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 591° 
Kaidynce Thompson
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


But

That someday

isn't here yet
 426° 
NC
Your words echo
Beautiful and violent
Deep within my everything
I ache
Wanting, needing, yearning
Words and feelings
Impossibly out of reach
Thank you
 394° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 393° 
Sobbingsoul
I am
Avalanches of love
You are my Boulder
Stay strong and broad
Holding me tight
Don’t let me fall

©️Sobbingsoul
 390° 
Jon G M
You
The sexist thing you can wear is
your own skin
That is what make you you
 373° 
Poetic T
Words  mean volumes,
        When none



Are spoken.
 350° 
clever
i learned to live without you
but that doesn't mean i wanted to
come back to me, baby.
 349° 
Winnie
I love you

I want to say it millions of time to you
So you’re not afraid of loving me back
 247° 
Jim Davis
What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
Just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
 187° 
ymmiJ
Spring snow fell today
Fresh signs betraying stealth steps
In devils thicket
Hiding springs youthful bounty
Of life's treacherous starting
 183° 
theodosia
i will always stay by your side,
even if you won't reciprocate my feelings,
i promise.
hi shane
 168° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 165° 
Stephen James
you were there when i
stood beneath the darkened skies
where lightning struck twice
a haiku
 156° 
Zelia Valdez
We’re angels so afraid we’ll fall we cut off our own wings
And bind our feet down to the ground with our halos’ crystal strings
So scared we’ll open our mouths, preach falsely we’ve forgotten how to sing

So sure that we’ll not fly forever we shift our gaze to the ground instead of the skies
So caught up in the ways that we could fail, we’ve sealed our own demise
Anxiety
 127° 
A Slow Heyoka
Gravity moves the river
Resistance helps shape it
The edge gives its shiver
But the fall is what makes it
poem by: A Slow Heyoka
Written on Mar 21, 2018
I'm just wondering
if there's a space or
a place where they go,

where what go?

well, where do
all the posts and tweets
go
that are unavailable?

Is there
an acceptable
repository
for what Facebook and
Twitter
don't want you to see?

or is it just me
being nosey?
 115° 
Loony
I’m that monster under your bed
You fear me
Or you want me
Don’t worry
I only hurt the ones that want me
So just fear me
You’d be better off
 112° 
Cobear
Light my demons on fire
and pray to god
they burn off
 109° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 89° 
Hunter
My heart is aching
My hands are shaking
The feelings I’ve been fighting
Now the feelings that are flowing
I feel more like myself
I feel like I’m going mad
All I feel for you is sad
I miss you, and it hurts so much
I would do anything to give you a touch
Ever since you left it feels like a dream
Having you back was unthinkable though
You mess me up, but I love it
You left me, but still I love you
 85° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 84° 
Soxna la Donna
L.O.V.E

L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.

O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.

V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.

E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Not really a poem
 67° 
Madeleine
When your words speak yes
but
your actions show me no
 64° 
Poetress2
Love me like you use to do,
when we first met, and I was new;
Cherish me, with all your might,
as when at first, I spent the night.
~
Respect me for the woman I am,
in the days, when you first held my hand;
Protect me as when we first met,
and we didn't know each other yet.
~
Take pride in everything I do,
even if you don't approve;
Be on my side, through thick or thin,
please believe in me again.
~
 61° 
Karijinbba
Mountains conquest become insurmountable obstacles as impatience endeavour ill.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
understanding answers arrives
when experience discloses
friends heros from foes
innocent victims, from unsets
 61° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 58° 
Daniel H Shulman
She’s in my field of view.
So what am I to do?
I’ve nothing much to say,
but cannot look away.

This beauty caught my eye.
It’s pointless now to try—
though staring is a sin,
I’ll sin and take her in.

This beauty sits so near,
that my world stopped right here.
Now life’s very essence
is simply her presence.

Perhaps I’ll see her smile
if I sit here a while.
But if she won’t it seems
I’ll see her in my dreams.
Blogging at www.insightshurt.com
Buy “Insights Hurt: Bringing Healing Thoughts To Life” at store.bookbaby.com/book/insights-hurt
 53° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 53° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 49° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 47° 
ok okay
Let me die and take me to nowhere
nowhere is better than heaven !
 46° 
Liv DeBenedictis
they call them winter blues,
and april showers
bring may flowers,
but i’m still blue over you.
 46° 
Natalie
It was like hiding in a room
and having to be emphatically quiet
and you’re short of breath
all you want to do
is take one very very deep breath
but you take smaller breaths instead
shallow breaths
and your chest is still tight,
but if you could just take one
satisfying deep breath
it would be enough
but it’s too loud
and you’ll be found
so you just continue on
practically suffocating
breathing one quiet
miniature breath at a time
 43° 
Aubrey
Let it end, now
I break the connection between you and I
I remove your power over me
The trouble is I care too much
And so I have let you rob me from me.
I let you take away the words i wanted to say.
The things i would've liked to have.
The things I need.
I'd like to say I don't care for you
But I can't help to care.
You promised forever.
Silly me.
It's human nature don't you see
Well for me it is anyway,

You,
I don't know what you are anymore.
A.
 43° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
Call me heartless
if it helps you feel better

keeping me locked in a memory
of bitterness
dragging my name through the dirt
as you tell the next girl of the one
before

I can keep your kisses pressed
against my heart
and pretend the sweetness lingers

if it makes you feel better
be cruel and not kind

I don’t mind
 42° 
Nie
I was missing you before we even met.
 41° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
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