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 440° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 330° 
Vaughn
I dream of a world,
Where love is in thousandfold.
Where no man is scorned,
But rather adorned.

A world of simplicity,
Rather than a world of toxicity.
Find peace in respect,
And good things to project.
 273° 
A Poet's Voice
If she needs space
give her a
universe

[insert suitable jpg here]
1:30am thoughts
 272° 
amanda
she doesn’t mind
if it’s with
the devil she knows
or with
the devil she doesn’t

she just wants to dance
...
if change is what makes you
comfortable—
do you even have
a comfort zone?
 265° 
Ivy Davenport
let me go
and
slap a label on me
that reads
FRAGILE
 210° 
Elisa Cinelli
every wound on the soul
is an amputation
 178° 
Mae
The more I see him clearly,
the more I realized
his intentions
are blurry.
 169° 
The Lenora
He makes even the saddest songs light
Fills my soul with overwhelming delight
Even his whisper is as strong as a hug
Every breath reaches for my heart with a tug

He brings hope in dark times
He brings luminescent flames into blurred sights
Every moment is spring in its prime
He is the highlight of each and every one of my nights
written 28 March 2020.

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.
 169° 
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 148° 
Jenish
dragged to his ruin
ravening fish came to eat -
floating bait of meat.
 146° 
Jackson
Silence, like a blanket
envelops me.
It is comfort at first,
But all too soon
I am suffocating.

God help me
whatever deity there is
i cannot continue living this way.

Hand shaking,
Ink stains blotting
White paper now corrupted
by the words of an unforgiving society

Scarlet dripping on the floor,
my breathing becomes shallow
one pill at a time

my world shakes
my vision blurs
and all i can think of

is you.
 143° 
Anonymistress
"Do I have to," he inquired.
My answer is simple.
No.
I will never force anyone to feel required to be apart of my life.
I want someone who craves my company as I crave theirs.
I want effort.
I want to be wanted.
You miss the way he treated you.
Not the way he treats you.
 124° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 106° 
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
hidden
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
 96° 
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)
 95° 
Empire
I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing within

But if I did
If I did...

You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you
Damaged

I know that I am...
But I just...
I can’t let you see me like that
 89° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 89° 
Harshitha Girish
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
 86° 
Paras Bajaj
I used to long for you
even when I knew,
I didn't belong to you.
 82° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
- all i could breathe was you.
We've all heard the sonorous brook
use water, stone, bank, and gravity
to tell some lovely stories.

But I'm angry and wise now,
so the other day, I actually
heard it tell the truth -

That god has no power,
but god does walk with full mercy
deep into our dark cloud of suffering.
 77° 
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
 71° 
Austin Morrison
She is a little bit crazy, weird, unusual, and it is impossible to know what's going on in her head.

I always enjoy talking to her, but she always leaves me on read.

 But besides all that I would compare her to a summer day.

 I feel the warmth when I am around her, seeing her brings me joy.

It's like my first crush from middle school, I feel like a little boy.

I stumble my words when I talk to her, she twists my tongue so I slur. 

She makes me nervous and I love it,  because I'm not afraid I must admit.

She is a pain in my ***, she likes to tease. But spending time with her is like a warm summer breeze.

I do what I can to make her see, I have strong feelings for this girl, I just hope she does for me.
it's so ironic
you wanted eternity
yet you're full of lies
 61° 
Chloe
I am not even sad
or trembling
My heart aches
for no one
but me
The loss of myself
in the eyes
I love most
and hate at
the same time:
my own
My heart does not break
or tremble
anymore
I don’t even recall
how it felt
before
I lost
in the eyes
I hate the most
and love at
the same time:
my own
The sea does not rise
nor does it fall
Such intimate human
ideas
to grant to salt water
Once poured
from the eyes
I love most
and hate at
the same time:
my own.
The crest breaks
and trembles
under the damp twilight
Too late for good morning
and too early for goodnight
So I look in the eyes
I hate the most
and love at the same time:
my own.
28 March 2020
 61° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 60° 
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
 60° 
adem hleli
Million arround me and i feel Alone
Like a poor outkast waiting a call in phone
Trying to teach time to translate my tragedy
To made pool of tears like what we see in comedy
 56° 
fika
why is it so hard to love
what you hate

learn to love
what you hate.
self love is hard
 54° 
Ryan O'Leary
We heard a voice that
no one even knew
town crier be he
with his nights curfew

A lockdown came our
lights then changed in hue
condemned to silence
which was their baton's cue

Behind closed doors
where fear it did imbue
a speaker loud tells
us what we must do

We eat we sleep and
walk all in a queue
There once were many
but now there's just a few.


ps.

What is about to happen.
 54° 
kianna
an illusion
across the blurry glass
as you smile
on the surface.
 53° 
Words' Worth
Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
 51° 
Betty
The winds of change

Are blowing

We need to hear them sing

Open up and listen

To alarm bells as they ring

Learn from this experience

Like we never did before

This virus isn't kidding

It's already gone to war

Casualties are many

No-one wants a million more!
Stay Inside
 47° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 46° 
Andreya Celeste
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm good, thank you."
It's the same response everyday,
yet I don't know if I'm okay.
If I were to answer truthfully,
no one would want to listen to me.
They don't need to hear me complain,
they will only think I'm insane.
All I can do is carry on,
but deep down I feel so gone.
Stop living in a cycle. If you need a helping hand, please don't hesitate to reach out to someone. To anyone who needs it, I would love to listen to you.
 46° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
 46° 
Stained Glass
The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
 45° 
JMRS
You’re not here anymore
And maybe you’re in a better place
And maybe you’re not here looking at me face to face
But I know you see me

Feeling guilty
Like maybe I could’ve saved you
And maybe if things happened differently
If I was there for you more mentally
Maybe
You’d still be here

maybe you’re in a better place
But you’re not here with me
And I feel selfish for wanting you back
But it’s been months since I’ve felt anything
 41° 
FrankieM
Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
you,
you
are
the
f
i
n
e
s
t
of wine
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