The Poem Junction

The Poem Junction

Friday, April 25, 2014

Say It

Should I say it?
Should I wait?
My feelings flow quite easily,
but these questions are much harder.

God knows it's a sin to dare say it first,
but I can't help and almost say it
every time we say goodbye.
I know that's probably really bad,
but I don't care
Because with you....
no one compares.
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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Integrity

I’d rather waste away and die

Remaining true to myself

Than live forever as someone I’m not

I’ll trade a thousand lying lives

For a single honest second

Because integrity is all that I’ve got

By Dallas

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Starlet

The starlet sits
At the edge of her bed
Thinking back to simpler
And much less wealthy,
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Sweet and Short Poem


slice off my hands for not holding yours sooner,
burn my tongue until my taste buds flake off, for never admitting how i felt.
cut off my ears because i did not listen to my heart when i first desired you,
and scorch my eyes so i never look at anyone the same.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

this is darkness, but this is love

you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
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Flow

Straight, rigid lines,

Cutting deep borders,

Slicing and distributing

Neat little pieces of land.
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Monday, April 14, 2014

Fictional Realities

Submerged in books and words
I have become obscure.
When the tides of my ocean subside
I will absorb all life if ever I can reach the shore.

The coarse realities of life leave me lovelorn.
My ardent fervour is slowly becoming muted
as I struggle to keep my head above water.
It is the gaping sky, the splendour of merging colours
that keeps me upright.

I am impotent to the yawning ocean,
frustrated by my languishing infatuations
that increase, heave and swell
until I can hold it no longer and all comes gushing out
leaving me empty and forsaken, cold in a desolate place
with only my eccentricity for company.

©J Cole

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

A user submitted poem by "heldinhishands"

this darkness behind my eyes
cannot be contained.
I am haunted with
questions of beauty
and why mine refuses
to be unveiled.
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Saturday, April 12, 2014

An Astoundingly honest user poetry submission

I lose myself in the thoughts
of these sinful wants.
it is truly so sinful,
for I envy every beautiful thing
that catches your attention faster than
I ever could.

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The Search

I was there,
but I also
was not.

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Dreams

What is it about the unobtainable
that attracts the lovelorn?
How strongly desire holds on
bleeding the heart of every drop or dream.

Dream I can no more
only the lost dreams of the loveless
fill my empty heart.

Each night draws in passing endless time
that never seems to wait or realise
I need a while.

I hold on to yesterday,
a nothingness that cannot grow.
Love has withered as change blossoms
and my pain can only flourish now.

Consumed I am by weeds of self doubt,
entangled in the web I weaved.
I weep not for myself
but for that which I could have been,
for the wings I have ensnared.

©J Cole

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

For You Afreen

these are sad days
life was taken and memories flood
the good times
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Introvert

Hiding behind words because my soul hurts.
Mind is weary and all empty tonight as I look inside
trying to find a stronger way to be around people
who leave me uncomfortable,
feeling negatively rejected. I am introspective,
introverted, lack the confidence of the extrovert.
I say too much and it means too little.
Sometimes I get the impression,
I am deeply shallow.

©J Cole

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