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 22621° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 482° 
nyleda
i'm about as transparent
as the mirror on my wall
that says to me
"where is your mask?
put it on."
02.19.2020
 372° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 285° 
elizabeth
my feelings don’t stop
they run and run like the water from the faucet
into the bath you prepared for us
and by the time you and I get in the tub
it overflows
lavender scented bubbles coating the white tiles of your floor
I try to clean it up but the ground just get sticky
and I feel your eyes bore into the back of my head
as I mop up the leftover bath salts with your faded, yellow towel

another kind act of yours ruined by my worries

i can feel your hand loosening its grip around mine
as we step onto the subway platform
and you don’t grab at my waist
while I make oatmeal in your kitchen like you used to
back when my bruises were endearing and I was light and new

but my emotions peek through the cracks
that past lovers left inside of me
the hole my father made in my heart when I was 8 years old
occasionally shows itself when you ask why
I can no longer drink orange juice in the morning

and when the sun makes it way through the curtains
and shines onto my body
it’s easy to see all the pieces broken inside of me
and suddenly i'm not the dream you thought I was
 230° 
Skylar Daley
Is anything truly what it appears to be?
Why is it, that when I smell
Honey
I do not think of buzzing bees,
But of whiskey, leftover on your breath?
 207° 
Rashonda S Oliver
I’ll never break your heart
I’ll never let you down

I’ll always be the one
The only one who’ll be around

I’m yours
all yours

I’m in Love
In Love with  you

I’m all yours
I’ll never let you down
 191° 
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
 184° 
Raj Bhandari
Sometimes, the pain, is, very, intense,
don't you cry,it really makes no sense!
 167° 
Christopher Elwell
Not mine
Pointless worrying
Not yours
Pointless questioning
Not his
Pointless arguing
Not hers
Pointless doubting
Not theirs
Pointless measuring
God's time.
 154° 
stephanie burrows
Prozac promises. 
Stale conversation a nebulas mist
Fills my mind
A marionette dance to please you my
Puppeteer master
Dreaming of an inextingushable love
So that I can break free
From this straight-jacket romance
I long to taste chocolate kisses
That melt away dreams watching 
galaxies imploding wrapped up in his arms
Blowing away memories of you.
I took this poem from my Instagram wall
Over the last year I have been doing so much work on my poems and I found the prose is my things
 111° 
Forget
I offered my hand
You gladly turned it away
Familiar pain
 109° 
MichaelJfourie
We are like a candle in the wind
Blowing in every direction
Flickering and lighting the way
Until one day our flame goes out

        
                                                  MichaelJ
 102° 
Luke
And for a second
When I’m next to your breath
There is almost light
 101° 
TurttleQuack
OCD
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Hard

Everything was
Perfect
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
Perfection
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
 98° 
Tabitha Lee
You know what I am soooo sick of getting judged because of how I dress


Ok so you don't like it
Is it distracting to you
Disappoint you
Oh

Deal with the uniqueness!
 90° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 89° 
Beth
like moths droning towards the saffron yellow light, i am replenished by delicate heat.
your hands hold me with the fierceness of the flame burning inside. it glows violently but softens with each flicker.
 86° 
Anton
Why doesn't my feelings disappear as easily as you did?
 78° 
grey
I held the moon in my hands today,
and I wept a little.
He asked me,
"you do you weep?"
and we shared the burdens of the world.
Mister Moon is not wise,
but he is reliable.
 71° 
Day
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
 71° 
Allison Wonder
God is dead
never was
crazy head

If there’s a hell
I’ll be there
it’s just as well

Eyes sewed shut
afraid to see
stuck in a rut

Dreamed it up
called Christianity
waiting to erupt

Keep the flock in line
listen to lies
not in my rhyme

Demand devotion in his name
drowning in hypocrisy
all the suffering and pain

God is dead
never was
crazy head

If there’s a hell
I’ll be there
it’s just as well
 70° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 70° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 69° 
Mrs Anybody
when
there's no one
i can talk to

when
even the moon
is gone

i grab
a pen
a piece of paper

and write
also check out my other poems!  :)
Do not pull the ripcord
or
they'll put you on the
psych ward
and
you'll think you're in a
sideshow with Geronimo
and Buffalo Bill.

Do not take the red pill
it gives you indigestion,
question everything they do
and do not pull the ripcord.
 67° 
psykhe
don't leave me alone

even if I begged you so

trying so hard to let go

I'll hold on tighter

don't leave me alone

even if I said so

I'm desperately screaming inside my head

no I'm not okay

the voices say I'm a burden

so I shut my mouth and forget I'm broken

I can feel it

every inch of my skin

I'm sorry I can't say it

please just leave me alone
 59° 
Tricin Heer
They said that I would never play sports
They were wrong
They said that I would never accomplish great things
They were wrong
They said she would never love me back
….They were right
I wish they were wrong
 56° 
Luna Maria
the sun is shining
but the light
doesn't reach
my heart.
I used to be happy a lot
 55° 
Saumya
Bloom anyway
Don't let anyone stop you
 55° 
Johannah Jeanty
Hurt people hurt people
So don't hurt people, hurt people
Else the hurt people would hurt people, too
Just like how hurt people hurt you.
It's a cycle, really. Break it.
 52° 
Seanathon
I hate the morning
Love the shadow eyes
So much
That I often forget to
To see the light of day
How bright it is
To feel
Amazed
Be gone. Lol.
 52° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 51° 
John Jeremy
Sometimes I just willingly cry to ease the pressure deep down
So i can finally feel relaxed
Tears is all I have left
And that's the only reason
Why I keep bouncing back
Because after tears comes peace
It's okay to cry.
Being sad is a gift
 48° 
Emily
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
 48° 
Night Sky
I want to write you
I want to put your smile into epics
Your eyes into ballads
Your kisses into rhymes
I want your hands as a free verse
Your smell a pastoral poem
Every word you speak is like a love song
And I want it
“Tattooed on my soul”
Forever
I want to write everything about you
And fill a thousand books with you
My muse
My love
I want it to well up in my ink
To overflow
Spill off every page
Like I feel your love spill
Onto me
I want to write your every detail
As only a lovesick poet could
My boyfriend makes music, and one of my friends heard his song and said she wanted it "tattooed on her soul". I wrote this poem for him
 48° 
ómra
I AM GOING THROUGH THE STAGES OF GRIEF
FOR THE LITTLE GIRL THAT I WAS
AND WHEN I SEE HER IN MY CHEST
I WANT TO HOLD HER TIGHT
BUT I KNOW WHAT THAT HOLDING WOULD DO TO HER
BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT HOLDING MEANS TO HER
AND WHO SHE WOULD THINK OF
AND I AM SORRY
i know how she would struggle and cry and say CAN WE NOT GO TONIGHT, PAPA? CAN WE SKIP TONIGHT AND JUST GO TOMORROW, PAPA? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE?
 45° 
lovely
one word
it’s enough to hurt me.
it’s not your typical insult,
nor is it mean.
it’s a name...
that one single name
can slice a new cut into my heart,
make my eyes prickle with tears
and make my throat feel like i have barbed wire wrapped around it.

if only i had been enough for that name to not exist
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