Poems for all the CB writers Options

[AzN_AssAul'][']

For the poet in us all. Dunno if this is the right place for the thread, but here ya go. Feel free to post your poetry... And be open to criticism (hopefully constructive!). Here's one of mine...
Hope you like it. And give some cc plz...Ty

Moral Anaesthesia

We were always barred behind
each other's private walls;
with miles of air and oceanic mass,
words unspoken behind bullet-proof glass.
Helpless and stuck in a mere illusion,
a fleeting moment past much too soon;
the promise of God to a fool,
beauty too pure to ever be true.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

Tonight you tore down all dreams
built with white lies and deceit.
Where I once stood comfortably numb,
I weep and rot deaf, blind and dumb;
Feast in misery like cheap red wine,
the easiest substitute for the truth.
Moral anaesthesia, morphine for the soul -
the price you pay, for losing control.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

[onenonly101]

America, The so-called Beautiful

America the beautiful,
That’s what the history books say
The flag is waved so high
It’s said to hold the key to the future
But how do we get to the future
When we’ve never gotten through the past
Look a little deeper
And you will see,
The back of the slaves that made
This country what it is to be
So much hatred is in those colors,
The red, white, and blue
How do we tell other countries to be colorblind
When we ourselves are blinded by color
We hate to hate
Yet when a person of another color comes around
We must look down upon
I’m sick of this people
We are such hypocrites
Telling others to love
When we are yet to know what love is
America, the beautiful
That saying will someday be fulfilled
When we learn that what comes around goes around
Until we have corrected what we’ve done

BETWEEN THE LINES

Look into my eyes,
read between the lines
and you will see
behind my smile
i softly cry

Between the lines
you will see
I'm not the person
you always believe

My front is happy
my truth is agony
if you actually cared
you would be able to tell

Look at me closely
and you will see,
when you read between the lines
you will believe
I'm not the person I seem to be