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A little water washes away the salt

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2011-08-22 08:38

Staring through the blue glass of dreams
we reach into each other's sighs.

The trouble with knowing

Submitted by violet on Mon, 2011-08-22 08:33

I wonder what she's thinking  
whilst she pretends to watch T.V  
   
She's sat on that same spot    
on the same sofa for more years  
than i care to remember  
gradually not caring about  
the seven long hairs that grow    
from her chin or the stains    
all over her clothing from  
last weeks dinner  
   
She sips her cider  
   
I watch  
   
She sips  
   
I ask: "where is he?"  
   
"He's in bed." She answers,  

A covenant of one

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2011-08-21 21:58

A COVENANT OF ONE

When all is said and done
each of us is a covenant of one
into ths world alone we come
alone we go
and who we are we will not know
until we sigh our last

I have no thoughts of the future
no care of what is past
I can only say that I have been
and hope to be again somewhere
something more than I am
more than what others see in me
more than a covenant of one

Killer Deal...

Submitted by Geezer on Sun, 2011-08-21 16:19

Smiling lips pasted on his face
he knocks upon the door
While he waits, he begins to pace
in the stinking corridor

Finally, the dirty portal cracks
a suspicious man appears
Behind him, girls on their backs
their faces full of fear

The room is dim and foul of air
some money changes hands
The large man asks; How much the pair?
The other grins and understands

Return to Me

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2011-08-21 10:21

Return to me the smiles
You took away

Return to me the tears
I shed anyway

And

Return to me if you must today,
The same way you did
When we made love last Saturday

Or return to my life
The same old way,
Else return all the love
Which I gave away

Guess who? (for a bit of fun)

Submitted by raj on Sun, 2011-08-21 10:15

lets have some fun !!...

read thisand PM me with your answer about who you think this poem is about ....I will PM you back if your guess is right. or wrong and let you know the right answer if your guess is wrong..:) PLEASE do not write your answers in the form of comments on this page..so that others can have some fun too in this guessing game..lol..

Smartly uniformed in white
short, tall, rugged and trite
in rank and file these troops
stand guard day in and day out

MY Tears

Submitted by introvert on Sun, 2011-08-21 08:47

You flow with a greater force than the Nile river
You do not ask for permission,
Do not even scan the environment,
You just flow .

I have been trying to stop you
If only I had realized sooner,
Realized that you have a mind of your own,
Freedom is what I would have given you.

The Repentance of Coming Home

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sun, 2011-08-21 08:36

11, 9:28 pm
At the end of a day you come home,
if you are fortunate enough to have a home to
come to:
the key fits, your belongings are all where you
left them,
but something has changed, something's not
quite the same,
you realize you're different, you've taken on a
patina and the stuff of your life no longer fits,
what do you do?

The Glass at my Feet

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2011-08-21 06:43

With every sip from the bottle
and each gulp from my cup,

I know a smack of my lips
will say exactly what's up.

Everytime I remember
everything I regret,

it appears to consume me
and put me deeper in debt.

So, I sing songs that I know
with tunes that make me smile,

I sing of every journey
and, the heart of each mile;

if no one else can remember
then, it was mine to forget,

so, I sing louder for volume
and, make it a part of my "set".

Spider lays intrigue...

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Sun, 2011-08-21 03:42

Spider lays intrigue

( Another side of the spider tale )

There are those who tear down everything
like your house then promise a new estate.
But first the office block or shopping centre
what of your houses? shucks you’ll have to wait.

You can’t stop or hold progress back
with those who complain I’ll have no truck
There are things you need that you’re now getting
like them or not I’ll still make my buck.

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