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 1109° 
Salmabanu Hatim
I almost died in a car accident,
I saw the Angel of Death take my
husband with him,
I desired to leave the world too
with my beloved .
The conductor refused me to board the bus,
Saying my name was not on the list for almost twenty years to come.
So here I am writing poetry on HP.
23/9/2020
 607° 
Ariana Solo
I understand
I care.
I see.
I hear.
I'll listen.
I'll think.
I'll support.
I'll wink.
I'm trying.
I'm aware.
I'm watching.
I'm here.
I've remembered.
I've realised.
I've believed.
I've advised.
I trust you.
I need you.
I like you.
I love you.
 350° 
eli
as you run through the wild,
i got stuck in a quicksand;
a sinkhole of our memories.
i tried to reach out to you,
but you never looked back.
you kept moving forward.
do you still feel what i feel?
 350° 
periwinkle
warm yellow light
shining through cracks in the ceiling
laying on the floor among the daisies
and breathing in the cool night air.
 258° 
Eshwara Prasad
Someone said my poems look
like etymological puzzles.

But honestly I don't know
the meaning of etymology!
 227° 
just-a-little-bird
They probably wonโ€™t apologize.
But the chance they will crushes many more hopes
Then if i was sure they would not be sorry.
 177° 
Tashenia Haughton
Writing  makes her happy.
When the pen.
Feels her pain.
And the paper.
Understands her words.
 139° 
Ashly Kocher
Itโ€™s not about where you are in life at the present time
Itโ€™s about where youโ€™ll be when your dreams take flight...
 124° 
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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!
 122° 
Kate
Odysseus held me in his arms
far beyond your line of sight
far beyond the breakers white

the siren song weaved in our brains
took care I not to go insane
music would never sound the same

neither would hear the others song
traded for a silver dart traded for the empty heart

love just a dream a far away flame
he would not look into my eyes
the siren sound had opened wide

love & music that arose in warm flames
would never come our way again

so we settled for a small blue flame
flickering softly on your sad face
tattooed in light was my name
 104° 
Betty
Birdsong at sunrise
Rising sweet on the clear air
A hymn of morning
 91° 
Ember
The Fighter
Blade of shining steel,
Heart of pure gold.
He always does,
What he is told.

Blood now shed,
Heart now broke.
The Fighter knows,
His life is a joke.

So he writes a note,
saying good-bye.
That it was time for him,
To learn how to fly.
 89° 
Delton Peele
I am nothing special
Not compared 2 u
My color is a silent hue
Oh beautifull you
magical incredible bliss
My muse
The reason i exist
All i need is parchment
A fine point gell

In indigo blue i write .
You read
And when you do
You carry me away
Through you i live out my dreams
So you see im not as great
As you
Although i love
Thank
And have become
GREAT.......FULL FOR YOU
THANK YOU FOR READING
 77° 
Kitten Yvad
I don't know if it strengthens me
or weakens me
the way I experience love

one day i say it outloud
Because its so quiet and
I'm so bored


In my dreams
i wander the
perimeter of my primary school
it morphs it seems
 68° 
Gabriel
Her Loverโ€™s heart has turned to stone
At the core where the rivers ran hot
With blood and fire
Is black obsidian
Sleek and cold
He couldnโ€™t be saved

They both underestimated love
Itโ€™s power
Itโ€™s fleeting whims
Itโ€™s fragility
The odd look of devastation
It brings to the eyes
When lovers are abandoned on the peak

They could have handled it better
 67° 
dailythoughts
all of you
good and bad
sane and insane
 62° 
yellowgogh
little she did know,
her bruises had been
the fertile soil of
wildly beautiful flowers
and, her tears had watered them
to not just be a season bloom,
but a forever spring.
 61° 
leila
I was left alone in desert of sorrow;
either you.
get lost through the life path
And a toy in every stranger's hand,
But would've calmed down minds with cups.
And running too far from every creatures we would've have ever known.
 61° 
Word farer
Until you never understand yourself
Believing people will understand you is worthless...
#todaysrealisation #truth #bitter
FIRST UNDERSTAND YOURSELF AND YOUR HEART


We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In oneโ€™s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
He
Broke my wings
So I couldnโ€™t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldnโ€™t

Die
 48° 
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 42° 
Regulus Cayapata
Take the nyquil
Ended up swimming the ocean
Laugh at the funeral
Requiem require the pair
Find the heaven
We gonna dive in hell
It's chaos, inspired by ERYS and SYRE.
 40° 
Palak Datta
He asked me- "Why are you still a ******?
I smiled and said- "I'm good at DIY"
.
..
...
The science of our body is such that it doesn't distinguish between ******* and ****** ******* since, the end result is the same.

Then why do we lust for people? Why do we look for mates even when we aren't planning to prove Darwin's Theory of Survival of the Fittest!
 39° 
Terra Levez
When I got lemons from Life
They told me
to make lemonade
I tried and tried
But the yellow drink kept coming red
with my hands burning
from the cuts that Life left me with
Now burning with acid
 35° 
callie joseph
she
i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone
the lit cigarette was smothered by the sand as the rains came in
 35° 
Orchid Rose
i  listen to him while i smoke a cigarette
peaceful morning while he tells me his regrets
but that's why we're all here right?
regrets, drugs, addiction, the tempting night?
he talks about his wife and i listen
i miss being numb. his forehead glistens
i watch the smoke rise and disperse
i stop listening. i start to think about the universe
i think i'm a narcissist
 34° 
Christina P
I was unhappy
and I know you felt it.
Because one day
with no warning,
you said goodbye.

Without looking back,
you just left me
on the side of the road.
With a shattered heart
and broken dreams.

Your last words to me
still ring in my ears,
before I go to sleep at night
and the moment I wake up.

"I can't stay.
Because if I do,
you'll walk away.
If there's one thing
I've learned in life,
it's to leave
before you get left."
 33° 
putiira
You
might just be
the promise
I have always made
to myself
 33° 
Cross Boundry
When people
Talk about love
It always seems shallow.
But really,
How can creatures as simple as I
Be expected to use such a limited medium as language
To express a feeling, an emotion, a pull so deep
A process so quick yet so intricate
As the wide, beautiful waters of love
The raging, welcoming oceans of love;
The ever-confusing, always painful waves of love.
Its never shallow depths that drag me down.
And in the same way love is water,
                                Love is fire
Scorching heat, licking flames, crackling tinder, flying embers.
Love is as complex as fire and water, earth and air, infatuation and attraction.
It hurts beautifully and pleases terribly.
But we look for it in everything.
So if my love poems sound shallow,
if my songs are superficial,
my art simplistic,
Forgive the languageโ€™s
lack of expression.
For if the world meant โ€˜I love youโ€™
Then Iโ€™d give you the universe.
it never made sense why i felt so strongly for her
 32° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
itโ€™s already

good enough.
A friend of mine told me
I write when Iโ€™m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
If it was up to this government
the homeless would be on the
embankment
by the Temple in tents
or
in Dartmoor because we all
know
that being poor
is a crime.
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