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 696° 
Chicken
Smell the tradition in the air
Be it fire, or a roast dinner
The town crier calls and,
he doth declare
‘If you ain’t frownin’ you’re a sinner’
 519° 
Micrography-Mike D


The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

All rights reserved.
 481° 
Julie Smith
Stories beginning, stories ending
That's the course of life
Hearts are breaking, hearts are mending
And in the end you will survive.
Inspired by my travels, since the end of 2017 I have met so many great people.
This poem is especially true today. Things end as they began but the important thing is what they do with you and vice versa. It's all about growing.

Poem #222
 440° 
aphroditez
I can't help but, to think
if you miss me sometimes

cause I still do.
believe me, even if.
i am having a hard time to admit it-

but, hey I miss you so bad.

you were my sun that
was taken away from me
and now the darkness is embracing me.
 361° 
Rama Krsna
my pink rose
during your  
heavily textured silence
i’ve quietly merged
with
the dance of the cosmos
my reflection
nowhere to be seen

yet if you look
with that third eye
you will see
me
in every nook and corner of this cosmos
in every smile,
every frown
and every tear
from here to eternity

© 2019
Girl, it is just us two
Together side by side
We comfort one another dearly
While enjoying this love ride
Our vision is one
We lift one another up each day
Shine brightly together
And grow stronger in every way
 250° 
heinzlet
—What is it like for you there?
I really wouldn't know how to put it
into words I mean, I want to be loved
and love selflessly, I want to talk and
not feel lonely most of the time I just
wish so many things were different.
    
                                                      —hz
every poem has a photo of its own:
https://www.instagram.com/heinzlet/
 240° 
Audrey L
you’re forgetting me ,
and the stilted part is
i can’t do anything about it.
it’s like you’re between your heart and the scar but you cant do anything about it because you’re still unsure of what’s gonna happen.
 193° 
Amyrah
For all the times I ran.
All the times I pushed you away,
All the times you were hurt
Here we are, just to begin all over again.
Guilt.
 168° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 167° 
AM
let’s stop for a while
and find shapes in the clouds
feel the breeze on our skin
and take in the sounds

let’s take a moment
in the cool april air
forget about our problems
and last night’s affairs

can i just have this
return to nature’s call
because darling, i’m lost
and need somewhere to fall
 167° 
Marla Toledez
This flame grows higher
As the days march on,
It shan't ever tire
For it rages much too strong.
In my heart, yes, in my heart
The immortal heat yearns,
Bring thy kiss and start
A sensational sweet burn.
 146° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 133° 
Kaidynce Thompson
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


But

That someday

isn't here yet
 125° 
Nettie Schulte
The Sun peeks through the
openings of a tree’s leaves
Giving life to all
 119° 
Stu Harley
oh
love
i
say
untie
my hands
before you
i
want
to
be
beside you
then
i
shall
be with you
 114° 
gabriela
it doesn’t feel very nice when
someone likes you and
gets to know you and
then decides they
don’t like you so much
 106° 
Masha Yurkevich
I love it
when you
S M I L E.

I just wish it happened
more than
just once in a
while.
Come on, whatcha hiding? Smile!
:)
 103° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 88° 
Max
Is love the fuel of our hearts?
Because maybe we should switch fuel.
Because our hearts are polluted.
Having some difficulties with leaving bad people.
 83° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 82° 
Elle Dhani
no worries,
no doubts,
no hate,
oh how pure
wanting past to recent,
but hey, no,
like the old times,
it fades til dawn,
and face thy order
 79° 
Samuel
We
I wonder if you think about me, how many times your beautiful mind brushes the idea of mine.
I think about The Times we spent laughing over things no one else would understand, talking to each other about things no one else got.
I wonder where your mind goes when you're drifting off to sleep, do you think of what we could have been or what we could still be. I want you more than ever now, I can hardly sleep. But I know that I can never have you.
 71° 
Derek
I take wheelchairs upstairs
put down beers
pick up spares
I pay fares
and trade shares
I win bears at state fairs
I once ate a steak rare
By mistake
When I was in daycare
 61° 
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
 58° 
Mya
As you rip out my throat
so I know you did it with passion

The rush will send my heart fluttering
and the rubies will pour down my hands

Death which comes from grace
is more like a dance
than a battle
So I will no longer fight you
 56° 
NC
Your words echo
Beautiful and violent
Deep within my everything
I ache
Wanting, needing, yearning
Words and feelings
Impossibly out of reach
Thank you
 53° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 53° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 53° 
Jon G M
You
The sexist thing you can wear is
your own skin
That is what make you you
 49° 
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.
 47° 
Poetic T
Words  mean volumes,
        When none



Are spoken.
 47° 
clever
i learned to live without you
but that doesn't mean i wanted to
come back to me, baby.
I don't think I'll
ever
find a man with
hair
as golden as yours
Kelley
you're one of a
kind.
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home
 43° 
Evan Stephens
I went to
weddings on
the mountain,
I went to
weddings by
the sea.

I went to a
wedding of
paper,
I went to a
wedding
of flame.

I went to two
of my own.
Somewhere
is a third
that will last
the distance.

Charmed alliance,
are you the one?
By leaf or sand,
whatever binds you,
are you the love
I need?
 43° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 41° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 40° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 40° 
Jim Davis
What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
 39° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
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