Most Liked Abstract Poems (471)

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I like Peanut Butter
Can you Skate?

Endless summer skies
Sunny days so blue
Seagulls laugh and cries
Circling overhead flew
Sailboats racing for a prize
Mayor’s Cup will bring to
Building sand castles rise
Claims the sea in a coup
Loneliness a new disguise
If only we ever knew
Love never born never dies
Drifts in and out of view
The sun will always rise
Its light will shine through
Solitude makes us wise
One and one makes two
Endless summer skies
Sunny days so blue

Go right ahead, let your hair down
Proudly present the flaws and the frayed, as assigned... tis now grayed
With uneven cutting from past days and old ways
On purpose the colors have changed with time
Locked in are seasons and the reasons of life
Ponder the tales and share lessons learned
To those who do not have the length yet.. as earned
Guide them with each strand of wisdom
to better cover their young souls within them
Adorn the waves of what flows freely
with wind, every storm
let the rain cleanse completely
Cherish each curl of the tides that are... un neatly
Whether they be soft and quiet
or rough and loud
They each matter and needed to be
in order to become you and me
~Dannah

I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….

Here again knocking all out
Unknown of what's it about

I've been waiting
With so much of thinking

Sighting everywhere
Yet so blind to compare

Poking you, unfeeling the sign And I'm running out of time

Something holdbacks
Past pain that locks

Keys to it is forgiveness
To move on for happiness

What can I do
I just can't let go

Why can't it be
When can I let it flee

If this was your last day to live on this Earth...
Just what would you do? Dwell on your self-worth?...
Or would you curse God while expecting the worst?...
Perhaps you would live like you've wanted since birth...

We entered this world innocent, yet were pure...
I'm sure the allures have secured and ensured...
Such cures for the pains you've endured went unheard...
Or so it seems....incurred dreams seem so blurred...

I'm saddened distractions caused such bad reactions...
If you only knew the true love and compassion...
He drew you, then grew you, He knew what you'd do...
I've known this for some time.....it's time you do too.....

I’ve played with glass marbles, they’re black as black gets...
Cracked down their middles....and right through their backs...
Chained to long nights backed with painful cold-sweats...
I’ll bet that these pains are the best I’ve met yet...

Although I do know, though I don’t......will I grow?...
The best of me.....that person I’ve never known...
And while cracks remain, time has maintained what’s stained...
Strained cracks in black glass back and reaps what’s been sown....

Silent but glossy drops of rain that fall
into the psyche of my mind
Transform into the forbidden depths, bringing splashes of clarity
Revelling in the wake of a sudden variation of questions that are
Raised with brows that seem incredulous at the simple answer
That is given, a simple balance or fluctuance that rides between
The two sought after answers of the battle I'm riding through....


Pieces of a chess board scatters my energies, having to recenter myself daily to work out what I want, to compromise what everyone wants from me, as a angel on my shoulder, and an devil on the other shoulder persuading me into a temptation that should never happen yet it does, always the incessant wish for change and yet it doesn't happen....

I'm the catalyst to the change...

...introspection spikes as i put my words into motion, sadness renders from all directions as the battle is won but the war isn't over yet, still gotta live through tomorrow where it begins all over again, frustrations rise higher than anticipated, people want more from me for what I'm prepared to give, my mind just can't take it anymore...

Is option out of life the easy way out? No, its not. Nor is giving up. Only one way to go which is onwards and upwards, forwards with might, for that way, only things in my life will change. And maybe, just maybe, some joy will come of it...

A moonlight hand beckons; invisible to the eye
Its wispy gnarled hand of mystic miasma stretches out to grasp
A leafy bough but but misses... the leaf swirls to the floor
As fairies dance amongst the collective gathering of the leaves
They parry and splash in the puddles, getting soaked, from
The incoming drops of rain that soldier down intending to break
Free from the oncoming onslaught of earthly tears that cause
Deverstation, humilitation and frustration to the occupants
Of the land, with foresight, Thor in his artful wisdom, brows raised watched as the heavens' opened, and Lightning strikes, venomously across the field, targeting the old oak tree
That the faeries love and bless magickally in honor of the the Deities, which have risen before thee, softly spoken in the hidden
Mysteries of Life and Death that have bowed to make ends meet
And to give answers to the questions that have arisen regardless
Of those that connect by the rhythmic beating heart of the Earth ??