Make Your MarkYou were born to be something special and uniqueMake Your Mark11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were born to create a mark on someone's life
Whether it was something large like changing the world
Or something small like enriching minds
There was a reason to why you were born
And you should find that reason
And though the battle scars never fade
From all the wars you thought you would never win
Though there may be times where you feel alone
Like you're one versus one hundred and all odds are against you
You were born to make your mark
And you shouldn't give up til its made
The War on The OppressedThe oppressors unknowingly force the oppressed to use drugs that heighten awareness, by draining them of everything they have. This leads to a better understanding of the relationship between the oppressed and the oppressors. The war on drugs is a war on awareness. A war on understanding. One day, the oppressed will create a war on oppression.The War on The Oppressed1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
TwilightThe Sun's tearful farewellTwilight1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
His domain in the sky
Marred by blood
As his pale silent sister
Rises to take his place
Bringing a courtship of stars
Twilight, neither night nor day
The place half forgotten dreams stay.
God's ThumbprintA silver orb it danglesGod's Thumbprint10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
High in the sky of night,
Among the starry hosts that flicker
The moon glows with softened light.
Casting light on mortals below
It shines on forevermore.
Remember my child when you gaze upward
And see the silvery orb above,
That there is a God who loves.
The moon is His thumbprint marked in the skies
Though the night's eternally dark.
For the world He holds in His hands
As He holds us all.
UNDER MY GARDENER'S FACELord please take me, your seed, and plant me deepUNDER MY GARDENER'S FACE1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
In soil rich with your grace
Where, rooted in you, I can be something new
Under my Gardener’s face.
Lord please take me, your seed, and train my vines
To climb the trellis you made
Where, following you, I can go somewhere new
Under my Gardener’s face.
Lord please take me, your seed, prune my sick leaves
Throw them into the waste
For each time you do, I’m healthier by you
Under my Gardener’s face.
Lord please take me, your seed, rain water on me
Give my fruit a sweet taste
So wherever it falls, its flavor recalls
The love in my Gardener’s face.
Whimper Hailer in Mess of Pottagereverse crescendoWhimper Hailer in Mess of Pottage3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
novelty room sized roller coaster straw
or just a novelty room-in the dream i was living behind a shop counter built into the living room wall of a long lost friend
wag of docked tail in phantom limb limbo
turns full blue circle of cute slobbering
thats it now good boy gulp down
and whine to ripen the magic gore
FROM OUT THE
other self pity
then a good growl of triumph nearly finished
looks up from the empty bowl
that blank look
test the air for what now
a spayed k9 romance novel!
FROM OUT THE
farm in Wales
then a goes an blacks out again
some kind of cast iron lullaby flew thru
magnet friendly rust
rust friendly magnet
as happy or as angry as forest gale
sequence outside of time
unnatural numbers go numb
for the slow white rain to fall
take elastic window
to the trampoline sky
see you there at white o
NightingaleThere goes the NightingaleNightingale3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing in it's cage.
Oh how I wish Nightingale,
That you could be free.
But alas Nightingale
No ones truly free
Not even the queen.
Struggle of a Person...Who am I to be here? What has transpired with or without my knowledge that lead me to such a place? This isn't the end it can't be..., but where is this? It's not a beginning, it's been too long. It's not quiet the middle either.... It's hard to see the light in sky or the actual road I'm on.Struggle of a Person...9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lost, but I'm not lost. I'm here, but not here as I should be. I'm here as what I am and how I am based on what has happened. Is this what it should be? Is this what my life has accumulated to this moment? Perhaps this is just a passing dream of another and my existence is nothing that a dream. My body is nothing but a metaphor of another's thoughts, desires, fears, dreams, hatred....
There has to be something more here..., but what? What is missing and why can't I find it? Perhaps that's a question that can't be answered... or maybe it has too many answers to be able to be pinpointed to a single one.
I am here because my past has shaped me, it's who I am, it's why I am the way I am, it's why
SeeSee7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see all things on Earth
My eyes, opalescent, glints of white and colour.
I've long since passed
Beyond the veil
Beyond the palest mirror
That Mortality graces with her breath.
To draw faces, lives, and legacies
In the fog left behind.
As the haze fades from view
And all life, too, begins to fade
I watch and wait,
But I will never cease.
The Sun, my right.
The Moon, my left.
BeginningBeginning 1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a flower,
Always a petal.
Once a tree,
Always a leaf.
Once a rock,
Always the earth.
Life goes on,
Back to it’s savior.
Let's Take a WalkSomewhere coastal and temperateLet's Take a Walk2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking hand-in-hand with a close friend
(not for the romance
but because we could potentially lose one another
the next day.
Or the day after.
Or the day after.)
Somewhere where the waves crash
on boulders that aren't too slippery
at low tide.
Somewhere where the wind howls
so wretchedly that we
could talk about anything
without fearing our subconscious minds
Somewhere so secret
that we don't even know
where we are ourselves,
but somewhere where we
can be confident in one another that
wherever we're headed,
we'll make it,
just the two of us.
Feral Gardens Untamed morning glory’sFeral Gardens 19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
awaken in the wildling garden
mingling with roses.
This is monsoon summer.
A wildflower mound
to the paper cup,
brimming with rain.
©L. L. Kelly Poetry 2015
The Blood of SpaceThe birth of every conscious being creates openings within the universe. These openings are the origins of consciousness. Each opening is a part of the universe leaking outside itself to observe and understand itself, through unique perceptions and experiences. We are the blood of space. The life force of existence and self reflection.The Blood of Space1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
ThunderThunder looms in the skyThunder5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jagged flashing of lights
An eccentric dance with the earth
Hotter than the sun
Bolder than the stars
Brighter than the skys
I left my heart in HeavenI left my heart in heavenI left my heart in Heaven10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a place where it belongs
I left my voice in a locket
To hear my favorite song
I left my mind in books
To obtain vast knowledge
I left my body alone
Cuz it's fine the way it is
I took my heart from heaven, because I found a place
My secret hiding place, right on your face
I took my voice from the locket, because I want to talk
To let you hear my voice, as we giggle and walk
I took my mind from the books to learn
Everything I wanted from you, the person I yearn
I let my body be captured by you
Because I allowed you to.