On needing a person, that someone SamiJ & Mystikrypton @ allpoetry .com

This was for a contest about needing someone and I thought it captures that very well.

Catch by Mystikrypton @ allpoetry .com


Foggy skies mirror dying eyes

Fingertips smudge the pale glass

One last hope weakly standing

Losing balance

Falling (catch me!)

Wishing on invisible stars

For a rescuer to restore this broken heart

Emotion gone for far too long

A lifeless nothing emerging from the wreckage

Facial expression concealed

Melted by the consuming flames

But longing for sympathy

For understanding

For just one embrace to rebirth a lost hope

Ecstasy hidden in what was forgiven

The hands that could heal

The voice that could soothe

The kiss that could stop time

So that only two were alive

Breathing the air of each other

And holding onto a moment that would fade

Aching, sore for a moment more

To recover this lifetime it's been

(Back in your armsTonight, that's where I belong)

Craving, needing a forgotten touch

As a speck of sunshine creeps outBehind the dull clouds

another one on need

Poker Mask by SamiJ
A pathetic poker-face painted apathetically on a blank, gray canvas

Smiling for the disposition that never had the chance to smile

This is the heart of my happiness

A façade based on what I thought you wanted.

But the truth isYou didn’t even know what you wanted.

For every bet I step closerYou fold and turn away

Making me play this hand

I don’t even understand

WishingIn actualityIt was your hand

I was holding

I never really liked poker

But for you

I will learn to play

Because it hurts too much

When you ask me

If I think he’s the right guy for you.

I bite my tongue

Until speech is severed from my mouth

He’s a good guyBut is he good enough for you?

Next deal.

I checkBecause

I’m not sure I can invest my emotions

On your confusion

No matter how much you can count on me

And no matter how much

I can count on you

Chances are I can’t bet on us for a while.

So I put on this poker-face

And see how you play.

As you look at your cards

I can see the reflected image

Of a lonely queen in your eyes.

Finally realizing the King who you thought loved you

Was nothing more than every other joker you’ve ever met.

But with himYou continue to bet.

Knowing I should fold

I continue to call.

You pick up the phone

Once again in tears

It pains me to hear your sadness

My heart rips into 13 pieces.

Though flushed,

I pretend I’m straight.

Putting on Yet again

Another faceTo fool you

To fool myself.

I never really was good at poker.

But for you, I continue to play.

Holding all 13 hearts,

I realizethat can only make you heartless.

You invite me along.

The boyfriend and best friend

Should be friends themselves, afterall.

But I always decline.

How can I continue to pretend

When I stand as the three of a kind

In the pocket of your full house.

I’ll just wait for your date to end

And you can give me the flop then

Tensions running high

And I watch as things

TurnSuddenly,I may have a chance yet.

Bets go outAnd I raise.

I figure if not now, than never.

I go all in.I put it all on the line.

This time I take off the poker face mask.

And let my emotions shine.

I know you can read my face like a book

However, I am confident in what I have.

I go all in.I see the fear on his face.

And the anxiety in yours.

I don’t mean to make your heart pound so fas

tBut you have to know how your heart beats in my chest.

I go all in.His forehead sprouts puddles of tears.

My mouth grins in arrogance.

I go all in.

And the last card is flipped.

In that split second

My heart sinks

It cracks and crumbles

Like an old unkempt barge

Sinking through a raging violent River.

Maybe next timePlacing all bets aside

We could just play a nice game of Go Fish.

On needing a person, that someone SamiJ & Mystikrypton @ allpoetry .com

This was for a contest about needing someone and I thought it captures that very well.

Catch by Mystikrypton @ allpoetry .com


Foggy skies mirror dying eyes

Fingertips smudge the pale glass

One last hope weakly standing

Losing balance

Falling (catch me!)

Wishing on invisible stars

For a rescuer to restore this broken heart

Emotion gone for far too long

A lifeless nothing emerging from the wreckage

Facial expression concealed

Melted by the consuming flames

But longing for sympathy

For understanding

For just one embrace to rebirth a lost hope

Ecstasy hidden in what was forgiven

The hands that could heal

The voice that could soothe

The kiss that could stop time

So that only two were alive

Breathing the air of each other

And holding onto a moment that would fade

Aching, sore for a moment more

To recover this lifetime it's been

(Back in your armsTonight, that's where I belong)

Craving, needing a forgotten touch

As a speck of sunshine creeps outBehind the dull clouds

another one on need

Poker Mask by SamiJ
A pathetic poker-face painted apathetically on a blank, gray canvas

Smiling for the disposition that never had the chance to smile

This is the heart of my happiness

A façade based on what I thought you wanted.

But the truth isYou didn’t even know what you wanted.

For every bet I step closerYou fold and turn away

Making me play this hand

I don’t even understand

WishingIn actualityIt was your hand

I was holding

I never really liked poker

But for you

I will learn to play

Because it hurts too much

When you ask me

If I think he’s the right guy for you.

I bite my tongue

Until speech is severed from my mouth

He’s a good guyBut is he good enough for you?

Next deal.

I checkBecause

I’m not sure I can invest my emotions

On your confusion

No matter how much you can count on me

And no matter how much

I can count on you

Chances are I can’t bet on us for a while.

So I put on this poker-face

And see how you play.

As you look at your cards

I can see the reflected image

Of a lonely queen in your eyes.

Finally realizing the King who you thought loved you

Was nothing more than every other joker you’ve ever met.

But with himYou continue to bet.

Knowing I should fold

I continue to call.

You pick up the phone

Once again in tears

It pains me to hear your sadness

My heart rips into 13 pieces.

Though flushed,

I pretend I’m straight.

Putting on Yet again

Another faceTo fool you

To fool myself.

I never really was good at poker.

But for you, I continue to play.

Holding all 13 hearts,

I realizethat can only make you heartless.

You invite me along.

The boyfriend and best friend

Should be friends themselves, afterall.

But I always decline.

How can I continue to pretend

When I stand as the three of a kind

In the pocket of your full house.

I’ll just wait for your date to end

And you can give me the flop then

Tensions running high

And I watch as things

TurnSuddenly,I may have a chance yet.

Bets go outAnd I raise.

I figure if not now, than never.

I go all in.I put it all on the line.

This time I take off the poker face mask.

And let my emotions shine.

I know you can read my face like a book

However, I am confident in what I have.

I go all in.I see the fear on his face.

And the anxiety in yours.

I don’t mean to make your heart pound so fas

tBut you have to know how your heart beats in my chest.

I go all in.His forehead sprouts puddles of tears.

My mouth grins in arrogance.

I go all in.

And the last card is flipped.

In that split second

My heart sinks

It cracks and crumbles

Like an old unkempt barge

Sinking through a raging violent River.

Maybe next timePlacing all bets aside

We could just play a nice game of Go Fish.

The Greyness of Bubbles by Natasha Bradich @ allpoetry.com

The Greyness of Bubbles by Natasha Bradich @ all poetry .com
A man walking past

Looking like he heard a reason to move

I ask "Where are you going?"

He responds saying " Can't you hear the voices?"

But I heard nothing

I shrug my shoulders

Place my hands in my pockets

I hug my neck with my collar

This world so grey

A woman standing, staring towards the sky,

She smiled so beautifully,

I ask " What do you see?"

She responds "Can't you see the artistry?"

I couldn'tI look down at my feet

Shuffle them in the dirt

I pick up my pace

This is grey this place

A child sitting with his mother

Talks to his imaginary friend

The mother feeding what wasn't there

Laughing with her child

I ask "Why are you talking to nobody?"

They respond "But he is here can't you see, can't you hear?"

Tears streaming, I whispered " No I can't."

I move slowly with all the little energy I have

With every effort I could summon,

I try to reach outI listen deeply for just a sound,

a reasonI look closely for the beauty in the sky

But, I travel alone in this grey world

Not one damn question answered

No one helping even when I cryptically asked

So I wander watching all those in colour

Disconnected, watching from my bubble,

my world of grey

A Love spell Of Darkest Amber by Kissing the killer @allpoetry.com

Of Darkest Amber by kissing the killer

From each flame, and dying ember
Bring me a love, of darkest Amber
Amber for the passion, and Amber for the lust
And with a touch of caring, humour is a must
Oh Goddess, in the heavens almighty
Give this person flit and fancy
This him, or her, be taken with me
But not so much, that I cannot be rid if need be
So with these requirements in mind
Bring this one and only, perfect find
Bring us together, in perfect lust,
and loveBut don't forget, all of the above

A Love spell Of Darkest Amber by Kissing the killer @allpoetry.com

Of Darkest Amber by kissing the killer

From each flame, and dying ember
Bring me a love, of darkest Amber
Amber for the passion, and Amber for the lust
And with a touch of caring, humour is a must
Oh Goddess, in the heavens almighty
Give this person flit and fancy
This him, or her, be taken with me
But not so much, that I cannot be rid if need be
So with these requirements in mind
Bring this one and only, perfect find
Bring us together, in perfect lust,
and loveBut don't forget, all of the above

It by Hands of Diego @ allpoetry.com

It
by Hands of Diego
What is "it" all for
What is "it" anyways
Why do i bother with "it"
Why cant i just give "it" up
Can someone take "it" away
Can someone give me a better "it"
What if "it" leaves will i miss it
"It" pisses me off sometimes
But i guess i need "it"
With out "it" where would i be
I just wanna go away sometimes
To a place that doesn't exist
With people who aren't there
And i life i'll never have
I want "it" to be better
Maybe "it" /will/ get better
But until then i will just keep writing crappy obscure poems

Percussion lust by im dead - go away @allpoetry.com

The next one is a bit weird it’s about a musicians love affair with his favorite instrument, but its well written

Percussion lust
Oh, I love the sound of percussion
A mallet and a stick
Maybe they're even
Dare I say it, Orgasmic
I'm marching with my favorite
A large bass drum
It's so magnificent
I could practically cum
There the crisp sound
Of the popular snare
When it's turned on
I want an affair
And, oh, those cymbals
Crash and Suspended
The sound they make
It more than splendid
And then there's the melody
From the pitIf it were a lady
I'd be under it
And I'm captured
Put under a spell
It makes me scream
"More cow bell!"
And how, I ask
Can you go wrong?
When whacking
The huge gong
Woodwinds are OK
Brass is good too
But percussion
Is the only one I want to do

I can only include the author’s comments, I can’t comment
Author's /Comments: Don't ask...really. Don't ask
I have no idea.
Seriously

Our Police state - Prescription Madness by MarkAndersonm @ allpoetry.com

Prescription Madness by MarkAnderson

Pop your pills, and be good.
Zombify your decent.
Remain motionless, and watch
as the motion consumes you.
Kill your fears, instilled purposely.
Just lay back and chill,
as your mind deteriorates.
The out-in-the-open conquering of the
United States of America
has become a ridiculously easy task.
Smile away in your comfort zones.
Incapable of thinking,
acting on pre-plans.
You don't notice the complete lack of freedom
and rights or your indentured enslavement.
Global missions accomplished.
Never underestimate the enemy of freedom,
which is the enemy of all mankind.
Pop your pills, and be good.Y
ou're an upstanding citizen.
Relax, and enjoy the police state.

i think i'm a butterfly by true-blue-lies @ allpoetry

Can you decipher this one?


i think i am a butterfly by true-blue-lies
if
you
do
not
know
you
are
a
caterpillar
in
a
cocoon,
then
what
are
you
when
you
come
out
of it
!.!
0?0
#

(read comment to understand poem)
we (caterpillar) do not know what we are in this world (cocoon) and so how can we become who we will be in this world. Its like the famous philosophical saying I don’t know if its Plato or Socrates who said it – “know yourself”.

Can you decipher this one?


i think i am a butterfly by true-blue-lies
if
you
do
not
know
you
are
a
caterpillar
in
a
cocoon,
then
what
are
you
when
you
come
out
of it
!.!
0?0
#

(read comment to understand poem)
we (caterpillar) do not know what we are in this world (cocoon) and so how can we become who we will be in this world. Its like the famous philosophical saying I don’t know if its Plato or Socrates who said it – “know yourself”.

this is meant to inspire you - If Only by devotionemotio @ allpoetry.com

This is meant to inspire you,

If Only
by devotionemotion

don't be a sheep
look at the world through a collide-a-scope
and just breathe
the world could be full of colors
if only you held the paintbrush
magic can slip through your finger
open your eyes and you could see change

destruction and chaos
rule the world
but after math breeds the correction
remember the days
that held greatness
revolution is yours for the taking

if only you knew the power you held
if only you knew you could hold the key
to open the door of eternity
and paint greatness for all to see
map out the world
and put yourself on the map
just sit down and take a moment to breath

look at the world
and for once don't judge
open your mind and see
the world could be lovely
if only you would give yourself the chance to be
you could be the next Diego Rivera
maybe even the next Frida Kahlo

the world makes your barriers
break them down
and be free
for you are
the one that holds the power
for you are
the one who could be...

its about how art can give power when one holds a paint brush they can paint anything, same way you are the artist of your life.________________________________________