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 502° 
kell
ask me where I want to go
"I dont know"
Ask me if its okay to stay and sleep
"I dont know"
Ask me where I want to eat
"I dont know
Ask me if i want to leave
"i dont know
Ask to hold my hand
"yes"
Ask to kiss me
"yes"
ask to date me
"yes"
Ask to love me
"yes"

im indecisive with everything but you i just want you
kiss me like you want to be loved
 391° 
Emma Price
Oh, my dear
please calm my fear
by staying near
as the demons jeer
and the ghosts leer
whisper in my ear
when the coast is clear
~much love
 307° 
Lamar Cole
The night was made for romance.
In the night our two hearts dance.
Under the stars our lips touch.
In the garden your embrace means so much.

The night was made for love.
Our hearts cooing like a white dove.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.

The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.
 272° 
ja
My mind gets nowhere
Whenever I talk, deal, and work
The trauma - being so jumpy
Feeling down in the mouth

Why people are so rude
They got me thinking that I’m fake
It’s crazy, can’t change it
It stresses me out

Love expects you to change
I’m tired of myself
Girl it’s true, I want to fast forward
As I can’t sleep tonight
 249° 
dog pillow
The musty smell fills my nostrils and I am

Frustrated.

Lines don’t go where they belong and the paint won’t dry.

I love the brush like I love the paint.
Solemnly and with respect.

Smoothness rounds my movements
Shakiness fills my hands.

I want to feel how the oil feels
Powerful; purposeful.

But what remains of me is the canvas.
Blank and achingly abismal.
 187° 
Starry
The world is tired.
She is feeling quite blue
"Out of reach," she says.
"We are out of reach."
I do not feel out of reach.
And out of judicious sense,
She, the world, decided to play a trick on us.
A trick to make us sleepy.
I am feeling sleepy...
I think I might sleep...
Goodnight….
Used five words from a generator
Tired
Reach
Judicious
Trick
Sleepy
 184° 
JR Morales
I thought your eyes I could dismiss,
And your smile I wouldn't miss,
But I still feel your lips
Giving me a permanent marker kiss
 137° 
Rhys Michael
Summers end evokes an ache so tender and calm
That sits beneath your chest - demanding to be felt
It’s quiet and consuming
As you lay with it at night
And In the quiet hours it’s what’s keeping you alive

This irreverent sting is all that’s left
In the wake of the snowstorm -
It’s the only reminder there was light before the fall
But fires don’t burn forever - day always turns into night
And the night pales in comparison
And the low is greater than the high
Then that familiar feeling reopens old scars
And you hang there by a thread slighted until you're starved
 134° 
Julia Rose
Dice
And Roses
Dungeons And
Dragons
Long hair piled up
Secret  smiles
Knees brushing
 131° 
Julianna
Shambling legs
And tried eyes
Fake smiles
And lovely lies
 117° 
Tabitha Lee
A dance with death
It is a elegant thing
A dance with a slowing pace

A dance with death
Is all I need
To make this decision

A dance with death
For this decision
Between two people

A dance with death
To decide between you
or him

So let me have this dance
Death
So I can decide between them

Lets waltz
with a trail of blood following us

Lets foxtrot
with a beat to sufficate to

Lets tango
to the beat of my heart slowing

Death
Thanks for the dance
To decide between the two people


Thanks
 114° 
yasmin
what if we were made
to enjoy the sin?
 101° 
Nurul Hoque
Once I was very slow and placid,
Like a sleek of your mild hair
you told many times do what you need
Nothing to be done as with utmost care


We are suffering lots from dictator threat
Day to day humanity is totally dead
Someone on top to say he is great
I am undone Stupid little careless and mad

You're cherished well as amicable to me
You're really a wonderful and rigid backbone
My all doors is closed no way to  flee
Though I hypnotized  by your mellow tone

My heart is cleft looking dark not able to rid
From devils ruin, once I was fresh and placid
 86° 
deyrah
Love comes with the season.
Or so they say.
But the seasons come and go.
So, do we play??
We are stranded here, off love...
Do we stay??
 72° 
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° 
Cameron
Your words glide
Over my
Heart like a
Skater skates
On ice lakes.

Slowly you
Wear me down;
Carve your words
Onto my
Heart with blades.

One time you
Will cut through
And fall in
Through the crack
That you made.

You will try
To climb out,
But you are
Stuck in the
Void with me.

Now you'll know
Just the harm
That a few
Words can cause.
Can't you tell?
 71° 
L
Not
I dont know why im like this. I talk in riddles and i move in puzzles. Sorry.
 66° 
Joshua Adam
With moments crippling my heart
Reminding me every moment
"You are loved"
Taking these broken hearts and allow me
To fix you and right all these wrongs.

For i am not your first but i will fight to be your last
With a heart armed with love ready to explode
You are Mine and i would die for your happiness
So please let me try and wrap you up and try to find the person inside i promised to protect.
 62° 
Sal AK
When you throw away a beautiful today
For an uncertain tomorrow,
Love gives up on you
And turns to your shadow.
Tomorrow will come with it’s empty promises
So will remain what’s left of the pain,
In the shape of what could have been.
#Tomorrow #Love
 58° 
OpenWorldView
this little hot spark
ready to ignite the world
fell in its cold sea
 57° 
Níla
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
 56° 
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.
 54° 
melanie jackson
isn't it lovely
sitting here alone
isn't it lovely
listening to you yell
isn't it lovely
seeing you in pain
isn't it lovely
wasting my life away
isn't it lovely
crying every night
isn't it lovely
in this empty house that feels full
isn't it lovely
seeing happy faces around me
isn't it lovely
fakeing my joy
isn't it lovely
feeling my heart break
isn't it lovely
laughing through my pain

isn't it lovely
the questions that i ask you
 54° 
mango
men loaded with guns
guns loaded with bullets
bullets scorned out
like merciless sentences

berated by the harsh blue and red
--and white again--
before it all spills onto the ground
murky and grotesque and divine
into the dusty cracks
they'll feel his breath subside.
alternatively titled "collateral"
 54° 
Salmabanu Hatim
An innocent child can give you the best lessons of life than a preacher.
22/10/2019
Death is not pretty.
Death is not brave,
Death is not freedom
Or grace
Or clarity
Or glorious.
Death is lonely,
Undignified,  
And vastly disappointing.
I do not recommend you try it.
 50° 
Zay
"Dead people receive more flowers
than the living ones
because regret is stronger
than gratitude."

-Anne Frank
 50° 
I REALLY
:)
its not that i want to die
because no one cares about
me anyway

its just that i dont think
i care enough to
be in this world
 49° 
Shi Em
and even if this is
the calm before the storm,
i'd still be glad and grateful,
because i had a day like this,
a day like this.
 49° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 48° 
mercy party
it is a long way over here
but it is a longer way back
so i'm off to somewhere else
to the wrong side of the river
i'm not doing so well with things
sorry for the formalities
i was a long way off with you
what you're afraid to go back to
is what keeps you around i guess
it's just the incidentals of business
 47° 
Logan Paul
Hazy forest
A huge, solid snake slithers
betrayed by the grass
 46° 
Graff1980
I got no swag,
just a split spine
that sits in a bag,
that I drag
everywhere
I go.
 45° 
Eloisa
She loved and valued others
as exactly as they are.
Then proudly watched them as they changed to the truest and best versions of themselves.
 44° 
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!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!
 42° 
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.
 42° 
Napolis
Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we you
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your
more,

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.
 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.
 40° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 40° 
Anila Reed
Your love is my life line
Without you I’d fall apart
Smashing into a million pieces
Like tomorrow won’t exist
I live for you
Breathing only with you
You are my happiness
Today tomorrow always
Like the promise we made
Standing at the alter
I will love you
Here now and forever
Through dark times
Black clouds
We fight it through
When we hit the bottom of a well
We have one place to go
Rising together hand in hand
You are my soul mate
Together we are complete
Apart we are like a puzzle
One missing piece
and we are incomplete
 38° 
triztessa
We aren't,
after all,
objects
you fit into
the shape of your
wants and needs or
whatever kind of life
you lead us
and you turn me
like a marvel
like a caveman
discovering
this light
and then you switch

I am not the type
I am not the end of the game
I am not the comfort

You seek.
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