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 386° 
Hussein Dekmak
For millions of years,
the sun has been shining,
It’s endless giving has made it even more beautiful.
The moon has been illuminating light, and it has only become more eloquent with giving.

Hussein Dekmak

Copyright
 253° 
Tim Emminger
Words float in the air
They rearrange themselves into a sentence
form a picture of a train and roll away

Words shaped like balloons
They float away but will be back soon

Words hiding in a tree
Leaves fall to the ground and form sentences for me

Musical notes rearrange themselves on a scale
Fingers jumping from fret to fret
or dancing on the piano keys
These are some of the things I see

Ocean waves roll in and write on the sand
Once it just wrote, "I AM"
Seashells with words lie on the beach
In a sentence they realign
Thank you Lord for this beautiful mind
 250° 
Devika S
Be
Beckoning amid the mundane chaos of all and sundry
I heard a whisper – ‘Take a deep breath. Be.’
Along a hidden guise, the voice lingered:
Sit by the old campfire, roar at their repartee
Go, revel in joy. Be!
Bask in your gradual siesta, lolling on the settee
Vision dreams black, white and hued, be.
Revel in the white Christmas joys, or stare into the forlorn sea
Through peaks of joy or hollows of misery
The voice said, ‘For no act is more profound or tranquil,
Stay. Live. Be.’
 250° 
Loxias
My eyes are fixed seeing nothing at nowhere,
Glued looking front towards voidance of thy existence.
My world seems to fade,
Your truth is my fate.
And me?
I don't know...
Lame; but it's the same.
Being a white crow make me insane,
And one multipied by you doesn't make you sane.
Your belief pushing me as if I'm bane,
But reality those white crows are the one being slain.
Loxias, to those who are in the edge..
 250° 
Litzytczt
I know you

Here I have stood with you
And I will never leave your side
Valued is what you are, you're an inspiration
Even when you feel like you struggle

Little do you know that people still look up to you
Oh don't you know
Vows create a connection
Everyday's remembrance of dedication to something or someone
Don't you want to give vows too?

You must have at least an inch of temptation to love someone else
Otherwise loneliness will be a cold side on your bed
Understand the need for love?
acrostic poetry
 230° 
Ri
gaano man nais nating manatili ang mga bagay-bagay sa kanilang kinaroroonan, nag-iiba ang kilos, pananalita, isinasambit ng puso, at ang ikot ng mundo.

may mawawala, may darating, at may mga ala-alang babalikan mo nalang. mapait ngunit salamat pa rin at pinagtagpo.

andito lang naman ako, palaging naghihintay na sambitin mo ang pangalan ko. kung sakaling mangyari, pangako, hindi ko na bibitawan ang iyong mga kamay.


at kung imposible nang matupad,
sana'y masaya ka na ngayon.

kahit man masaya sa piling ng iba,
kahit man wala ka sa piling ko.
january 4, 2019.
 209° 
Laiba
When am I going to be me
In a world full of somebody else's
 151° 
saima
You will finish
And I will finish
And this matter will not matter anymore.
 145° 
I am you
Reality is a circle
It is infinitely long
and always round
Ending where it begins

We are all running on it
Towards what we think
as the direction of faith
But ends up meeting our own selves
in the direction we oppose

The circle is a being
Full of tricks and games
And as we walk down to rest
We are trapped inside

Until we run so far
That we see our selves
Weeping or dying
On the street

And what’s real
Might become fake
Reality
Might become a dream

Like a circle
Ending where it begins
Until we pushed so hard
That we fall under it
And become
A mirror
Of a reality
Which the circle lives
 132° 
w m
97
what do you do when you miss someone so much and you can't do anything about it?
 129° 
That Guy
MUNKY, DON'T TOUCH THAT!!
Great, now it's all broken bits.
Well, it's too late now.
Bad Munky.
 110° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
It's a battle field
I tell  myself one thing
I tell myself what not to feel
When all I can really feel is me
So I tell myself not to be me
So I can live in the world  
A world I cannot conform to
Not to be an activist or a protestor
But just to be me.
It won't be ok
Until I can be ok with me
With being a real person,  not just an idea
Not just an after thought
But a true love
The kind of Love you would do battle for
Love that would stand the test of time
A love for me and no one else
So it would never be lost
This love does not yet exist
 96° 
G A Lopez
Nicotine and *******
Will only cause you pain
Just say no!
No to drugs
Yes to God
Save your life, your future.
love God and prioritize your health!
 88° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 82° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 75° 
Aasiyah
in my heart, in my mind
they hate me
i bleed smoke fine
like a broken machine

break me slowly
cause im sick
the world is turning
around
from the ground

sick kicks
traffic sticks
im a blur
thingsareheavy
im not dying
im sick

my body
is sick
thingsaremoving

he is sick
thingsarheavy
traffic stick
thingsaremoving
lights flash

the world is turning
around
from the ground
 73° 
Jack
All day
Every night
Its not alright
Being awake is a total eclipse
Nighttime brings fear EncaseD WitH LighT
Fighting the drooping eyelids to slip into night
Voices telling me its alright
Such a gentle sound
Not at all bound to a boundless silence
Still so so very stuck inside this
Sleep
 72° 
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
 69° 
Miss 'happy'
I'm brainstorming up a riot.
One where people will die
When they're asleep
And quiet.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
Where you can hear all types of war cries.
On where all types of people will die

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
With lots of fire and guns.
One where all you can hear are
The traumatizing sounds of bullets being released.
And the blood curdling screams of people dying.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
That the government can't handle.
With bombs designed as food,
And no ruler is there to rule.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
To where when you step outside,
There's a %98 chance you can die.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
Where all you can see is blood,  
And corpses.
And all you can smell is the putrid scent of rotting flesh and dried up blood.

I'm brainstorming up a riot.
One that can't even compete with war.
One where peoples hearts are took over with hatred.
And the only thing on their mind,
Is death and ******.

You read it right.
I'm brainstorming up a riot.
And the funny thing is,
I don't even know why.
Just another psychotic thought.
 69° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
Take one if you wish
Take the one you see
For all events of eternity
Transpired this to be
Every moment forward is a question
The past is the only possibility
 58° 
Anastasia
the sky is golden blue
your cheeks a pinkish hue
walking through the snowy woods
all i want right here with you
time is slow
your hand in mine
falling snow
clouds align
the softest kiss
upon my nose
arms around you
wind softly blows
it's cold
but i can't tell
deep i my heart
my love will dwell
boots are crunching
soft white snow
i love you more
than you will know
 57° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 56° 
SøułSurvivør
In her gauzy garments
Above the bowing trees
The moon has many lovers
In the sighing breeze.

They all take her dancing
In exotic lands
They give her sparkling diamonds
They kiss her milk-white hands.

She is round & fullsome
Or slender as a waif
When she is then waning
Her flowers are kept safe.

Silken skeins of darkness
When she's waxing full
Are parted by her brightness
She is NEVER dull!

Her beaux are all so courtly
But she eschews them all
Her only love can make her pale
She burns at his call...

She lets out her moonbeams
Through her eyes they weep
She loves the one eclipsing her
They can NEVER meet!

She, so strong within her court
Will curtsey when he comes
The moon has many lovers

But she's taken by the SUN.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019
 55° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 54° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 43° 
Kurt Philip Behm
In the land of my once fallow youth,
old phrases bury deep

Where seeds of time regrow the rhyme
—their crop my soul to keep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
 42° 
Careena
I apologize for my emotional density
I often worry you don't have time for me
I sit and cry and you watch me, scared
Not sure what to say, rushed, unprepared
 39° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 39° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 38° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 38° 
Joseph Rice
They say I over-think things
That I read too much into things
Or overcomplicate things
The simple, shallow, impulsive
****-ups
Should lament their inability to keep up.
Don't let the stupid masses deride your intellect. You don't over think or over complicate. These are phrases that stupid people use to pull down those of superior wit and intelligence.
 38° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 38° 
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.
 37° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 36° 
Michael Adams
I climbed a mountain, I hoped to know,
Over rocks and ice and snow,
I asked the sun in morning glow,
Where do the broken hearted go?

The Sun just laughed and moved away,
To brighten up another day.
So I took the fast way down below,
To where the broken hearted go.
 35° 
JD
In a world where deep love
Becomes a deep cut
An emotionally draining scar
That gets to replay in your mind
In a world  where being perfect
Was never good enough
No matter the effort
Your heart breaks
Your head overthinks
Your soul getting crushed by the weight
In a world where you’re staying up late
Alone with the loneliest feeling in the world
Let me sleep forever
 34° 
aurelia
Your arms are wrapped around mine
My name is the one you call
When nightmares crawl on your back

and yet here I stand wondering
where did I go wrong
why am I
the one alone
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