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Gardener

A plump, old man is hoeing.

Greenish stems are showing.

Wish the wind was blowing.

Long grass needs a mowing.

Hope it won’t start snowing.

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Dear Mom,

The most beautiful sights were the twinkling stars

I saw at night, scattered like moon-dust in the jet-black sky.

They acted as beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world,

and didn’t disappear until the twilight sun appeared in colors pink and red.

I sighed when the crescent moon was no longer visible during the day,

but I knew it and all the other planets would return.

 

I cannot plan my return

because the abyss between me and you are filled with more than just stars.

I am on a new planet, Mom, and I enjoy every day,

but don’t worry, I remember you when I peer up at the starry sky.

I am reminded of your deep love when I squint down the bottomless chasms tainted blood red.

I will always feel your presence on this world.

 

Mom, you wouldn’t believe the beauty of this world.

If you felt this serenity and freedom, you would never want to return

to Earth, where any feeling of peace is as impossible to touch as is fire colored a dangerous red.  

Stoic, confident, and always looking your best is what is expected of you, just like the stars

who can’t hide from the media, always judged through a lens or from helicopters in the sky.

Oh, I’m so grateful mission control is the only watchful eye I have to deal with every day.

 

From exploring the mountains to testing cells under the microscope, my job flies by each day.

The landscape amazes me, it is so much more pristine than your world.

A rose wine hue during daylight is the color of the sky,

and before night fall, to the bottom of the horizon the blue sun will always return.

What I love so much will appear, the bright stars

that shine above the Martian soil that is stained the color red.

 

Oh Mom, I missed your comforting support the most the time we called code red.

The hatch was opened after Elle refused anymore to see the light of day.

The plants were turned to ice, and I thought I heard laughter coming from the stars

as I sat in the eradicated greenhouse, crying for the seeds who were plucked from the world

and for Elle, who could not be saved from death or be persuaded to return.

With doubt and tears in my eyes, Mom, I looked out for you in the never-ending sky.

 

What I found staring back at me was more than just sky.

I saw your face, cheeks blushed as if they were pinched to give that hint of red.

Your eyes begged for me to return,

but also revealed a sense of proudness I thought I would never see, especially that day.

While your heart will be forever heavy because I left your world,

you can’t help but be glad I was able to achieve my dream of reaching the stars.

 

Dear Mom,

At home, I remember how magnificent the silver stars were on the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky.

This world is filled with the same wonder and possibility that I get to embrace every day,

but the Red Planet isn’t ready yet for me to return

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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Untitled

I held myself in place promising it was

safer this way

And although my heart yearned for

something further

My mind remained cemented in place 

unable to move

 

But as time grew by it became harder and harder

to force my eyes closed

And so with atrophied limbs and 

shaking hands

I stood in the face of them all

And watched the sharpest darkness dull

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#Because I love You

Ever wondered why I take the hit you give

Or why I have suddenly lost the will to live?

Have you ever thought of something besides yourself

or ever helped anyone when their help was due?

 

I know you've never thought of those things

Cause in pride, you keeping flapping your wings

not looking where you came from or where you're going

But in ignorance, flying where the wind is flowing.

 

Most times you're wrong and really know you are

You never apologise, rather stare at the lone star.

Though it hurts real bad I don't really complain

because I love you and that, I want to maintain.

 

When you go out I know you'll always come home

because the bee never loses it's way to its comb.

Though when you come back you're always drunk

I'm always there to help you out of the truck.

 

All day I always wish our love could be different

At night I wish it filled our room with a good cent

I keep waiting and waiting, not knowing how long

plus I still wonder how this will end, just like a song

 

There is nothing I wouldn't do to make us better

But all my attempts only makes it more bitter.

The problem is that you really don't care

You don't even want to know if your actions are fair.

 

Love is not easy that's why it's called love

it's not even easy to own, just like a dove.

So don't say you love me when you do not

Better, say that for my love, you never fought.

 

Okay, I'm really done with long talks

That's not how real love should take it's walks.

I'm going to let you figure this out someway

maybe you will come to your senses one day.

 

Moses Abasiene. 09/28/17

Dedicated to Relationship problems

#because I love you

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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All I Need

All I need is the thought of her sweet smile.

Looking up at me new to this world,

Her sweet smile.

All gum no teeth just yet a smile so brand new,

Her sweet smile.

So much innocence and life to live,

Her sweet smile.

I could be a million miles away but what would get me through would be the thought of my daughter,

And her sweet smile.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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They Complete Me

I was never complete to you,

the scattered mess of unspoken words and boiling emotions

was far too much to piece together by your own hands.

Each piece of my jagged edges you tossed in frustration

was caught in their arms and pieced together with patience.

We never spoke a word of it

about the flaking of my details slowly crumbling apart,

for they were too sensitive for your carelessness.

I put myself together in five hundred different ways,

ripping apart piece by piece of who I had been to please you.

I tried to mold us into a pattern without acknowledging you couldn't fit with me.

They never once protested and worked with me to create a new frame.

All along I had become so fixated on creating the perfect potrait of what was us

and never once thanked the craftsmen by my side.

They had given me everything you couldn't.

I forced you to be mine and tore myself apart,

wondering why it just couldn’t be you.

I never realized the reason why until today,

they had been my soulmates all along.

Love does not pertain only to romance,

but the people who work by your side and create beauty from your remains.

They took the pieces, ignoring my frustrations,

and slowly put me together just as I had been before we met.

I had been complete all along to them.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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Kbr

This is wonderful! So well written! Good images, great pacing and evocative. Well done!

saraiariannadiaz

Thank you so much for your feedback, I appreciate it so much!

monsters in the bed

the monster crawls into your bed
and when he thinks your asleep he strikes
and takes what keeps you innocent
it's a game monsters like to play
how many....how many....
so many girls cry in fear of the night
because that's when monsters like to play

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Blossoming Lily

Her name tells of her situation.
The truth is everyone knew
it was hard for her to Trust people,
because of all of the trials she had been through
but she soon learned that it is if she try
to trust people she might see,
happy is what she will be.
If she trusted her heart,
from the start
she would be dancing in the gale,
never leaving a trail
of the sadness she used to be,
letting her heart go free,
to the possibility,
of being a blossoming Lily.
 

 

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gaps

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there is a girl

with gaps between her teeth,

and with hair loose and uncontrolled

that wraps around your fingers

like vines around a hardened trunk.

 

there is a girl

with vibrant and warm cheeks.

skin soft as silk,

hued and toned like a plump peach.

ripe, caught with

the energy of spring

and the passivity

of autumn.

 

there is a girl

whose arms curl around you

and pull you in with

a tug, like a wave.

pulling YOU,

from all the others she could've picked,

YOU, only you,

deep within.

 

there is a girl

with eyes that squint whenever she smiles.

a smile cautious and unsure,

reassured by the scrutiny of the eyes.

darting about,

overturning at night and peering into

darkened corners.

looking for signs of danger,

telltale warnings that this isn't to last.

 

there is a girl

whose smiles turned to sobs,

whose joy wilted;

a beautiful flower

slowly dying in a field full of weeds.

 

there is a girl

who forgot who she was.

the reflection

became

a stranger,

the home

a prison.

 

there is a girl

that never knew love.

all she knew

was the comfort that

came from strangers

and habits

that promised escape.

 

escape

from the past:

a fractured family

and a lonely home.

escape

from the present:

its isolation and fruitless endeavors

that splintered her from herself

escape

from the horror of the future:

the uncertain and inevitable.

 

 

there is a girl

who I met one scorching summer.

who I joked with over bargains of reese's chocolates

and bad puns,

who I stood up with

at 2 in the morning discussing Shakira’s best song,

who i laid alongside by a small pond and discussed freedom,

who I wept after and apologized to when I knew I was wrong,

who I flirted with at a gay pride parade as she played hard-to-get,

who took me home and dressed up in sexy dresses yet would not look me in the eyes,

who invited me back later

and sat on my lap

as our bodies danced,

who, like a jellyfish in the sun,

I melted for,

Who through trial after trial I learned

to love and trust

and who I’d give it all to

 

 

there is a girl

with gaps between her teeth.

gaps filled with soft and quite breathes,

filled with laughter and conversation,

filled with emotion and promise

and hope.

 

There is a girl

3000 miles from home.

And I wait for her

With outstretched arms

And an open heart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Life is Awesome

Thu, 08/06/2015 - 16:23 -- lucasz

Life is awesome

Even when you play possum

Hiding from the negativity

You can find serenity.

Your intellectual capabilities

Create possibilities

To harness the power

Of your personal flower

 

As you watch the sunset

Do not forget

That magnanimous glow

Has been putting on the same show

Since the time of the dinosaurs

And the reign of the Moors.

So do not forget

That as of yet

 

Life has been awesome

And will continue to blossom

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lucasz

Inspired by the Everything is Awesome Scholarship Slam