Mak Waddle
Mak Waddle
3 days ago

Don't forgive me because I cried
Don't forgive me "even though" I lied
Don't forgive me because I'm a kid
Don't forgive because you could've done what I did
Allow me to face my consequences
Let me adapt to my circumstances
Don't allow me my relapses
Let me feel guilt in my synapses
Please don't forgive me because I apologized
Please don't forgive unless I realized
The wrongs I did
And the wrongs I said
The crimes I hid
And the crimes I fed

Please don't forgive me
Because I seem to feel guilty
Please don't forgive me
Because my eyes went all "melty"
Please don't forgive me

Ravanna Dee
Ravanna Dee
Dec 28, 2016

It sways in and out of my thoughts.
Like a fall leaf on a slim tree limb.
Decisive on weather it should just
hold on or let go.
Risk the drop,
or cling onto the only thing it's known.
I am a leaf and you are my rugged branch.
You were my stronghold for a while,
but now I want to taste the wind!
So, sadly, I must let go of us.
I must learn to fall a little
if I ever want to rise.
Let the wind take places I've never been before.

#love   #life   #relationships   #fall   #fly   #rise   #wind   #parents   #growing-up   #leaf  
Jessica Harvey
Jessica Harvey
Aug 6, 2016

And as she watched the sunrise on her future, her heart fluttered with anticipation for the next great race.

#life   #adventure   #new   #race   #growing-up  
Mica Kluge
Mica Kluge
Jul 3, 2016

My heart cannot settle.
I don't belong here.
I'm "too young to leave,"
But I'm too old to stay.
I don't belong here.

Come back, coffee eyes

I need to tell you the story about the blue bowed baby
I boiled up in blood
and never got a chance to see smile
because I wouldn't let her into the world long enough to flash in my memory
I couldn't handle giving her an identity

Come back, coffee eyes
and hear why I hate sex
why I walk around undressed
so no one really wants me

pretty boys with gentle tongues trick you with their nervous sweats
they say they'll hold your hand
but they're gone before you're done lifting up your hair
wondering how life got this way

I almost made this up, but I didn't
Jude M Salazar
Jude M Salazar
Apr 18, 2016

Oh child, goodbye
For they wish for you leave
Oh woman, stand strong

#life   #haiku   #child   #maturity   #growing-up  

Friends from our past,
Now we barely meet.
All those memories,
Crushed under our feet.

Treading on to life,
With a cautious stroll.
The higher we'll go,
The harder we may fall.

Memories our younger hearts,
To us have passed down.
The rivers from our past,
In which we have drowned.

What the worst of our days,
Have taught us of life.
Down by swamps,
Waiting for sunshine.

Everything we're leaving behind
Is a lesson.
Teaching us to unlearn,
Some things we'd learnt.

Thinking of the future,
Goosebumps on my skin.
How we may have to change,
Whatever we have been.

Change is hard but we,
Must move on.
Towards bigger things,
And to a greater dawn.

Eyes are filled with hope,
And the dreams are laid out.
Now is the time,
To stop messing about.

Looking up at the sky,
Taking a deep breath.
Escaping with life,
From the clutches of death.

The thrill that it is,
To take a leap of faith.
Jumping from a height,
Not afraid to be late.

Asking for your love,
To walk out the door.
Takes all that you have,
And a little bit more.

But all of the times,
We're too scared to let go.
We give our inner devils,
The chances to grow.

So when the days,
Are the hardest we've seen.
We will have to be,
The toughest we've been.

Then close your eyes tight,
And get high on your dreams,
Shout out so loud that,
Only you can hear you scream.

And when those days are gone,
When you're through all the pain.
Smile at those clouds,
And dance in the rain.

Think of how we started,
And how far we have come.
And of all those miles,
That we are yet to run.

M.

First submission. Hope you liked it!
Alisha Isabell
Alisha Isabell
Jan 25, 2016

I have cried these eyes empty,
Time and time again, I know
The hurt.
Cold caves on my face, Stone
Wells are my expression.
Wells never deep enough to trap the small girl,
But always hollow enough to have her screams remain
And echo

Throw your coins in and make a wish
Before the water washes out.

#poetry   #sad   #girl   #tears   #anxiety   #hurt   #wish   #screams   #growing-up  
jiminy littly
jiminy littly
Dec 8, 2015

[they say the meek shall inherit the earth]

those bastards
no one tells me anything
so no one owes me nuthin'

when living means dying
when dying means I told you so
when a letter arrives (too late)
when a boy no longer fits in his grave
when someone dies
and still wants love

defending myself
by yawning (as if shouting who me?)

afraid of people
or fighting for myself
or smoking grass

but having hatred
baring teeth
biting my thumb (and looking at the marks after)
striking my brother (with a hockey stick)

running off a neighbor's lawn
its slope -  too fast down and breaking a collar bone
proof gone.

still biting my thumb (and looking at the marks later)

yelling kill the the rich
and bury them with those who live outside themselves

who wear me out
who wet in commercials
transmitting their cleanliness
into our homes

they can no longer stand their filth

they smile as they shit on us

the little people

turning to face me
he dares me
to make eye contact

clenching his fist
grinding his teeth
he sputters

you middle class smurf
I don't owe you jack!

Aula Tullius Sulla
Aula Tullius Sulla
Oct 10, 2015

I give in... I give in...
I wear my sweaters thin
because nothing ever feels
hyper-real
I know kids who get raw experience
yet call me the wiser
for not getting any.

No one who sits at their dinner table,
pretending to have something to write,
deserves to be tired
and so I don't catnap
under the constipated clouds
waiting for the rain.

I grow old--I grow old
I don't like my trousers rolled
as I walk down the street
watching young people
who don't give themselves a break
from hyper-living
Just keep kicking.

Not to generalize,
but it must be said
that a barbarous youth doesn't give in
until their metal beams split
and their windows come down
and their doors can't open
because of the debris
and their admirees
stand before the pile still not knowing
who they are.

(It won't make them shiver
to think you've opened up
listening to their music
unless they open
their ears for you.)

After dusting themselves off
will all the newborn adults shake hands
look back on the skyscrapers that surrounded them
and be friends?

I give in
I relax over my comfortable,
blank lines
with nothing to write
because I'm the only one
with nothing to fight.

#life   #youth   #growing-up  
 
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