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T_V_Walker
Poem Published
Today 11:37am
Today 11:37am
Killing for Gas
They have started to Frack for Gas in my country. I have lived in Britian all my life, I knew I was at the bottom of a ladder of class. I knew I was poor. But I thought myself equal to humans around the world. I think those who work to get Fracking in place have decided that only their lives are important, they don't even care if they poison the water supply for their own children, as long as they have the profit before they pass, a cold ignorant greed, not seen for a century has returned. The world Frackers started in Austrailia and sparsly populated parts of the USA. When the cows above...
#corruption
#environment
#pollution
#money
#greed
10 reads
1 Comment
archetype23
Poem Published
10th Oct 2018 2:53pm
10th Oct 2018 2:53pm
CONCUSSION REPERCUSSION
CONCUSSION REPERCUSSION
I saw GOD upon a blackened slate
without a need for light to translate
eyes closed within opening mist
and uncomposed words I missed
This world is all that exists
----all that exists----
------------
nothing missed within the mist
-----------
I saw GOD upon a blackened slate
without a need for light to translate
eyes closed within opening mist
and uncomposed words I missed
This world is all that exists
----all that exists----
------------
nothing missed within the mist
-----------
#shadows
#confusion
#emptiness
18 reads
2 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
10th Oct 2018 2:20am
10th Oct 2018 2:20am
The Details
Do we live to write or do we write to live?
Is truth a configuration of a subjective perspective?
How much of truth do we owe to the craft and to the audience?
Does it really matter?
That’s how the conundrum starts for writers.
These question we rarely ask of ourselves when we feel that unexplainable tow and tug pulling away from everything and anything around us burrowing in the vertigo of solitude, faithful to that single surge of emotion rising from the depths of the soul flourishing through each and every sense, trajectory of flight in animated...
Is truth a configuration of a subjective perspective?
How much of truth do we owe to the craft and to the audience?
Does it really matter?
That’s how the conundrum starts for writers.
These question we rarely ask of ourselves when we feel that unexplainable tow and tug pulling away from everything and anything around us burrowing in the vertigo of solitude, faithful to that single surge of emotion rising from the depths of the soul flourishing through each and every sense, trajectory of flight in animated...
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
64 reads
13 Comments
Whipped
Poem Published
8th Oct 2018 6:00pm
8th Oct 2018 6:00pm
So today
Today I will spend half the day preparing,
The supplies. As I walk to my room.
And open the cage. (it's a bird cage relax)
And tap on the little wrought iron bars.
And pick out the right ones
Certain texture, shade, to add a little spice......And trans form that lonly crone
Back into the woman I love. Her firery self. Shooting fire and brimstone right from her eyes.
The supplies. As I walk to my room.
And open the cage. (it's a bird cage relax)
And tap on the little wrought iron bars.
And pick out the right ones
Certain texture, shade, to add a little spice......And trans form that lonly crone
Back into the woman I love. Her firery self. Shooting fire and brimstone right from her eyes.
#family
23 reads
0 Comments
Whipped
Poem Published
8th Oct 2018 7:23am
8th Oct 2018 7:23am
I feel you
I feel you
I hear your voice calling me
Or some kind of magnetic energy
Am I correct
Is this message for me
Or am I highly mistaken
My broom is broken I have no ride
My wings are broken so I can't fly
I hear your voice calling me
Or some kind of magnetic energy
Am I correct
Is this message for me
Or am I highly mistaken
My broom is broken I have no ride
My wings are broken so I can't fly
#respect
30 reads
1 Comment
JonEMad302
Poem Published
7th Oct 2018 1:54am
7th Oct 2018 1:54am
Traveling
to count the miles
leading from
and
back home
wondering if
someone
has me on their mind
and counts the time
whilst away
these dear travels
lanes from
right to left
someone loves
me much
until my return
they refuse to rest
J.E.Madric Sr.
leading from
and
back home
wondering if
someone
has me on their mind
and counts the time
whilst away
these dear travels
lanes from
right to left
someone loves
me much
until my return
they refuse to rest
J.E.Madric Sr.
#FallingInLove
#travel
13 reads
0 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 11:26pm
4th Oct 2018 11:26pm
Smog
You had to be really good to cut
through the smog
of same sex loving women
coming from upstairs
otherwise the attitudes
alone
would have smacked you
down
upon entry
through the listless corridors
of the bar's first floor.
through the smog
of same sex loving women
coming from upstairs
otherwise the attitudes
alone
would have smacked you
down
upon entry
through the listless corridors
of the bar's first floor.
#anger
#women
#lesbian
#memories
#SelfReflection
42 reads
2 Comments
rabbitquest
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 6:52pm
4th Oct 2018 6:52pm
Tastes like chicken
Coasting up to my house,
I killed the lights and the motor,
timing it just right into the driveway
silently opening the side fence
around to the back
Beeped the car remote
listened for the rustle
he rushed the back door,
slipped out into my waiting frying pan
slammed onto his head
lurching forward
dropped to the
cold hard ground
I swaggered back to the front
Hi Honey, I'm Home!
An hour early.
I would bury him later.
The flower bed needed...
I killed the lights and the motor,
timing it just right into the driveway
silently opening the side fence
around to the back
Beeped the car remote
listened for the rustle
he rushed the back door,
slipped out into my waiting frying pan
slammed onto his head
lurching forward
dropped to the
cold hard ground
I swaggered back to the front
Hi Honey, I'm Home!
An hour early.
I would bury him later.
The flower bed needed...
#jealousy
18 reads
1 Comment
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 1:18am
2nd Oct 2018 1:18am
Being Beauteous
I have experienced love from all quarters
and I have loved every minute of it.
and I have loved every minute of it.
#love
27 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 1:40pm
1st Oct 2018 1:40pm
Boots #2
Black leather wrapped itself around the mind
Of tall demure heel that signaled “bottom”
In the attachment to a knock-kneed material
Of rationing impulse hollowing out for yours:
(Pause)
A righteously indignant riding style
That had yet to mend its indie ways
Despite being slightly older than me
Time shrugging casualties
Were occasionally shared
Like some kind of
broad-spectrum...
Of tall demure heel that signaled “bottom”
In the attachment to a knock-kneed material
Of rationing impulse hollowing out for yours:
(Pause)
A righteously indignant riding style
That had yet to mend its indie ways
Despite being slightly older than me
Time shrugging casualties
Were occasionally shared
Like some kind of
broad-spectrum...
#women
#lesbian
#gay
#BDSM
#sensual
47 reads
2 Comments
areleeyou
Ali
Ali
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 11:22am
1st Oct 2018 11:22am
Time
The luxury of time,
Denied by the lack of interest.
Feelings ignited by the carefree mindset. Longed for caring arms.
Hunger for success.
Crave for control.
That luxury turned out to be the distasteful wastage.
I don’t blame you for it nor should you blame me.
Time is a process.
Soon enough we know the outcome as we are punished or will be for negligence.
You in, on or out of time.
Time and choices do you justice.
With patience we conquer.
Happiness is a state of mind,
not a material possession.
For its free...
Denied by the lack of interest.
Feelings ignited by the carefree mindset. Longed for caring arms.
Hunger for success.
Crave for control.
That luxury turned out to be the distasteful wastage.
I don’t blame you for it nor should you blame me.
Time is a process.
Soon enough we know the outcome as we are punished or will be for negligence.
You in, on or out of time.
Time and choices do you justice.
With patience we conquer.
Happiness is a state of mind,
not a material possession.
For its free...
#TimeHeals
36 reads
3 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 7:50am
1st Oct 2018 7:50am
Savanna Home sweet home
Savanna
HOME SWEET HOME
Not enough cash to pay the rent
but I've had my eye on an affordable tent
and I took a long walk and had a quick peek
at a sweet little spot by the creek
and I gave her a cigarette
both her and I met
as we walk along forever together
forever and ever and ever and ever
Hand in hand, we understand
holding each other's hand
walking together no longer alone
towards home sweet home
HOME SWEET HOME
Not enough cash to pay the rent
but I've had my eye on an affordable tent
and I took a long walk and had a quick peek
at a sweet little spot by the creek
and I gave her a cigarette
both her and I met
as we walk along forever together
forever and ever and ever and ever
Hand in hand, we understand
holding each other's hand
walking together no longer alone
towards home sweet home
#friendship
#fate
44 reads
6 Comments
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