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 882° 
LJ Chaplin
Tell your lover
At least three times a week,
To use their touch
As a means to speak,
Let their fingers trace
The edge of your jaw,
Let rosy lips
Connect with yours,

Tell your lover
To speak their truths,
Behind closed doors
Or in restaurant booths,
Let them say what's on their mind,
So peaceful thoughts
Are more inclined,

Tell your lover
In the middle of the night,
Wrapped in sheets
It will be alright,
For life can be a hurricane
And you are their shelter
From the pouring rain.
© LJ Chaplin
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
but my dreams are all I have-
if they die, then so do I.
I have to try.

Friends say I'll climb this mountain
just to find it has no peak-
but still I have to know how high.
Still I have to try.

Others say, well most in fact,
that there's Utopia in my eye-
words they tie up with a sigh.
For them, I have to try.

I'm young, and always have been,
and that's just no way to die-
but even Icarus got to fly.
I have to try.
 262° 
Jenish
Oh, my child life went flying with wind
Matured when youth was still blind
Now waiting for my destined guest
Yes! when he cometh, my time will rest.
 250° 
Truckaduk
Anyway I live
Anywhere I walk
I walk alone
And live wisely

Take my hand
I'll tell you where to go
But shall you go with me
You will be my friend

As for this journey
I know my path
But not my destination
Life is short, after all
Thinking poem
Spiral in my eyes
Traveling through the
Twisting mind
To find the other
Side

Trying to grab
Everything I can
As I pass by

While drawn to
And mesmerized
By
The Light
 226° 
Harald Pfeffer
This is now. I am.

The very breath of life,
The pumping of the heart,
Systole and diastole,
In peace and strife,
Our binary existence,
Ying and yang,
Dark and light,
Our thoughts and mind
Full of wrong and right,
Our natural world
Is dialectical from
If to then. What is new
Is from coupling. What is,
Was, has  become, began.

I sit here in solitude
Do not care,  I listen,
Am filled with music.
This is now. I am.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 22-2-2020
 224° 
Steve
Have you ever closed your eyes,

-imagined her with you?

Opened them in wonder

-and found that it was true?
2 x 10 w
I name it, a little prayer deep in my heart.
I call it forth, what is coming, is coming on foot. Whether it takes days or years, I have set my course; the intent is strong. There is no wavering here; the sails are already high–and the wind is too wise.
 202° 
Allison Wonder
Shades over my eyes
make the creepers look back at themselves
feelings from inside
really want to take the blade off the shelf

Lost in the mood
envisioning ruby gems from my arm
fresh and new
I know I could do so much harm

I am a maniac
poor black spray paint on my windows
if I’ll stop
this blade’s power, no one knows

Raging now
on my way to heaven or hell?
When will the fantasy end?
It’s all just as well
 180° 
Zuzanna
Why are we so serious?
is it because expressing ourselves makes us pretentious
or
is it because if we write with a feeling of self importance
our art will become more real
to us?
 180° 
Mitch Prax
I see every galaxy
shining through your eyes
and every star
burning in
your smile.
 171° 
Sophie
I do want to hurt you
The same way you hurt me
 151° 
Robin Soleil Wilds
i love you
ejb, bb
 122° 
Donna
And just like that trees
thought of happy memories
and laugh they sure did
🌲🌲🌲
 121° 
Kai
death that leans
looming over us
kissing infant cheeks
and elderly feet
 112° 
IZ J
If I wrote poems in my dreams,
then I'd write in black and white

If I wrote poems in my dreams,
then I'd convey messages through silence

If I wrote poems in my dreams.
then my writing would hold knowledge it doesn't when awake

If I wrote poems in my dreams,
then you'd see a side of me that even I don't know
 109° 
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!
 107° 
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
 107° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 97° 
Oscar Valdez
My eyes saw a poem today, with detailed description of the meaning of beauty...
 95° 
Left Foot Poet
~~~
for our boys
~~~

the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,

I love you

to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity

no, no.

it is because

the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
any of us could ever write...
~~~

July 26 2015
 86° 
rhionna
lately
I feel like I'm floating
an outsider looking within
even with friends
this feeling never came up before
why do I feel it now?
stuck outside
set aside from conversations
left boxed off from friends
reduced to nothing but
an outsider looking within
trying to describe this weird way I feel as of late
 81° 
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.
 81° 
Katja Pullinen
Don’t push. Don’t protect.
Let it go. Don’t squeeze it.
Don’t control. Learn be flexible.
I need breath.
 71° 
Qualyxian Quest
Two wedding weeks in Japan
          she a princess, me a samurai
                   baby, I'm amazed
 67° 
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
 66° 
Styles
Imagining her naked
as she stood there.
In front of me, humbly,
begging to be pleased,
physically and mentally.
It pleasured me.
 63° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 59° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 57° 
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.
 56° 
Jamie
As things come and go,
I promise not to let you go.
Even if its distance we must face,
Know with me, you'll always have a place.
Wether your hours or miles away,
In my heart, forever you will stay.
Sometimes we need space
 54° 
Mari
You were insanely
freaking out
after you told me
that you liked me.
Everyone's been there. hehe
 50° 
Lore
I am an artist
I am not what you think I am
I am full of rot

I am not an artist
I am not what you think I am
I am full of screams
Strong only as the diluted version
Of what I could never be

I am not an artist
I am only full of mirrors
 49° 
SoVi
Deberia saber
Que me dejaras

No mas para que ves
Te la estas buscando

Hacimos pareja
Pero te vi alla

Mucho para aguantar
Tu eras mi vida
Pero  la vida no es justo

Era estupida para amar te?
Era tonta ayudar te?
Era ovio a todo lo de mas?

Me calli por tu mentira
Tu nunca me querias

Engañame una y doz veces
Voy a morir en un paradiso

Tu nunca me vas a ver llorar
No hay tiempo a morir

Lo deje quemar
Tu no eres mi preocupacion

Fantasmas de mi pasado regresan
Otro leccion para aprender

Tu nunca me vas a ver llorar
No hay tiempo a morir



© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Song inspired by Billie Eilish 'No Time to Die'
 49° 
Molly
Thunder falls silent, and none too soon,
before an empty throne --
a once-great beast
ere final feast
now sovereign of vapor and bone.
For the conquerors. Chin up -- this too shall pass.
 49° 
Harshitha Girish
Bro
He's always screaming at me,
he often takes my peace of mind,
he drives me up the wall,
yet he's one of a kind.

He's my partner in crime,
we use telepathy to save each other.
He's my strong wall,
my dear little annoying brother.
How much ever I hate my brother, and crack adoption jokes, he makes my day and always manages to make me smile.
We have our fights, but what keeps us united is our love.
 48° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
I wish you loved me enough.

Enough to hold me.

I give you everything and you don’t even love me that much.

It’s not enough.

Stop asking for more. I’ll break.
 48° 
S H Violet
I found the beauty
in your eyes immediately,
but the real blessing
is how it never left.
short lil one
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