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 414° 
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
 359° 
hayley
from my number one
to the one i can't even look at.
our friendship slipped
out of our fingers
all due to your
lies and fake personality.
 337° 
rchrpoet
Beyond the forest may you see the light inside your eye,
The dead crawls begging for a corpse
whispering, dancing in the dark night
dead fireflies quitting life
this is the end the new beginning of dying
Believe an overthinker
believe a lie,
die among with the moon and be alive
Wolfs wanting a redemption
what an irony for the owls to be the exception.
 273° 
Marie-Lyne
If only
We talk
About
Our failtures
The same way
We talk
About our
Accomplishments
 250° 
Reimers
The scent of coffee engulfs the room
Amidst a table for two
A place where jazz music looms
Reserved for just me and you

Ignorant of the world around me
Distracted by your alluring hue
And that smile in clear view
Adds sweetness to my bitter coffee
 237° 
White Lion
228
To all these fragmental gods
I left hanging in ropes
when it was my turn to walk

dwelling in pain of past
stroking ego,
as orange became withered rose,

lost ground inhaling presence
in forgetting these strings turned messing
for transmittal.

I am sorry.
 233° 
Monica Alvarez
I had been riding the hand of the clock at the very second I met you.

I held as it tick and tock completing a minute, and I held more as it ran an hour.

I was grateful as it counted a day. I was screaming with joy as it reached more than months.

I was a fool for not knowing it was a timer set to end.
 213° 
Kriti Gupta
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
 162° 
Rohan Press
It is unlatched
so two shades of blue shine
      unseen, darkening.
There is no pale impression from
the ceiling light, just indigo,
      just midnight,
ink on a page unread.
You can’t make out the dust
      spiraling
anymore. You can’t remember
the last notes played here,
      anymore.
 124° 
flower child
O.
I want you
All of you
The good the bad
Everything in between

But do you want me
For everything I am
Like I want you
For everything you are

I’ve grown attached
But you seem distant
Please let me in
I just want you
 113° 
nobody
addicted to clon
addicted to nicotine
addicted to flexeril
addicted to you
addicted to self harm
addicted to restricting
addicted to being intoxicated
8 - 22 - 19
 107° 
The Red Woman
flower petals
look so pretty
falling down
as gently as
the touch of our
fingertips

but they die
and so does our love
but even in death
they look so pretty
and yet again
so does our love
 93° 
Aquilla
If love is blind
Hate must be sight

~aquilla~
 88° 
Vivek Gupta
Mushrooms on my tounge!
Smoke in my lungs!
White line up my nose!
Viens got 'em dose!
I am flying on a different height!
I am having a different fight!
With my ownself!
Staring at this old shelf!
Yeah I am high!
Seeing things like sci-fi!
We overdosed on love, on hate!
You served me death on my plate!
           -Vivek!
 86° 
Matthew
The Tears of those that I don't care of
bleed into my subconscious

Maybe this time
 83° 
antonia
I've been so different,
and I've been at my worst beacuase I have had people use me,
lie to me,
stab me
and put me down to the dumps
 78° 
nvinn fonia
man's gonna kil you god is the one who keeps you alive
 77° 
Erica Girone
I want to tell you I miss you
I want to admit my wrongs
I want tell you I love you
I want to see you just because
I want to be the bigger person
But I’m still scared of the aftermath
Don’t want our situation to worsen
Can’t chance losing my other half
I don’t know how to tell you
In a way you’d now understand
We used to do everything together
You used to be my right hand
I miss you more than ever
Feels like I lost my best friend
Please don’t change my meaning of forever
Because our love was never supposed to end
 69° 
Jim Davis
Amigos,
What are we
doing here anyway
Are we seriously
going to write
some poetry
to save the world
Or not so seriously
to save ourselves
Either way
Let’s get to it

©  2019 Jim Davis
Just a late night rambling!
 65° 
John Glenn
Reading can be a painful process
especially to those insipid enough
to dread even the pleasure
of smelling a book
 63° 
soak
i think my heart lives in the gap
between her two front teeth

a firefly nestled in sheets
of dark and less than two years
in this world of ours
and she already gleams
my niece owns my soul lol
 61° 
Mitch Prax
We live in troubled times.
The Amazon is burning and yet
no one will answer for these crimes.
Such is the twenty-first century
when the polar ice caps are melting
and there's no one to answer their plea.
 54° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight
 48° 
laura

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 46° 
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
 46° 
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.
 42° 
badtaste
one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just a kissed you goodnight
:)
I made this poem for my little cousin
 42° 
Devita
Kau tak akan pernah mengerti bagaimana pedihnya tersenyum seolah semua baik-baik saja ketika aku berada dihadapanmu.
 40° 
H A Vitatoe
Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends
 40° 
Nina
He had pretty eyes
And seductive lips
He told me
That i turn him on
I just laugh it off
But little did he know
He had turn me on first
 38° 
Alexis
I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon the be able to shine .
Ya know?
 37° 
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.
 37° 
Rebeca
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
 37° 
Donna
There’s nothing better
than beautiful photos filled
with special moments

❤️
love my family photos I have plenty hanging on my walls at home always makes me smile when I look at them ;❤️
 36° 
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
 33° 
Eliza
It's not in my heart
Or my mind
It's beyond my lungs
My veins & my flaws
It's beyond it all
The pain is deep inside
As if my body leads
To the entrance of another world
And it hurts because it's never
Been discovered
It's shiny and new
Full of nature and bloom
My pain lives alone
Beyond my ability to explain
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