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The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already

Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013


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Drowning

drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet

drowning...

mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent

drowning...

quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp

while...

hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp

drowning...

yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation

feeling...

a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation

drowning...

whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you

as...

faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue

drowning...

i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare

and still...

i fight with every suffocating breath left within

to surface and to cling onto

another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013


Details | Cowboy |

An Old Cowboy

An Old Cowboy

An old cowboy left yesterday.
Once drove herds over open range.
Many hardships along the way,
But a life he would never change.

Heard sound of cattle full stampede.
Rode days in slush up to his knees.
Tall in the saddle on his steed.
Broke, but had all a cowboy needs.

Up before dawn most of his days.
Often playing an old guitar,
Singing tunes about dusty trails,
And lost loves that were torn apart.

Old age and time at long last struck.
Glory gone like western ghost town.
Life’s work over and spent last buck,
A cowboy king without a crown.

Withdrew in deep grief and doubt,
His way of life had gone away.
Last words, “head ‘em up; move ‘em out”,
Old cowboy died yesterday

Copyright © David G. Moore | Year Posted 2017

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English Cowboy

English Cowboy


I see a Cowboy walking down the street…
He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been.
He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him.
If I bought myself a cowboy hat, they still would never smile at me.
Because I’m an English man in England,
I cannot stand out from the crowd;
But the Cowboy walking down this London street,
He ain’t looking like no clown.


He owns his style and he walks so proud;
That is something I could never do.
In this place I am always lost, somehow.
Maybe if I went to his land, I could find myself in tune.


He’s heading for his hometown;
I’m walking out on mine.
I see him at the airport,
Waving all those smiling ladies goodbye.
When we land over in his land,
He just becomes the same as all the rest.
I walk into the nearest bar and order myself a drink…
Oh my God!  I love your accent!


I’m a stranger in a stranger town
And I feel as if I’m right at home.
I’m so glad I left those London streets;
Maybe I could have stayed, but sometimes you just have to go…
	

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

B13-POEM 25 OUR WISH FOR YOU

POEM 25 OUR WISH FOR YOU 



EVERYDAY WE WISH THE BEST FOR YOU TO BE THE BEST PERSON YOU CAN. 

THIS IS A VERY BIG WISH FOR YOU TO DO IS BE THE BEST THAN THE REST, 

THEN YOU WILL KNOW THAT EVERY ONE KNOW YOU IS THE BEST 

YOU IS OUT THERE EVERY WHERE!!! 



BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017