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 1436° 
Todd Sommerville
Kiss me in the darkness.
Touch me how you want to!

Let the feeling take you,
to places you've never been to.

There is truth in the darkness,
for our souls will find the light,
the light in each other
which brings such delight.

So Kiss me in the darkness,
Let our souls fly to the sun.

Stay with me past the morning,
For our love has just begun.
When a night of passion turns into something
unexpected, into something so much more!
 828° 
Gheed
Moons, stars,
planets you
are nothing less
then an earthquake.
For in my heart
you reside.
Deep and
sound, you have built
in me cities, that are
ethereal, for in my words I
can not describe
What are you?
 790° 
Nishan Niraula
Two candles, side by side,
Arms of thread—their aid—
Wrapped around as they hug,
Gracious flames of burning shrug.

Two candles, side by side,
They burned and radiated light.
Hesitance grew as they stood;
They burned their thread—passionate mood.

One cried, the other raged.
Flames engulfed the fabric red.
Two candles, side by side—
A burning heart, in between, laid.

Smaller the candles grew,
Glory to the light they drew.
One burning, the other hides—
Two candles, held side by side.
 568° 
Nehal
When the earth celebrates
        a solar year,
The cost of life whispers
        in my ear.
It rose up, the easy act
        won't backup.
The easiness of faceless
        is being asked,
"What is it the result?" I ask.
It's easy for people to leave.
It's easy to be devalued.
It's easy for mind to linger past.
It's easy to reminisce moments,
Cherished memories— yet to be
         closed as a chapter.
It's paradoxical—they face the same.
"What is it the result?" I ask.
It's paradoxical—they feel the same.
 541° 
Jess
A flower I dared not pluck -
out of love for your radiance,  
out of fear of your silent ache,  
out of care for your unfolding,  
out of awe for the life in you.  

The thought of your wither  
was a storm I could not weather;  
so I let you be, untouched,
praying you would bloom,
forever reaching toward the sun.

Letting you bloom was my wish,
but when the storms came too strong,
you decided to wither away,
because the weight of the world,
felt heavier than your light.

Holding the memory of your petals,
I wonder, if my hands, though gentle,
could have held you together or,
if the storms were always destined
to take you back to the earth so soon.
 515° 
Zywa
Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.
Novel "De stiefmoeder" (2011, "The Stepmother", Renate Dorrestein), part 'Claire', chapter Five

L'amore è come la luna: quando non aumenta, diminuisce (Love is like the moon: when it does not increase, it decreases)

Collection "Old sore"
 468° 
Hiba Mubashir
Mystic land beyond the sea
Far away, but still I can see
Rise of screams and calamity
And I see no peace in their destiny

Mystic land beyond the sea
Not being what it meant to be

Do you know what I mean?
I say to you haven't you seen?

What's rising beyond the sea haven't you seen
Do you know what I mean?
Just listen, their cries
Which resound the skies

Mystic land beyond the sea
Harshly suffering away from you and me
Then how can we,
Live lively when they're suffering desperately?


By Hiba Mubashir
 458° 
Mrs Timetable
I have so many
Different sides to me
I'm starting to think
I'm geometry
Go figure
 429° 
Karen
The sweetest love
Can melt the heart
It moves the soul.
It leaves a trace
A warm feeling
A beautiful glow
 418° 
Carson Dees
I have come
To realize
A "Happily Ever After"
Can never die
It never ceases
Never quiets
Never is dark
So where is mine?
 384° 
Gary
Chill of a northern town —
rows of orange streetlights pour,
light on red brick walls.
 340° 
Nahum
It feels like all I do is work and go home
Like I exist only to act like a stone
No love or conviction is needed by me
But all that I want is to be free
Like a bird I long to be up in the clouds
High in the sky and away from the crowds
But while my two feet are planted on land
The meaning of life seems instead bland
In the end,
I know that
I never truly loved you.

All I wanted
was myself
the person you took away when you abused me
 280° 
Mark Bell
We sit and stare
No conversation
To share,
Drinking slowly
Time going  slow
It’s like being in
An orchard  where
Apples don’t grow.
Closing the highways
Is not our thing
Our songs
had great
Lyrics and
we could sing,
So why our we staring
No talk to share
Let’s get them growing
Them apples and pears.
 276° 
Alvian Eleven
Humanity ?!...
Humanity what ?!...
I see no humanity.
I only see hypocrisy.


March 2025

By Alvian Eleven
 248° 
Richard Shepherd
"Madam, would you kindly remove
this arrow from my heart?"

"No, I think I'll wait until infection
sets in."

"How cruel you are."
Your tenor can't quite
     land pitch right. Feckless warbles.
The songbirds' been choked.—
 226° 
Megan
On a tight rope
Between spiders webs
Swaying in the wind
Life flows and ebbs

Rain crashes down
Choices to be made
To run back or ahead
My vision it fades

To my rights whats known
The ideal bubble
From whats been told
Risen from the rubble

To my left it whispers
A gentle caress
It sparkles, it glimmers
Feels free from the mess

If I turn to my left
A cord tugs my back
Could I free myself
To cut some slack

Seems if I let go
Ill fall to fate
Will I fly to the sky
Or claim check mate

Taking a deep breath
I release whats safe
Trust in the unknown
With this leap of faith
 215° 
Ghost
Je me souviens encore de t'avoir vue dans ce hall. Tu étais plus belle que le ciel lui-même. Tes yeux brillaient et scintillaient comme notre propre galaxie. Je t'ai aimée depuis que je t'ai vue et je t'ai aimée toutes ces années. Je suis désolée, Jennie.
 204° 
Bennett
Why do you make me so uncomfortable
standing there just so quietly, waiting,
for words which just aren't there

If we could reel back time
I would retract that promise which
somehow was expressed to you,
probably by an intimate embrace
or perhaps by a mirrored reflection
of your own fantasy

But let me just say - I wish you
would comfort me by your absence
 197° 
Ari
I often look across my skin
for a cut or bruise,
a scratch paper thin,
just for a glimpse,
of the pain within.

Everyone's scars seem laid bare,
others helping them with care,
the pain I feel
seems all but real,
cause no one reaches,
no one tries,
to see the hurt
behind my eyes.
I always feel like my internal turmoil is just my delusions,
and that I'm just fine and I'm only acting stupid.. I tried so ******* this poem T.T Also give me tag ideas, im still pretty new here idk what to put...
 128° 
LL
always a lone chair
at every table — am I
meant to be alone?

02/27/2025
 124° 
Lyle
tell me what you see
when you look at me
of course you see the same thing
the same thing I see

of course you see the same
ugliness and darkness
of course you notice
the emptiness and worthlessness

of course you see the same
because there's no prettiness
no worth, no light, no fulfillment
Tell me how you notice the things you say you do!
 123° 
Ryan O'Leary
If I was American, I think
I’d find it more ecological
to go on a waiting list than
buy a gun to suicide myself.
 115° 
Amanda Shelton
I bleed out through my poetry.

Like little crime scenes
left behind after my
ex abused me.

The shards cuts deeper
because we loved so deeply
it soaked into the depths of
our beings until it became
a victim of lies of loves promises.

Love is not the perpetual blackness.

For it is the wilder of the sword
that cuts us deeper that
brought the perpetual blackness.

They are the damage and monster
that tries to eat what is left.

It is up to us to pickup the pen
and will ourselves above the ruins
and rebuild our lives to make room
for new relationships that grow into
possibilities for future love.

This too shall pass,
like the day into night,
rain into clear skies,
and tear soaked pillows
into fresh clean linens.

I wash my hands from my pain
by writing poetry.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
 115° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
They say time heal all wounds
And though that may be true
For the majority of scenarios
It’s not an irrefutable fact

For our childhood scratches
May be a fleeting kind of pain
Yet there are some scars that life
Engraves deep within our soul

Like a bullet whose trajectory
Missed my heart by a few inches
But hit a far more damaging target
My very last bit of innocence

Now, when I look into the mirror
Every broken bone lost its meaning
And the echoes of who I once was
Are all that remains to be seen
This is a poem my friend Mariya wanted to have written, but couldn't do it 'cause she's too busy saving the world.
 113° 
Gabrielle
Your curls have my fingers
So tight they won't let go

I could live here, hands on your head,
myself, your cargo.

Take me far away from here,
Around this great blueberry.

I'll ride high on your shoulders,
Or walk when you get wary.

At night, sleep, face up to the moon,
Your scalp set in my palms.

I'll tell you things about the stars,
my gentlemen in arms.
This one is about being with someone you can have adventures with
 112° 
Jay earnest
I was sitting by a man
and his face disturbed me

That was the end of it.
I saw him a little bit later on a box
down by the arcade, next to the filth. Gone since Tuesday

I still hated his face
 103° 
Xeki
The things I would do,

The people I would become,

If only had you asked it of me.

The amount I would reinvent myself

For a simple whisper between

Would astonish you
So what?
Can I not be all that you have ever wished for?
So what?
 102° 
Cyril
I simply want the world to end.
3.25.25.
 98° 
SANA
i will get on my knees for you
and i will be on the knee if you would just say yes
#r
 96° 
nvinn fonia
i m havviinn a dejavu
2nd and this is important  humans are imaginative that is the crux of human intelligence that and morals that defines human intelligence
 93° 
Immortality
she feel his gaze,
he feels her–
silent admiration.

"why not confess?"
cupid sighs,
but god only smiles,
"some love is made
to be felt,
not said."
May be, they are not coward or scared;
it’s just their love language....;)
I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will
 80° 
Sajan koirala
My breath slows down

When I open my eyes,

My eyes see the world

That lies with me,

Deep and deep,

No misery.

Suddenly, my eyes wake,

With my consciousness,

Everything with me, and I with everything.

My breath slows down

When I open my eyes,

My eyes see the world

That vibrates with me,

Deep and deep...

The cosmos brings me, and I bring the cosmos,

I play with my emotions,

And emotions play with me,

I play until my last breath.

My breath slows down

When I open my eyes,

My eyes see the song

That plays with me,

Deep and deep,

No misery.

I see beautiful lies within beauty,

I see complete lies within the incomplete,

While everyone searches for bliss,

I see bliss in them.

My breath slows down

When I open my eyes,

My eyes see the bliss

That lies with me,

Deep and deep,

No misery,

Deep and deep,

No misery.
 80° 
Zeno
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I don't know what I was looking for,
in the honey draped lights flashing
in my eyes
And the sound of music
that keeps on playing and playing

And the wind that laps over my face
as the world turns,
Like horses running on axis,
weaving through the lines of shadow
and fireworks
And in their trail, I found
stardust that shimmers and shimmers

I found it confusing sometimes
In the endless mirrors and lights
that spirals in my mind
Like vines coiled around poles
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And the looming sweetness that lingers,
like pink foam swirling in my mouth

I smiled towards the dying sunset,
thinking it would last forever
I try not to close my eyes
and not be blinded
by the world slowly slipping
away

Before the music dies
Before the yellow stars burn out
You might not hear my voice
or even remember my name
But I just want you to know that

I was here

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 77° 
Pax
I open up my idle knife—
that dagger look-alike—
and fold it back
and pass the time.
March 24, 2025
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