goes dim as the water falls in puddles and puddles into
cracks in the sidewalk and grass routes and into holes in the pavement runs deep
Copyright © William Herzog | Year Posted 2016
WHO IS TO BLAME
Life never the same, hope almost gone, whose to save me
Trying to reach no hand stretched, I gave up, simply I was weak in a hole I call home
Although I never stood up, I stood in and all hope lost
Fading slowly, memories running in my heart although the mind wonders off
Trying to cover my shame I never knew what I was doing
All was lost to the memory it might come back, it wont I learnt and so I did
Well God never gave up on me is the hope I never revealed
For long was the hope gone, abundance in grace shall I receive?
For what was not told was revealed and to what was told faded
Life was a lesson that all hoped to learn and just couldn’t deal with reality
Chances come and all are blind to see that all is there to it is faith
Three things in life when gone never come back and that Is the secret
Time, words, opportunity, all is the secret to what can make one or brake one
I was never told the secret to living life but all I found was dry, wounded hearts
Life spend with regrets is life lived not recognized by the mistakes made
Time wasted might not be regained but all I do is time what I do
Same as last they never did learn the weapon of life that could make them
Hope was not lost but forgotten and unleashed to when great trials came
Do time in plea with God and all shall be discovered to make trials forgotten. KAREN.F
Copyright © karen mathe fumani | Year Posted 2015
Far into the north laid his domain
Oscillated by the vanities of life
He sought the principles of para psychology,far from being called ordinary
He grew in wisdom and understanding
Disoriented by nature's demise
He turned away from mother nature
A product of love that never loved
With his heart stuck in his jeans
He walked through pain and hate
Slowly developing his disparity
He gladly disembarked from love's ship
And ran from hate to embrace pain
Far into the east he battled riful
Like a seed slowly germinating
He rose higher on each new defeat
Cursed by the sun and moon,he
Seeked comfort in a cave far north.
Slowly claiming fortune and fame
The whole north turned to ISLEY.
Copyright © Eke jeffrey chinedu | Year Posted 2017