Funeral of Hope.Funeral of Hope.
So dull was the day
Where the handsome corpse lay
Sadness drifted in the heavy air
His sublime touch was no longer there.
The coffin was surrounded
With stargazers and roses fresh;
Somehow sent the message of
Life and love after death.
Umbrellas unfolded when the rain fell hard.
Not as hard as her tears
The figures in black stood quiet in grief
She cried and cried in disbelief.
His eyes were closed shut
Yet he looked only at her
Seemed sad that he could no longer be
At her side to love her.
She held him in her arms
And kissed his cold lips
Held his hand to her breast
And begged God to undo the pain he had left.
She looks at him; she was his love, now his widow.
What a heart breaking series of events
He had a fatal accident
Minutes after his sons head was shown
She shows little Ash his mighty dad,
He lost his father; her only hope
She lays her son in his bassinet
Kisses him and walks away slow.
Shes standing on the ledge
Her only hope is gone, she might as w
The TruthsWhen you look at me, what do you see?The Truths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing that smile, could you guess what I hold back?
Hearing that laugh, could you sense the pain?
When we talk, can you tell that I leave so much out?
When I say I am fine,do you know what is behind that?
Is it just me, or do you miss alot?
When you really look at me , Do you really see me?
Do you even know that there is so much you don't see?
I can tell you what you see
A girl that isn't really there anymore
A hollow shell
That if you were to put under pressure
Would be gone in an instant
That is why she has so much protections
Why there is alway people around her
OF course you don't see what she is holding back
You hardly know that girl
Or, at least not the one that the rest of the world does
The funny thing is, she doesn't want you to
She feels if you see the scars you would walk away to
Even though when that laugh sounds you can tell something is off
You will never call her on it
You shouldn't ask questions if you aren't ready for the answers
PoetsWe are the writers of the agesPoets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices of the multitude.
The translators of nature
And the Mind.
We sing with scribbles on paper
Inky shapes on parchment
Our blood runs black
We are wanderers, adventurers
Our minds fly towards the sun
And let us see the world
We breathe the essence of life,
We drink the Earth's nectar
And let it flow through
We dream with eyes open
And see while they're closed
We can bring our visions
We bare our souls to the world
Write of what connects us
So that others may see
What we see.
We are not unique, we are human
Creatures with hopes and dreams
Inside us all is a poet, waiting
To be discovered.
Thing I didn't say.There are plenty of things I wish I said;Thing I didn't say.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plenty of things I wish I hadn't.
But that doesn't change the past,
all can do is learn from my mistakes.
I ought to learn that there are things that shouldn't be said.
And then there are things that need to be screamed.
From past mistakes and hurtful place;
from all the mean people and hateful words;
from the pain in my heart and scars on my soul.
I know now, what I should have said.
I should have said that i wasn't okay.
[because i wind up pushing everyone away
and f a l l i n g too deep to save myself.]
I should have said no to him,
[because all he did was cause me misery,
and planted a horrid version of men in head.]
I should have said that can't help always you.
[because i have my own problems to solve,
and i can't always be here for you, i need to be there for myself]
I should have said it earlier, not denied.
[because maybe it wouldn't have been so hard to get back up
and maybe i wouldn't be the way i am; maybe i