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 620° 
larni
i push people away
when all i really want
is for someone to hug me
and tell me it’s all okay
 403° 
Marie-Lyne
Being stuck
On a person
On a feeling
On a situation
 324° 
Floor
But failed
 304° 
Tyler Atherton
They say i'm crazy
They say i'm dangerous

They might be right

They say He's lying
They say He's dangerous

They might be right

I say We're dying
I say we're nothing anymore

I think I might be right...
 298° 
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.
 270° 
Kornél Paróczai
Remember when you were happy
Even if for a couple of weeks
It might never come back
My mind and my heart shrieks

Only when I'm not myself
Do I feel accepted
Only when I'm somewhere else
Do I not feel neglected

The diseased sees no cure
The end I might never reach
One day my heart might be pure
Stop this, this incessant screech

Long have I climbed
But the way upwards is bent
One thing I have is Time
On these steps of Torment
 250° 
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
 230° 
T
Here I stand all alone and remember that day......you looked me straight in the eyes and swore to me everything would be ok
Tears were falling from both of our eyes.........off in the distance were clear blue skies
The love that you shared with me with words I cannot explain ........when I lost you.... I lost my soul in the rain
There can never and will never be another you ..........I must have you back in my arms this much is true
You left a mark on me that will never fade...the day I went to meet you again for the first time was the best decision I had ever made
In my heart you will always be......the memories of us will stay with me ...until my last breath......and beyond if there is life after death
#FOREVER
 210° 
Raven
High levels of cortisol,
limbic system taking control.
All this stress
leaves me a total mess.

So much studying left do
and I still have no clue.
mental breakdown makes weep,
I know i'm not getting any sleep.

I am strained
and my energy is drained.
I've got a headache
and really need a break.
 157° 
Tejaswini Kalmegh
It's easier to know what to do;
But to be in there in those few seconds
To be in that skin, place and people
And to get your hands to work
And pull back when
You've lost the possession
Is courage.
It's not loud.
It's as silent as
Fear.
 150° 
neha
In
essence a
poem is just
words strung together they
could mean absolutely nothing or
everything to someone but
they are all
really just
words
 113° 
Dr Peter Lim
My heart desires
neither silver nor gold
only that me true love
would eternally hold
 110° 
Deadwood Jawn
We were once harmonious.

Now I can see you have fallen.

Arrows to the back.

Multiple stabs.

Poison.

Failing organs.

Blackened eyes.

A false personality.

Drenched in many medicines.

You are dead.

Not even Amarantha anymore.

...

...

...

But it's O.K.

I used to think you would
Return.

But I shall let you go now, dear..

After much heartache and grief

I shall let you go.

The one I knew as Amarantha

Has died.
She isn't dead. Remeet her and you will see.
 108° 
Manuelito Pio Roda
Your simplicity
is like
a flame.

That's why
them moths
are drawn
to you.

They honor
and adore
your name.

A memento
that natural
beauty
is true.
A simple poem for Mary Joy Salutin.
"Simplicity always wins."
To love you is to watch my tone
To love you is to charge my phone
To love you is to quell each maybe
To love you is to FaceTime the baby
To love you is to laugh off fights
To love you is to prolong goodnights
To love you is to praise each quirk
To love you is to hide at work
To love you is to get the gist
To love you goes beyond a list
 89° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 75° 
VKBoy
Two lives
One dream
Four eyes
One sight
Two Tongues
One voice
Four legs
One stand
Two stomachs
One meal
Four claws
One foe
Two hearts
One beat
Four wings
One flight
Two birds
One love
Four directions
One destination.
"These birds may be ordinary, but their love ain't no joke."
 70° 
Luvanna
I'm so bad at life
But maybe with you
I'm not afraid of making mistakes
and maybe
just maybe
if you are willing to share your umbrella with me
the rain won't feel so harsh
and the wind won't feel as cold
as when I get through the storm alone
 70° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 69° 
lilly
Why did you say you             L #  $ @                  me?
Was it a lie? How can I learn to believe you, when everyone's told me otherwise?         ^           Is it too late?
                                                                ­         %                 Am I too late?
Do you no longer care for me? Am I no longer worthy or your attention, when I don't sing your praises? When I don't
         #                        *                 hang onto         ;
                     -               every word                                      ~         &
                                         +    you say?                    =

If I told you I             ! & % E            you, would that change a thing?

Is there anything I can do? Were we ever truly friends? Was I just a game to you?
          +             Am I that disposable
                                        that replaceable                  =
                                  ­             that obtainable?
                                 .                                                               @
                ^                                        .
    ­                                                                 ­           .
                                     *              ­                                    Will I ever learn?
When will my eyes stop meeting yours? When will they stop searching for you in every room and -                            &
           &                   -  every city and                       &
                          &           - every particle that grazes my eye?      

Why do I miss you? What can I do to make this better? I know it's not my job to but with you- with you I feel like I have to, you know? Why can't I lie to you ?

                                                            Do­
Do                                                              ­     you
    you                                             Do   you         still
                        L                  @               ­                          %   !   V   #
                    $               0                                                                ­          
                                                      ­  V      &
                                               ^                                 3
                                                               ­                               
                                 ­   still
                                                        ­                                             Me ?
all-too lasting questions asked in an experimental style; i still don't understand you- i don't think i ever will.
 65° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 65° 
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.
 65° 
victoria
When I’m beside you
Like a warm break in the clouds
Alone I feel cold
My 2nd attempt at a Haiku
 64° 
Rj
I am terrified all of the time
This isn’t poem, I’m sorry.
 60° 
Ben Noah Suri
When your father hates you,
Love him; love him well
When your mother criticizes you
Love her; yet love her still
When your friend ignores you,
Love him or her: love you shall
When you all but fail,
Love that you did fail and had a fall
When you succeed,
Love that you have succeeded so well
and when your time will be over,
Love it too; for you had the best time ever
and then you will love yourself forever
For Love is the solution and the answer.
Love will make you love yourself better
and your love will be multiplied many times over
Inspired and in response to poetess Apporva Arya’s verse titled “Hate”
 59° 
thara
you say you love me
hush baby boy don't lie
the flower died not long before the fire
don't ever tell me i'll be ok
your innocent eyes,they fool me too
your invisible wires,they choke me too
the truth in inevitable
let it be the destruction of my tainted heart
falling,falling,falling
with you i fall in the abyss
promised you'll never let go
liar,liar
you let me go
i am not afraid of the dark
paint me with your lies,but i will rise
rise with the fire burning brighter in my eyes
~silver
i am afraid of the dark.
 57° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
When Eve plucked golden apple
From supple branch
Her lip curled in sly smile
As Adam looked on, fearful
Teeth rending forbidden fruit
Tasting like wrath and every secret God had ever kept
When those juices dribbled from her chin
Turning to blood beneath her forked tongue
She knew she could set Eden to blaze
Leave smouldering ash where beauty once dwelt
Snake winding up her thigh
Tongue slipping to taste hellfire
Every story ends with her
With woman
With a smile that torches the world
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
Don't go to the bathroom.
Don't grab the scissors.
You'll be a disappointment.
You said to yourself that you're done with depression.
Like I can control it.
What was I thinking.
Blood dripping
Tears falling
Looking at the sun going down just like my happiness.
Nothing to say
 47° 
Elena
Tip toeing around the sun
Silence so peaceful
Graceful sails into summer
 46° 
mal frost
just get it over with,
blow up already - make it BIG!
get out there, grab their a t t e n t i o n

hurry up, tick tock
stop saying later,
i said NOW.

i'm t i r e d
of waiting
just ******* do it
 45° 
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 45° 
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
 45° 
Mike Adam
My ears
Get

Frayed
 44° 
Babylyn Berina
Time
is
an illusion,
a human construct
made
to compromise
with
schedules
or
procrastination.

Time
is what we blame
for
our shortcomings;
what we
make
responsible
for
our healings.

And
we say
that time
is priceless,

that
they can't be bought


mainly
because


they don't exist.
Not in any way written to spark a debate.
 43° 
yasaman johari
As part of my ribs, my eyes proclaim your name
Estastic rays spreads in my body
As your gazellic light show me how to write poems
You dance in my chest

Where no one sees you
Only me, sees the sight of your art
Design like clouds above
In your undying light I learn how to love

And make poems proclaim your wonder
As you throb in my heart with beautiful lust
A voice that rings in my heart
A drumsound that rises the sleeping air

And echoing deeply as I worship your portrait
Your beauty ignites peace and love in me
As I genuflect on the sacred liquid of my lips
Love me now so everyone sees you're beautiful
As the hanging sky, only me resides in you

In freedom we swim as bird in wide bed of the sky
Spreading our wings in narrow **** paradise
Where everlasting leaves house us by
That my eyes impregnate the chambers of your womb

Written by
Martin Ijir
 42° 
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.
 36° 
Nova
It’s easier this way.
Trust me, I know.
I know you can do it
So why doesn’t it show?
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