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 566° 
Carmen Jane
My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.

I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.

The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched...
 516° 
Jonathan Polivka
I fell on my face too many times that night.
Like a fool with clipped wings masquerading as a free bird.

I heard the cool crisp air ushering me to security, guiding me by the dim light.
I took a leap of foolish faith in flight,
And landed on my *** in the middle of the night.

The air whispered sweetly around me and laughed in good fun. Then leaned in to ask what I could not answer;
“Are you alright?”
 498° 
Antonyme
Sometimes
silence says more
than empty words
because
the golden ratio,
2 ears,
one mouth


...



yup,
it works
 498° 
Bijan Rabiee
With an old secret
I sank into her endless eyes
Pondering over laws
That effected such marvel
And leased me to madness
Words were melting in my mouth
She, refraining her turn of phrase
A tear rolled down my cheek
Stirring passion's tongue
A tear rolled down hers
Wielding my soul ablaze
I rejoiced in silence
Lest i betray my confidence
She handled my eyes
Spotting my inference
I could no longer bear
The fruits of my fear
I leaned over and touched
Her sculptured nails tenderly
Freeing my emotion
She smiled coyly
Sealing my devotion.
 375° 
jeffrey conyers
I can lose my wealth.
I can lose it all.
I will still be rich.
Just having you to love.

The sun can stay dim.
The moon don't have to glow.
I still see light.
Just having you to love.

All our substances?
Is built within one another?
And it's just not about us being lovers.
It much, much more.

We have the support of one another.
And with growth, it has deepened more.
And just having you to love.
It is more than enough.
 273° 
F White
This rawness
The salt of life
In all my wounds.
Of this existence.
The obstacles and trials
Of being human.
Are too much but in one...
the same and
Enough.
Copyright fhw 2019
 219° 
Jessa M Saquin
the saddest part is
I still care

Life is unfair
you now care for someone else
been years but im still here
 210° 
B00ks101
Remember Ikkyu every day,
Poems written on leaves then cast away,
While we in another time and place,
Consign our efforts to cyberspace.
Ikkyu Sojun monk and poet
If I had a dime,
For every time you sighed.
I would have built us a new paradise,
Where I would drown you
And die.
 89° 
Cassia
I can't decide if missing you
Is more painful because
I expect you to be here
Or because I know you won’t be
Du du du...
 88° 
Nolan Willett
A heavy, inward sigh,
As I stare at all the passerby,
Each with their own lives,
I wonder if they think of mine?
 82° 
Tom
Together we are strong,

Solid and uniform, 

But something now is wrong,
The heat is turning on

.

We no longer belong, 

This close when it gets warm,
So I shall say so long, 

Be free in liquid form.
The physical phenomenon of melting from the perspective of an atom.
 78° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 72° 
mads
do you remember me yelling
I love you too
out of the car window when
I dropped you off for the last time


I wish I would have let you kiss me.
 70° 
Nicole
You gave me hope
In a time where I did not want it
Where I refused its glimmer
And was sealing my fate
With the kiss of Death..
All from a poem
You wrote
That
Probably
wasn't meant for me.
 65° 
Daisy Ashcroft
I know you.
And so I know that you are not from here.
And that you want to go back to wherever you came from.
But you won't admit it - to me or to the world -
Because you are afraid:
Afraid of being rejected by that place and then
Having nowhere to go.
You can't believe that any longer;
if you continue this belief, you'll get nowhere.
And eventually this world will realise that you don't
Belong here and banish you anyway.
So don't keep lying
Because I can't be bothered
With this anymore either.
Good day to you.
And I hope you make up your mind
For it won't be long
Until...well
Do I really have to tell you?
 64° 
Triste
I have carved your name
On every bone that lines
Beneath my skin
And darling, I am at peace.
 63° 
Jules
Lost myself
In the moment of it
I fell in love
With you for a minute
 61° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 59° 
Starkeeper
life's a stage
Full of acting and doubt
We're put in a cage
always pushing and pulling
Just wanting to get free
Just wanting to get out
This is obviously inspired by Shakespeare's The world's a stage, I was watching dead poets society and i came up with it when Neil was about to **** himself,it's how I felt Neil felt when he was about to **** himself,or at least the sad side of how he felt
 55° 
U N Owen
If demons looked like demons,
evil would be rare.
It's the demons dressed like angels,
that you must beware.
 53° 
ranveer joshua
running with the pack
wagging their tails endlessly
full of excitement
 53° 
JSL
Maybe if you didn't have a bad sleep?
Maybe if I had wore a different jumper?
Maybe if you liked your coffee differently?
Maybe if I didn't listen like that?
Maybe if you didn't know her?
Maybe if I was less interested in the Terracotta Warriors?
Or more? Or if I didn't miss you pointing out that ***?
Maybe if you weren't in a relationship.
Maybe if I wanted one.
Maybe if you also ordered the raw fish?
Maybe if I drank gin, neatly?
Maybe if you wanted me, like you said you would?
Maybe if I wasn't so greedy for the romanticisation?
Maybe if you didn't think I would break this beautifully?
Maybe if I didn't think I would break this beautifully?
Maybe if.
To Shannon. Keep it going, don't let it die.
 52° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 51° 
Scott Montgonery
You never told me what was to come
You couldn't, my mum.
You couldn't because you didn't know
You couldn't
 50° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
 49° 
MellowMomo
I wish you would understand me
You say you do
but you don’t
I wish I could say no to you
You say I can
but I can’t
I wish you would just let me be
You say you will
but you won’t
I wish I wasn’t so lonely
But why am I
when I’m with you
 48° 
elSe
Inside my heart, inside of me,
There is a place longing for poetry.
 46° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 44° 
Anna Josephine
I am afraid of the scariest of things.
I am afraid of the past and what the future might bring.

I am afraid of your eyes they all have a story.
Some of pain some of love
And some just ignore me.

I am afraid of judgement the things that you see.
I am most afraid of what my friends think of me.

I am afraid of the dark, my mind and of being alone.
I don't like to remember things that happened at home.

I am afraid of all this and of so much more.
But the one thing I know is I'm brave to the core.
 43° 
BJ Donovan
Post the poem even though you
fear judgement and ridicule
and they always follow, but
post the poem brave.
 42° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 42° 
Amanda
i ran to you
the way rivers run to the sea,
a steady rushing flow
toward the delta we created—
the world where my white rapids
danced into your carolina blue,
pouring my entire existence
into a body that didn’t need me

and the hardest thing i’ve ever done
is rewrite gravity
to change the course of my heart

a hard
but necessary
delta
the sea will survive with one less river...
but i won’t.
i need my love a lot more than you do
 41° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 41° 
Hector
~

There is ecstasy underneath the pain

of a coldest kiss, a fantasy born in the dark

between shadows, a lifeless spark

leaves me thirsty and longing forever-

But kiss me I implore!

I am tired and old

and life does not play anymore

where you are in love with this soul-


-
H.O
October 20, 2019
“What died in that room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human.”
( Louis) Ann Rice “Interview with a Vampire”
all my poems
are deep and depressing
but people dont get
the feelings
im expressing

i talk about love
about acceptance
about love
about things i actually
strugge with

i havent quite decided
if i want to keep
hiding the monsters
in my head

or if i want to
open the door
and let them all out
because theyre killing me
 40° 
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
 39° 
Renée
When was the last time you look into my eyes to admire me
 37° 
Amy
‘What’s the worst sin you’ve committed?’
He coaxes
Entranced, she falls into the trap of his tricks
And words tumble and run from her lips
Falling right into his hands
he grins a wicked smile full of evil promises
She obeys like a good girl
Because the dark is alluring, and tempting
And is somehow familiar to the darkest depths of her soul.
For everyone has a dark side owned by the devil.
Whispers of the devil
can drive you to sin as
everyone is capable of evil.
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