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Oct 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Shoes
Sophie Bee's picture

(Cog) in the Machine

I step into my frayed loafers
And head out for the day.

My feet quickly grow hot, encased inside 
Faded and rough leather.
I learn to ignore this feeling and continue my day
running errands and receiving orders, 
complaints, 
messages, 
Requests.
I go numb without even noticing.

I am simple.
I do not want for much.
I do not need nice shoes.
I am not passionate about my work.
I am not passionate about anything. 

(am) I am content (?)

I come home and take off my shoes
And ignore the new scuffs on the toes.
Oct 10

Haunted Kitty

Black cats have always been looked at as bad luck around Halloween time. Children notice one strolling down the street and are slightly more afraid of the cat than if it was a different color because of the stories made. Children's books sumarize black cats as witches' friends and evil, but in truth they are very loving if taken care of. When I first saw my cat I thought to myself, Do I really want a black cat? It could give me bad luck... Turns out I did because I got her. She was the smallest, fastest kitten in the room; always hiding and never wanting to be touched. After I got her, I spent many hours keeping her company and attempting to build a relationship with this cat. Now, 3 years later, she and I have an unseperable bond. Shadow gives good luck around Halloween instead of unluckiness that most black cats are seen to give. Whenever you see a black cat, I hope you now think about good luck instead of bad luck. 
 
Oct 10

Haunted Kitty

Black cats have always been looked at as bad luck around Halloween time. Children notice one strolling down the street and are slightly more afraid of the cat than if it was a different color because of the stories made. Children's books sumarize black cats as witches' friends and evil, but in truth they are very loving if taken care of. When I first saw my cat I thought to myself, Do I really want a black cat? It could give me bad luck... Turns out I did because I got her. She was the smallest, fastest kitten in the room; always hiding and never wanting to be touched. After I got her, I spent many hours keeping her company and attempting to build a relationship with this cat. Now, 3 years later, she and I have an unseperable bond. Shadow gives good luck around Halloween instead of unluckiness that most black cats are seen to give. Whenever you see a black cat, I hope you now think about good luck instead of bad luck. 
 
Oct 10
Leviahthan's picture

Bubble

Music blaring in my ears

as a bubble wraps around me,

giving me only a little air to breath

I submerge within the darker blue mess

of the dry, salty sea,

feeling lost and suffocated

in it’s deep, dark depths

With a thud and a bounce,

I land on the wet sandy floor,

where I sit and rest and wait

for the person who will come

to pop the circle surrounding me.

Only then might I swim to the top

to breath, to venture into great cities

and through many lands and trees…
Oct 10
poem 0 comments challenge: When?

If not now, when?

If not now, when?
We say this so much.
But do we actually mean it?
When are we going to face the facts in life?
Will we ever agree that climate change is real?
Will we ever never be at war with other countries?
Will everyone ever be treated the same?
Will everyone ever have enough to survive with?
We say, “I will do something about these problems in the near future!”, but does it ever happen?
Instead of thinking globally we can always think about our own lives today.
We can ask;
When will I sit next to the person all alone?
Will I ever get the confidence to tell the person I like them?
Will I get good grades this term at school?
Will I get out of my comfort zone and try something new?
Or will I ever accomplish my many goals?
There is a time and place for everything and if we push things off we will never come to the conclusion of believing in change.
Oct 10
dakoval's picture

Bare feet

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar,
A man with rich parents and wealthy uncles.
I served in the war. 
Almost lost the spark of life.
I came home a hero, bound to a wheelchair.
Impaired, I lost everything. 
No home. No family. 
None. 

I am an egg.
The world, a giant wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

No matter how hard I try, 
No matter how badly I believe, 
I am stuck. 
I am stuck in the cloud of poverty.
No food.
A vulture.

I am in a cloud, 
All while these self-indulging businessmen
With rich homes 
And pretty wives
Bask in a life of luxury.

They are birds
Soaring through the airs of success,
Born into a world of wealth, everything handed
To them on a silver platter.

“Why me?” I whisper to myself, 
Alone in this dark alley, 
With only the patter of rain for company. 
Oct 10
finley.TM's picture

The Time is Now

Oct 09
poem 0 comments challenge: Haunted
Xbeaudin's picture

House

I could feel the house watching me

It’s huge windows acting as eyes staring me down.

I could hear it calling my name 

The old boards and supports creaking with the wind.

I could see it reaching out to me

The two dead oak trees leaning toward the sidewalk.

I could feel the house trying to suck me in

The wind blowing past me and in through the front door.

I could see the inhabitants

The shadows roaming the abandoned halls.

I could see the house smiling at me

The porch bent from rot in the middle.

I could read the house like a story

The scars from abuse and fire long before I was born.

 
Oct 08

Song Bird

There is a bird atop a tree 

Who sings a haunting melody 

Feathers missing, head hung low 

A desperate, broken metronome 

Longing to fly free above 

Yearning to be like the dove 

But even hard as he may try 

His wings will never learn to fly 

For tethered by his ghostly bars 

Only he can see his scars 

Hostage to invisible chains 

He can only sit in pain  

So he sits atop a tree 

And sings his haunting melody
 
Oct 08
poem 0 comments challenge: General
EllaKozak's picture

Loss

I wonder about many things

and I wonder about loss

not just loss 

but how people handle it,

some are sad

some are angry 

some cry

some are shocked

some blame

some wonder what they could have done

some want to remember

some want to forget

and some like me,

write it down. 

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