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It’s back
My unwanted friend
Reminding me I’m alone again
Woke me out of my sleep
I’m under attack
You invade my dreams
It is back
The heaviness  
Feeling of impending doom
I don’t know what to do.
Perfection is a characteristic
That is force fed to us
A characteristic we must
Die trying to achieve
But why?

No human before me
Has been perfect
Why do they expect
It to start from me?
Time flows
And all wounds
are supposed to heal
But I am still here
I am still her.
Palak Datta
If I ever fall in love, I will fall for all of you!
I used to wish I had a reason to feel so sad.
Maybe a death in the family or a traumatic injury, morbid as it sounds.
A reason to feel scared, and lost, and all at once a child begging for someone else to takeover for a while.
Crying in the bath is such a cliche but when you're underwater no one can ask what's wrong and be disappointed by the answer.
I don’t have a good enough reason to be sad, I’m only 23 and have an entire life to live but I feel like this is gonna be it, and every week is another long week and every day drags like it will never end.
I feel like I should talk to someone but I’m not sad enough, or I’m not rich enough, or I’m not desperate enough.
People say life finds a way and that it will all sort itself out, but right now in this bath it’s just me and my fears so life can wait a while.
come back,
that's all i request

why'd you
have to go

i hate being in love
with someone i
can't have
Alex Scaife
Icarus cradled himself as the
Surface roared closer and closer,
Screaming like a siren in his ear

For a brief moment he looked and saw
That tower which had kept him and all
That surrounded it. It used to be ugly
But now with death approaching, all that was
ordinary became too beautiful to bare.
First poem in ages
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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
Jordan Norwood
Back and forth
like a playground swing.
The continual force of universal power,
keeping you from slipping away.
It's all fun and games
until you fall hard.
What even is love?
We be given to you
a will in ancient way
slept to the memory of open mind
in the rush and temper of tongue and fire
we dwell in the heat of a white wolves cry
as lamb be's birth brazen and naked on the spit of life

gentle eyes pierce the sky within the fold of skin
collected to sight on the razor sharp ray of sun
coloured to the souls velvet underground
brittle to the bones burn
no turning away in the no return
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
Salmabanu Hatim
I only want two things in this world,
You and your love.
I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.

Lee Carter
If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.
sometimes I forget,
what I used to do to myself.

I remember the feelings,
but not the tears.
the intentions,
but not the actions.

I told a friend
and waited ten minutes for a reply,
breathing in
and out.


worried that I hurt more people
than just me.


resist, overcome, forget.
That's what you're supposed to do

Edward Foster
Sit with me awhile;
Talk to me.
Tell me everything you would have done
If I was still alive

Sit with me awhile;
Cry with me.
There’s no shame in expressing your emotions
If you’re feeling sad.

Sit with me awhile;
Listen to me.
For even though I’m lying here, silent, remember
What I would have said.

Sit with me awhile;
Just sit with me.
Sometimes you need no words, or tears, or anything
Except my company.
Cemeteries can be sad and lonely places, where sometimes you don't know what to say or do.
Jeremy Stacy
The bright light enters into my den
I awake once again
rose petals on the bush push and the flower extends
outside my window and then
the sun begins to ask where have you been my old friend?

Contrite from the night you’ve been a godsend
sans presence problems have stemmed
shadows revel, ambush, and shush odds and ends
applied innuendo with denial from sin
someone that grins from the joy of descend
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Eshwara Prasad
Life is no laughing matter

It has to be done.
star bound
sometimes self care is
polysporin and bandages
tending to the wounds
of your own self destruction
Katerina Landon
I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says


Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet


The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

show you my mind and my heart
Light devoid, no silver-hued moon,

Shadows claim my soul too soon.

With silence strong, I’m left alone,

With aching bones and heart forlorn.

The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,

My only warmth: his face.

His face.
Grace Carella
the voice before the beep
flooded me with memories
the calmest nights
and roughest waters
danced together in my eyes
My heart skipped to the beat of
the song we used to blast in the car
and my body turned to my right
expecting you to be there looking back
at me
but you left before the song finished
Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
Love is a tragedy!
he has a heart of ocean
where no tide can ruin him
he has a soul of colours,which embrace every emotion beautifully
he has the guts to be who he is
he is the lover , a secret keeper
an untold truth , a mystery of mojo
and a pop up to my happiness
he is my resume of life
a pause for my every misery
he was mine , he is mine
and will be mine forever
well! I don't even know who he is
guess I can find a person like that
   I wrote this in my 10th standard and
   found the book today
   and here I present
Ashley Rowan
you are a stranger
and i am gloomy moonlight
we have met prior
Carmen Jane
You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.
This is a repost of a dear poem of mine, it has a message that comes from the bottom of my heart, for the ones who feel lost from time to time. Also, this poem is the first one to feature in my first book of poetry, that you can find it on Amazon
You Are Not Lost: Poems of hope, love, haikus and more

Thank you for all the support I've gotten here! ❤️
I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
potery thought
When I get to the end of my journey
And I walk my last tired mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And just remember the smile

Forget unkind words I spoke
Remember some things I did
Forget I've ever been sad
And remember I had lots of fun

Forget that I stumbled and chatted
And sometimes case
Remember I had some hard fights
And won, before the end of the day

Then forget to grieve that I'm going
I would not want to make you sad one day
But in the summer only collect flowers
And remember the place where I lay

And come in the shadow of the evening
When the sun paints the air in the west
Stand next to me for a few moments
And just remember my best.
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
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 like *******.
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.
Rupert Pip
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.
sad poems make me cry
that's why i compose
silly poems that won't try
make you blow your nose

and no tears will be shed
though you might need tissues
laughing while you wet your bed
from weak bladder issues

which is why i always write
and funny poems share
no one wants to cry all night
just a change of underwear
Ariana Solo
My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

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