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 370° 
Sean Hastings
The fights that are the worst
Right before a break up
Knowing that it might not
Be able to save the relationship

The worst thing is the

Silence

Leading

Up
 232° 
Maria Hernandez
I have this aching feeling inside of me
I feel as if my chest is being torn apart
piece by piece.

It has come out of nowhere.

I feel it deep inside of me, and it's hurting.
I feel like SCREAMING.
I want to cry.

it becomes uncontrollable.
I need to rip my heart out.
I want it to stop.

What is happening to me?
What is this feeling?

I've never felt this way before
I'm falling apart and I don't understand.
What is causing my wanting to rip apart open my chest?
I need to relieve this intense, insatiable, itching inside of me.

I am in pain and I don't know why.
 220° 
cs
i wanna be
your knight in the
shining armour
saviour
with a red cape

i wanna be
your light in the
dark when
night
falls

and you're alone
locked up in
your tower
the scars and bruises
that trace your heart

and i hate that i couldn't
save you
strands of hair cut
drifting in the summer gale
like sunlight
Voglio proteggerti da tutto.
Da me.
Così non sarai mai più ferito

©V
 154° 
Yonwato
If I die young, do not mourn me.
Throw me a party
Wear bright colours to my funeral,
Make it a festival.
The world was dark enough,
Make my exit bright.
 153° 
Kyrie Hajashi
If my life were a day
you'd arrived at half past two
right after my late lunch
right before my next shift
 124° 
Jemevic
A clueless silent night.
The wind is blowing gently, calmly,
filling in the pits
and ringing the wind chimes
to wake up to see a beautiful night.

The sky is silently watching,
floating with the wind to
wherever it takes.

The wind and the sky nurture, nurse each other
like a true lover;
making the mortals below jealous.

Even a storm can't mess things up,
if they have each other in their hearts.
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 109° 
Ritz
She cried diamonds.

They ran down her cheeks in rivets.

Glistening under the moonlight, she cried diamonds.

They pooled at the bottom.

Looking at the mirror, she cried diamonds.

They fell, echoing in the silence.

She fell with them.
 95° 
eden
every instance I battle with the blue
I want to sink into it,
I don't wish to go through

the demons, the razors, the dark, and the blood
but it never matters what I want
there's a deathly flood

in the moments I'm supposed to be alive
I am a corpse . . .

I lie in my coffin
I grieve in remorse




eden
written in the mental hospital lol
 78° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 64° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 59° 
Grace Willow
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
 55° 
Elise Jackson
i want to write of you
but i cannot bring myself to finish anything i say
writing about grief through grief
is hard

and you would think that it would be easy
since i've been writing for years
i hate leaving things unfinished

i try not to think of it often
maybe that's the problem

i freeze when i do
it feels like i'm the only one that remembers you around here.
 53° 
ag
I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
 48° 
jade
its never-ending torture.

you're in my dreams at night,
you've taken over my thoughts during the day,
i cant get a break.

but, maybe i dont want to
maybe, secretly, i like it.

maybe, just maybe,
im looking forward to it,
this never-ending torture.

it might not be so bad.
tysm for readinnnn<3333

(the title is a joke about the kit-kat slogan because it's "have a break, have a kit-kat"
 43° 
Owen
And I'm freaking out
in this moment,
alone
in an overpopulated space.
My heart begins to race
and I go to a dark
secluded place
in my head,
and it scares me
that I default
to desires of being dead.
Cue the flashbacks
and the dread.
It sticks around,
hangs over me,
till some kind of violence
hangs me.
Running is the only way I know how to cope that works now.
 42° 
Moksha
A wall of rain approaches.
As I watch it travel towards the sea
Does the rain in my soul
Cease to watch its cerulean glow
Against the brewing waters.
 39° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 34° 
Martina
I dreamed of a fantasy

Lonely souls floating at sea
Over our heads countless stars
Vivid images warm my heart, but
Every now and then I wonder why

You’re not here with me
Or were we together, once
Upon a fantasy
Two people who can’t be together easily but there’s no sense of abandonment, of tension, of something painful, the separation feels bittersweet, as if it was only a momentary thing, you can look at the same stars, the same sky. My wondering is curious and dreamy.
 28° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 26° 
Anna Maria
I do not believe you.

Were the promises you made lies?
Or right now is your brain in a haze?

All I want to know is, was everything a lie?
Or can you just not deal with it right now?

Is this only for right now or this this forever?
Time goes by so slow
 26° 
Skye
---
that's just it.
every poem
every emotion
and memory
and accomplishment
deleted.
gone.
with a click of your finger
©Skye
 24° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 23° 
Kelly
Hills are climbed for coasting
Trudging the upward *****
crunching your breath
legs burning and aching
pressing the pedals to the pavement
for the thrill of the drop

but darkness can hide in overactivity
insufficiency
inadequacy

and after the climb
I find myself pumping the gears
desperate to catch traction on the fall
to keep pushing
when all the wind wants me to do
is

    release.
stop pedaling
 23° 
Renae
I've learned I'm entirely
broken...
into tiny fragments.
I don't attempt
to pick up my pieces,
slicing my skin on sharp egdes.
I sat long in the mirror examined my colors... outstanding
my shine, not gone
perhaps not broken.
I said to myself
"I don't need to perfectly fit"
Somehow I'm still beautiful,
sharp, impossible...
I suppose the only thing
left to do...
proudly place them in cement
 23° 
Kyle Dal Santo
Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.
Kyle D.
 22° 
Dennis Willis
The fumbling hand doesn't lie
uncertainty is a true thing
of aiming

Unlisten to the metallic framework
given to all kids, read aloud
sounds like

Certainty just because we want it
granted to all, before the fall
feels like
I'll write a song
with music and rhyme
and poetry dripping
like dew from a vine.
I'll steal an orchestra
and God's own choir
and serenade you
to my bed of fire.
 22° 
Khoi
None must hurt in hurts
Cohesion mend and it mends
two halves blend and blends
 21° 
alupa
It was more like I was slowly sinking
deeper and deeper each day

You poured your love into me
And it drenched my heart
streamed through my veins
Soaking every single cell of my body
Leaking out of the pores of my skin
And dripping from my fingertips
To bleed into everything I touch

It flooded my chest
And filled up my lungs
Until it spilled out of my mouth
Trickling from my tongue
Saturating every single word I say

It flowed through every part of me
And eventually seeped into my bones
Making all that I am
Crave all that you are

I never fell in love with you
I drowned in it
 21° 
Lexie
The magic in the trees is aging
Though differently than I
 20° 
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 19° 
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.
 18° 
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
 18° 
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 17° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 17° 
Escape
-
Is it okay to say?
Is it okay to convey?
 16° 
-df
you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.
written by d.f.
instagram.com/daymarepoetry
 16° 
Jason Drury
If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
Mister
Your creepy dog is a crotch sniffer
I prefer you keep him on a leash
Safely out of my ******’s reach
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