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Scheherazade Oct 2014
Like the thoughts that conjure now,
The last room I saw you in was bare and  cold
You didn't know but the devil was that bottle in your hand saying, "**** me, Man!"
But you were the one who lost control.
You've lost all recollection, on your life, you'll always swear
Your eyes hold no regrets, but wisper,
"****, I'm scared.. "
Ashley Haack Jun 2014
Singing along to the music,
Dancing around in the crick,
Frolicking in the moonlight,
Acting stupid 'cause it's night
And nobody can hear us,
Because the trees wisper "hush,"

Circling the bonfire
Of twigs and sticks,
Fuel to the desire,
To test out some drinks,
Because nobody will hear,
The trees still wisper "hush,"


We'll fall to the ground,
In drunken mounds,
Not stiring till noon,
Even that's too soon,
We hear leaves swaying,
The trees are wispering "hush,"

We drink some more,
And then there are four
Of us still standing,
'Till we start puking,
And the world goes dark,
And the trees wisper "hush,"
Crandall Branch Jun 2019
my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump

i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me

i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move

i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******"

but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...
hello this has bean a long time since i wrote on hear i was so busy with my crab s and then my love for them sparked the inspirateen for this peom please like comment and suscribe
Solaces May 2014
When I got dropped off the first thing I noticed was the floating islands passing on by..
They all had this blue windmill that would spin with a beautiful light at its center..
The windmills were soundless..
They did not wisper a noise at all..
I then turned around and noticed I was on a floating island myself..
I then looked over the edge  of this sky island and saw the clouds below..
I wanted to see what was under them..
My sky island seem to read my mind and took me below the clouds..
There were millions upon millions of people everywhere..
They were running after all the sky islands with their hands to the sky..
They were all screaming out " TAKE ME"!!
FLOAT ABOVE AND BEYOND.. MAYBE I WILL GIVE YOU A RIDE..
Wisper, because time
passes so quickly.
Wisper for fear the clock strikes
one too many

The hours like sighs
rob us of our moments
the good, the bad, the indiffrernt
I try to hold you .
Like the seive holds water
Through my fingers you glisten
you glimmer, you disappear
Time, time, my elusive one
You make my life appear
like a dream I hardly dreamt

You are going, you are gone
Of all the sunsets of my days
I'll remember but a few....time so dear
So unpalpable
You are gone

Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights
2006
Brandon Cook Dec 2013
This world is changing
Things are being misplaced
and yet Im still on the verge of hanging
I'm ready to get away from the edge
and get on with my life

Continuanlly, I still ask myself is it worth it
Instead of just getting on the edge and dropping
Would it be easy enough to just fall
To end all of my problems
Will hurt as much as being thrown into a wall

This sensation to end my life
grows stronger
because I continue to ask for that knife
I care no longer
I yell reaper come sir use that scythe.

I wait and I wait and I wait
I say reaper am I not worthy
Is this not my fate
I know I have sinned is that why you
torture me more than I can bare.

Make me suffer with this pain
this guilt
this overwhelming power
so I can die
and no one care.

Here I am asking for death
and you don't come forfth
I'm treated as if I don't matter why wont you come
rather its west east south or north
why won't you take my soul

Far away a voice so small
a raspy voice so rough
a dark figure lurks high and tall
a wisper a wisper is all he bares
I listen and I don't understand

What is that you say
Speak sir speak more
Is this not my day
Reaper just open that door
let me pass through to the afterlife.

I no longer belong
Take me to the land of which there is no return
Is it so wrong
Please lay me down to rest
Provide with eternal peace.

Then, I see that scythe
and i'm
there
no longer.
Ana S Jul 2016
The breeze runs over me.
Almost setting me free.
Free from the ups and downs.
Moods high only to hit the ground.
The constant change.
My mind always being rearranged.
Walking down the halls rwmaining close to walls.
Wanting to escape the crowded.
I feel safe when no one is around.
Feel stable on the ground.
I don't wisper under my breath.
Don't let the anxiety control my movements.
I pretend to listen to music even when my phones dead.
It's only because I don't want to talk to people.
Actually deep down I want someone.
Someone who will stick around.
Not just push me down.
Not make me feel worthless.
Not make me emotionless.
Thad why I like the breeze.
I finally feel free.
A short poem about feelings
kategoldman Nov 2013
Weren't we just the most beautifully ****** up creatures?
Living under the impressing of distopian reality
Kissing necks & sleeping in the stars
The care of no real tangible fault with the lust of a child
Impulse and rage, sat like birds on our tongues
Leaning in to wisper secrets of a secret society
One we had built through tiers on ocean front properties
No language of change, filled with a brief affair
Living on this off topic planet
A non sequitur palace in our dreams
Weren't we just the most beautifully ****** up creatures?
I wouldnt give a minute of it up for the world
Zachary Jan 2014
if you forget to forgive
does it mean you forgave and forgot
is that a time and lesson that faith only taught
i said to live for the second and do not stop
treat my mother with kindness or your heart will clot
my anger is with satan and only his name ill mock
its time that saved us and with the weather our moods will flock
like annoyance was just a wisper in the wind
our father in grace my hands have sinned
im tortured in lust and pain did find
our court ship promised but left in crime
its our un-devoted space that will define
my outstanding lies that crossed the line
backless dresses on the spineless *******
tracklist stresses writing eye twitches
Ana S Dec 2016
The words she paints so gently
Etch my mind
Her voice leaving me stunned
So beautiful and fine
Speaking ever so softly
Sending chills down my spine
She wispers in my ear
Babe are you really mine?
I am yours my love.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Til the end of this universe.
And life as we know it.
I will always be yours.  
Some don't believe in forever.
Some don't think about infinities.
My infinty rests with her.
She is my light.
She is my love.
Whispering gently in my ear.
I love you so my dear.
Is that so? I wisper back.
Well beautiful, guess what?
I love you too.
The words she wispers softly
Niveda Nahta Jan 2014
A mannequin as I know I am,
Soul-less, without life,
You gave me your heart and might
Just to keep me safe..
You dressed me up from dawn to dusk,
You said I needed a name,
Stephany, Mary or Carrie
Would be good instead,
You talked to me
spilled your thoughts out,
You said I couldn't pretend,
You said, "If only you could understand,
I'd love you till the end"
looking at you I would wisper softly,
"I do understand, talk to me!
hear me out! "
Never leave my grip,
Listen to me,
If only you could,
With you I'd spend my life,
until and till the end..
Holding my tiny waist,
You'd protect me from falling,
down and getting hurt,
Perhaps by an unbalenced trolley,
Everytime you'd look into my eyes,
my world would stand at halt,
For you, I was just a doll,
To be handled, to be cared for,
for me, you a hero,
A tireless lover,
who inspires me,
Somehow a lot.
I know you cannot,
translate what I'm saying,
nor can you feel my feelings,
For my thoughts are silent as I speak,
*And my speach, as I speak, Silent.
©NivedaAmber
Check me out:p- http://hellopoetry.com/-niveda-amber/
kategoldman Nov 2013
I've never been one to confess my trials to girls who listen
Curiosity runs parallel strings with caring
Prying and pulling with manicured fingers
They wisper a soothing lullaby to coax the girl with fire closer
Kiss the floor to highten their grounds
Lift the lashes off your cheek
Keep the talk for eyes who hope
Alaina Moore Jan 2019
Eye lashes brase my brow with a flash of awareness.
Of gravity, of heart rate, with fading memories of mental images and sinking in reality.  
Argument insues among the self
"why do I have to get up?"
"I don't know the ******* answer, just get up."
It goes on repeat.
Get up, get up, get up.
Frozen in the warm sheets and safe feeling that just barely lets the pressure fade.
"Why can't I stay in the twilight of REM and awake where my body is light doesn't hurt and my mind has solace?"
"I don't know, just get up."
Get up, get up, get up.
This feeling has lost me GPA points
and this feeling has cost me jobs.
Place my hands on my chest and streach out my legs.
Rip away from the fetal position and complement myself relentlessly.
Get up, get up, get up.
"You're okay" I wisper as though the echo will ensure it's truth.  
Deep breathing to irratic breathing to controled breathing.
Rise, wash, repeat.
Get up, get up, GET UP.
Rip the sheets off like a bandaid and immediately stand.
Run to the warm shower.
Pretend it's rain and back to deep breathing.
Complement what a great job I'm doing, getting out of bed, not even crying.
How proud I should be I'm taking care of myself - by taking a shower.
A basic Target pattern, fortress of solitude.
Consumed in the hot artificial rain drops I find another fleeting moment of solace.
Deep breathing, "you're okay."
Let the water run over my shoulders until it turns cold.
Dry off in the shower, take advantage of the ignored greenhouse gas - bask in the humidity.
Look into my dark eyes in the mirror, and ask questions. And hope they are good that day.
Cecil Miller Jun 2015
I dreamt an Angel came to me
With a grin and blood on his face.
Still, a tear was in his eye.
His head hung in disgrace.

He did not speak a word to me
Yet, I knew his mind.
I felt he was a part of me,
As I am, cruel; but kind.

He took me to a stair well
Leading up and down,
Splayed in e'er' direction,
As I gazed around.

Then, were lambs and goats
Battling in a field of fire,
And swine possessed of a madness;
To which I could not aspire.

The Angel pointed, with boney claw,
At the desert and the sea.
I could not choose between the two
Which one should I be.

His wisper was a fount
Of living, crystal clear
Water moving over me,
Flowing in my ear.

His fiery cloak embraced me.
It burned upon my skin.
He brought me to ground, turned me around.
The Mystery has no end.
This is the first poem I wrote that had ever been published. I was 26. I have always been really proud of it. It was lost in the bottom of my entries so I am reposting.
Whilst standing in a sea of faces
Tears inside me leave their traces
Fear shadows me like clouds
And gives birth unto doubt
And all around the sounds of voices
Inside I feel I've lost the choice

To live to die
To smile and try
To seek the meaning of my life

Yet within comes a soft wisper
Choose me
Choose life

Death beckons me to change my mind
To leave the sadness all behind
To let  this mortal life go by
Yet my soul still cry
What truth arise to let this lie
Within my confused mind

And a dove upon a branch up high
Beneath a cloudless sky
Brings peace unto my weary mind
As if to say

Choose me

Choose life!
Solaces Jan 2014
For 2 weeks we stayed at this resort.. It WAS AWESOME!! So much to do.. It was right by a lake and they served awesome food.. We were there for 2 weeks.. I remember their beds were so soft and the rooms did not need air conditioning.. They stayed cool,, The walks out by the lake were so beautiful at night.. The stars would wisper their colors to us and sometimes I could hear the moon speak with its silver voice.. In the mornings the blue skies welcomed us with open arms.. The rock road was good for bike riding.. We rode our bikes all day.. We had lunch at one of the picnic tables and I bbq for everyone.. I threw back some beers and slept so good that night.. I had so many peaceful dreams.. On the last day here I took one last walk by the lake under a stormy sky.. It had not started to rain quite yet.. The smell of atomshere started to fill the air.. There was a young boy at the shore of the lake.. He was sitting there trying to make a castle.. I was admiring the storm horizon and I noticed the trees from afar were all upside down.. I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes and the trees begin to move.. I knew then It was all a dream! I looked to the boy and created a sand castle for him with my mind.. In fact I created an entire city of sand as the boy was screaming with joy.. I then played with the lightning! I was here for 2 weeks! I slept and awoke for 2 weeks, yet I was truly only asleep for 6 hours.. AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!
2 dream weeks = about 6 hours sleep time..
Colm Nov 2016
On days like this, I wish she were here. I wish she was already asleep in my bed.

I wish that my sheets smelled more like her hair, and less like the mess that I left there instead.

How I wish, and I wish, like the stars she'd appear, every night, before my eyes, burning crystalline clear.

How I wish and I wish for our future my dear, for a setting in which we would ever draw near.

Yet alone every night only my voice I hear. As I question myself, have I've become what I feared?

Until dusk meets the dawn, wisper words in my ear. Say I miss you my darling, say I miss you my dear.
(:
Wesley Schafer May 2010
My monster will be the scarriest monster of them all
He will not be big because
sometimes the scarriest things come in the smallest packages
She will have big blue eyes
eyes you can get lost in
He will have perfect skin
not a blemish in sight
She will have agile delicate limbs
but don't be fooled they can snap you in two
He will tell you stories
some of which are true
She will wisper sweet nothings
the ones you long to hear
Wispers caught on the wind
He can keep you quiet
and you will feel like
She will never
let you go
He will
promise things but
She won't
keep them
They look like you and me
but there are hidden powers within
He may say
something and
She may agree
but only if it serves their purpose
They will leave you to fight
the mist that surrounds you

choking you in your own fears

They will leave you like a leaf falling
from a tree in autumn
He will captureyour heart
become the long lost brother
She will tell you secrets
become the sister you never had
This is why they are so powerful
not with witchcraft
sorcery
or other magical things. All
He has to do is
smile that sparkeling smirk and you will do what he bids
She just has to pout
you'll come running. running to do what she wants
They have the power to
make you hate them
but it only makes you love them more
They have the power to destroy you when
you are unarmed
He with his
charm and witt
She with her
grace and beauty
Never underestimate the power
of a best friend
when you do
you will be torn apart
piece by piece
they will break your heart and leave you

Alone

            Friendless

                             Heartless

                                                Cold

Best Friends Forever
Never Again
this was an assignment for my senior english class. we had to come up with a monster and describe it. i hope you like it.
Thomas Schulze Oct 2014
A venom kiss seals your fate
Tears and twists with times weight
A new beginning calling your name
Seize that moment before it fades
As the years drift away
Wisdoms wisper fills your day
It calls to you in your dreams
A life of beauty inspiring and serene
But that too will fade away
Your born to live alone one day
Counting down until time calls
Then pulls you from these worldly walls
poetry is all the words we couldnt say
all the emotions we couldnt tell you
all the sparrow hauting our hearts
a wisper of a soul screaming
a ***** of chains
its the song of our aura
the mistakes
the passions

poems are not to be understood
they are to be lived
accepted as so
a way to enters someones mind


wipe your feet on my tolerance carpet

sit on my patience
and let me show you everything you wont understand

watch the soul wisper a scream
its only a dream
go back to yourself

take the poem pill
and invite me in

**

sharon-Rose boisvert
an evening wisper
look up the
sky,
beautious sky, blue
and white appeared
bright illuminate, the
star of glorious
beauty,
beautious sky ye
decorate.
methought ye appear same eternal,
oh beautious sky,
from where the earth
heralds it's season,
....
Sandman Feb 2018
Sunlight cups the water wind.
Wisper the cold valley into my head.
Moutain edges cut the horizon for miles and miles.
Wet stone like charcoal
Dipped in Irish green moss
Caught in the ocean mist.
Standing in the icy creek with waterfall water washing at my skin. Light blissfully rests on my closed eye lids.
Feel the ground.
Empathy for the folds in the valley light that crawls along magnificent for infinity.
I can feel the dandelion spores.
They swing on strings and bring the clouds down.
Down.
They pick apart all the clouds until it snows.
Snow silently crystallizes leafless birch trees.
Winter flows in every direction until the creek unfreezes.
Roy Jun 2023
My storm
A gentle breeze a gentile Wisper
Only to turn in to a storm my love you are my storm
The wind took my heart away. The Tidal wave of love that washed over me
The lightning that flashed and filled my life with new light new hope
My storm my storm you are my storm that rattles my world and shakes my foundation only to wonder will the lightning strike my heart and Couse it to shatter
That Something's Always You
(A Parents Love)

Each morning when I wake up
And start my day anew
I think of something that I love
And that something's always you

I wisper that I love you
And kiss you on the cheek
Stand there in the moment
And think how lucky can I be

I watch as you turn over
To block the sunlight from your eyes
Then pull up the covers
Your attempt to try to hide

I tell you that it's time to wake
You must now begin your day
You look at me and smile
And all my troubles go away

For each morning when I wake
And start my day anew
I think of something that I love

And that something's always you

Carl Joseph Roberts
A parents love is like no other.
Viper Jan 2011
once it was just a wisper that has grown in to a roar

what you believed a window was always the door

the blessing in disguise revealed itself a curse

the poem of life shows its secrets in every verse

hold your breath because its so hard to breathe

deny what you see because you don't want to believe

there is no escape even though you've never been caught

turns out the truth is not what you always thought
copyright/Viper 2011
elle Mar 2012
It took me 15 years to find someone
To tell this to
It took me a good few months of flirting
To tell you how I feel
It took me several wide smile and soft kisses
To wisper it in your ear


No, in all actuality
It only took me 2 seconds to say it
And a lifetime to regret it
Her lips are glossy
Words spoken softly
Eyes that despise
Everything you ever dreamed of
But the stakes are costly
Beware, caution to apply
Before the gleaming stare in her eyes
Nice or naughty
Melting to shape the curves in her body
I describe her skin
As the forbidden sin
The taste that makes the colors in the sky
When the day breaks
Emotions that out wave the ocean
Leaves you hypnotized
From her passionate tides
She moves as the wind
Making your world come to a spin
A wisper in your ear
Makes all troubles disappear
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
Hallow to the core
The earth's tears spatters when it pours
After the rain comes sunshine
After the pain comes more crime
The bird's will cherp as the thiefs steel
The burn hurts before the skin peels
Awake yourself before your eternal rest
Those who give there's wealth are those who's blessed
Open your eyes when you sleep
They wear a disguise and walk like sheep
If you listen the winds will tell
Stories that are written before the ring of the bell
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
Who am i
But just an light in the nights sky
To brighten your path
Giving you an option of righteousness or wrath
Growing like a muster seed in your heart
Stop the greed and play in smart
Wear a crown and wash your feet
If you frown you'll become weak and weep
As The leaves fall
Disease will come and devour us all
When the spring rise the flower blooms
We'll stand tall and wise once all is doom
Until next time
When we harvest from the vine
Be true to your soul
Just pay the toll
Clear your mind and reach your goals
I wanta be yours forever
For what it's worth it's better
Baby we can come together
Baby we can come together
I wonder if she knows
how beautiful she really is
hiding behind all her clothes
shaming herself for who she is
if only she would listen when i
wisper in her ear
"You are so beautiful"
INFINITEabyss Jan 2016
You'll write their name on your tired body with permanent ink and call it love
Because Aunty said it's beyond what the eye can  see but what the body can feel.
Itll take you months to learn its not the same thing to create this.        
You'll try to make them stay with your wet mouth, with those trembling hands, wisper all the things that would make you stay in that husky voice
But warsan said you cant make homes out of people
And your new mantra is "nothing in this world belongs to me I release it all"  
But you keep it all in slit like creases in your scattered messy heart, and your tender thighs,
And your static and wandering mind.
and my love? My lover? Dont you see the only thing you're letting go of is yourself.
Sudipta Maity Jan 2018
The Gloomy hair river and eyes coal black;
In eclipse of half moon night,
its too quite to wisper.
Vegabond my sleep disappeared.
Light cold winter and my poor love;
the  old blanket which,
I am dyingly search for.
Rambler my sleep turns to subliming.
The dream hives is now break parts,
so i listen to ears, songs of night birds.
Gypsy my sleep fadded wonder.
I wraped my sheet with tight grips;
and she gives her sympathy by mild warming,
saying that you lost your sleep forever.
Where is the words for the pain,
touch of nicotine turn my lips brun.
......Oho my sleep come bake to me,
.....Oho my dream plsease be return.
sleep less night
Adriaan Harms Jul 2015
Me: "Hello?"
All I ask is an answer back,
But never get one from where the voices come.
Me: "Who's there?"
All I want is a name,
Not for suffering, not for fame.
Me: "Please... Please just say something?"
I hear the voice,
I hear it wisper...
Me: "I can't... I can't hear you!"
Silence,
Not that soft, not that loud
The voice comes near, a gentle sound...
I hear it clearly.
Me: "What's this all about?"
All I hear next, is...
Get out.
Listen to the voices, sometimes they're there to help.
Shadow Queen Aug 2014
Sometimes I feel like the world would be a better place without me. Sometimes I just want to end all the pain I feel. But then you came along. I can see the love you feel for me. I can taste the forever you have promised me. I feel the warmth of your body against mine. But then when you have to leave, because of how hard they try to keep us appart, things change. Thats when I hear the evil words they say. Thats when I see the crimson red pain escape from my wrists. Thats when I feel the desperate sharpness of my old friend. And suddenly the world  fades back to the darkness. Then I hear the horrid screams of silence. And once again I feel cold and alone. Suddenly a small light comes out of the darkness. It's warm and causes me to look up from my lonely pain. I see your face and, again, I feelthe love and warmth you have brought me before. Once again I feel that forever I was promised. Though I still wait forthe question that will forever take me away from my dark place. The sweetest question that I will ever hear. "Yes" I wisper to myself in hopes that u will ask soon. When that day comes I know the light u have broight will fallow me as well. But for now I will watch the light and warmth follow u as u both fade away, and I am left here to wait alone in my cold, dark place.
kategoldman Nov 2013
I* want the world to wisper my name
I want simple smiles, kind eyes
Only you and your sweet time
Red painted swing, to and fro
Line your table with books and know
Lips closed, breaks to breath me in

*I want you to know me
Georgiana Banks Sep 2012
Look at me.
Hear my thoughts.
Screaming, crying,
Hear my voice
like the wet sand is now dry
and the cracks are forming.
My words are hitting a cold steel wall
No door, no window
no way is it possible to look inside
and see whats happening
after bashing and thrashing and screaming and beating
i wisper
"please,
Please face me"
crazytilde Nov 2014
I'm a mear ghost
A wisper on the wind
I'm a dieing flame
A pile of ashes
I can't play this game
It's burning up my insides
Charcoal smile
Vladimir s Krebs Jan 2016
i have been with you my life. but what i have said some day u will see me again.

you have been my life but my road never ends of journies and stories of the untold.
i promised you i would find you. when your cryes have reached the full moon and water rivers. your crys have benn there to my promise

we have drifted to long and when i see the roses in your hair i dont even know what t say.

we both have words we havent even spoke of exept your arms around me

your wisper i have found my savior
i would stop this world to find u
Ilaha Dec 2018
When your soul is old and heart is bold,
Your steps unfold that the life is gold;

When you know - the time is now
Upset your soul you don't allow.

You comprehend- what you map
Might be short like a clap

You forgive and still believe
For what comes is the best to live.

When your soul is old, your words propose
The truth, you know, your wisdom withhold

You feel that saying "No"
Is not a sin but love's Hello;

Your heart's wisper you hear
That for others might appear not clear.

You prefer listen to talk
Since you know how to walk

When your soul is old, your misteries foretold
The importance of love in your road

Inner love you lavish
So it doesn't perish.

Gracefully your steps are made-
Your heart will never fade,

For your main goal
Is to rid your self of a patrol.

When your soul is old and with trees you bond
You hear them say "you're beloved!"

You meet each soul with great
Gratitude innate

For those who stay -Will embrace your ray
Those who leave-You never grieve.

-Aloha-
Hailey A Carlson Jan 2013
Don't tell me you love me,
Don't tell me you care,
Don't wish me good luck,
Or give me all ears,
I don't want a love song,
Or a wipe for my tears,
That's not what I need,
To cope with my fears
I want you to kiss me,
To hold me in close
I want you to miss me,
When I have to go,
I want you to wisper,
Things for just me to know,
I want you to lasso my heart with your rope.
Claire Marie Jun 2016
I wish I could wisper in the depths,
And create an echo in your heart
You are wanted
You are loved
"Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful."
Song of Songs 4:1.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT May 2015
One more!
Just one more will not hurt,
a little touch of the lips before you say goodbye,
a little wisper in my ear, just before you say " i love you"

one more!
A little touch of wine on my tounge, filling my glass again.
a little singing and tapping,
before you say its enough.

One more!
Just one more!
All i need is just one joke to make me laugh before i fall asleep.

— The End —