Poems2Inspire

 Country Torn to City Living in this city, I cannot help but miss the countryside: the rolling trees and hunting guns, the open fields and beauty of life as was. I am not made for the tall skyscrapers and blinding smog that chokes my lungs. I am not made for honking cars and lonely sidewalks that stretch out past the view of the eye. I miss when it was safe for bare feet to dance across the soft grass and dark dirt. Now you have to watch your step for the broken grass and hot concrete white as snow. People around me, they have forgotten what a tall sycamore looks like outside of pictures and movies and dreams. Flowers are just weeds, soo

I was never good with words. They would fall from my lips like fake stars or Autumn leaves, and I've never managed to tell people how much I needed them to believe in me. I remember my childhood days when I would sit under a cherry tree and talk, talk about everything and anything. (My poetry was born under that cherry tree, under a sky that was so blue it hurt to look. But I did.) In gray days I tell lies to the blank walls of my bedroom, and they talk back - telling me stories of cement and hands. They are just like me - children of old ideas that unexpectedly came true. (My mother always told me I was the best mistake she's ever made,

Exchange all my blood for ink and all my dreams for stars. Never more speak of myself without using metaphors, and trade my life for one. They are the true beauty. Walk at midnight by the roads of my homeland and scream nonsense to the dark. It won't be nonsense to my ears only to the sleeping figures inside the houses, behind the satin curtains that hide much more than just people. After it, find the closest stream and drown in my own regrets thinking they're water. Act like I'm Ophelia. Then realize there's no stream near my house. Find someone who is breaking and place all the pieces of his heart together again, using my tears and sad wi

Live like rain Recall the mist Drizzle upon fresh life Rain down onto wisdom And evaporate to the Sun

There's something bothering me Something on my chest I think of it when I awake Even before I get dressed Life can be great But it is certainly a test It must feel great To be so blessed I wouldn't know, see But you do very well I'm certainly no saint I know you can tell But I don't deserve To dwell in this hell I feel like I live In a tattered cell I've never killed before And I'm no vandal Yet I'm burdened with weight More than I can handle Force fed a big chunk So I learned to swallow Wasn't born a leader But I sure don't follow I found my own way Thrown to the wild They tried to bring me down In turn I just smiled I've mad

Let's travel the world Across an ocean breeze Or roam the largest plains And scout the tallest trees We'll climb the highest mountains To jump into their seas Just join me this day And we'll put it to seize I can't wait any longer I'm asking you please We can go where you want Just hand me the keys

A metallic staccato rhythm punctuates my morning with electronic beats and robs me of precious sleep, as I peek into his den of 02 Jams. Intense brown eyes stare down a waterfall of coloured tiles-- visual symbols of a sound only he can hear in his head; his face the steely gaze of a thoroughbred about to breach the finish line, his arms twin pistons pumping tunes by tinkling keys that keep time to tapping fingertips and I watch his gaze fluctuate from note to note, his focus honed and remote. With mouth slightly open, lips slightly moistened by sweat glistening on the brow of his upper lip-- transparent beads of effort suspended on

I live my life in poetry for you are my muse-- your eyes are my couplets, your heart an immaculate sonnet, your lips like redolent lyrics of a song only your voice can sing, your hands are jingles that tickles my laugh niches, your kisses are a million haikus succinct and sweet always an unexpected twist in every final line, your love is a verse sublime a ballad on an infinite loop eternally enduring the ravages of time with your metres and rhymes, our life together an ode to everything lush and beautiful rapturous and blissful. Every stanza I now compose will be a paean to our lyricism for I long abandoned prose when I met you-- the most

The depths roll out between the stars and we are twinkling nothings in a sea of absence. When the clock strikes twenty-seven will you take me home? I think I've been alive a hundred years too long and I should really like to sleep off the dizzying spin of everything. For now, my limited timeless lover, just let us be eternally intoxicated by darkness, by the swelling expanse that will swallow us whole through the ebb and flow of existence. Reality keeps getting to my head, whispering alarms and threatening demise. Love, won't you hold me tighter than my core? And when the clock strikes twenty-seven, will you please take me home? I've bee

I stopped to think today How a single second passes as fast as any special moment, How memories fall behind And how I never seem to dream. Sleepless nights turn into years And I fall back to the same routine That never satisfy me. There are nightmares that don't go away, There are risks we never wish to take, But in the end, In the end... We will always end up here. We will always go through the same way That we walked many months ago. There is nothing like a new life, There is nothing like a reborn. There are only your own choices, That will never change. No, they'll never change... And on the clouds you soar, In the winds that carry yo