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 714° 
Ashley Chapman
I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.
fan
I don't wanna fall in love
with physical touch,
skin to skin,
intimate actions.
If this love is valid,
if this love could give more meaning,
if this love is acceptable,
I would spend the rest of my life
wanting you.

A.X
 433° 
Jada
I'm falling for you  

Wonder when I'll hit the ground  

Or if we can fly
 260° 
Jeremy Stacy
At intervals you chase, not sure what you’ll find
Occasionally separate but at times intertwined

Dismayed I have decided to leave you behind
Sporadically you linger, enveloping my mind

Offering more and not used to being declined
A facade of us exceeding, living combined

Pursuing me in close spaces until I’m confined
Succeeding into the night, anticipating I’m blind

I hear you calling your voice there to remind
Memories are pressed of you being so kind

Deceptive you become upon being unaligned
A separation between us makes you unrefined
Instagram jst490_poetry
 210° 
Lola
I grit my teeth as they say your name
Smile like I don’t care
My heart is pounding
I force the lie through my lips
And it burns like poison
You mean nothing to me anymore
What a lie that was
 190° 
Bri Stokes
Time is a trickster;
the ticking clock: its vicious heart.
It impregnates.
It destroys.
It heals.
It unravels.
It dons the skin of an imposter
in the coldest stretch of night:
a magician weaving fantasies
that sear.
Neutralize.
Inspire.
Though I wonder--
I worry--
are the days too long?
Are the nights too dim
and fleeting?
Do I dance through each
crescendo
in a lurid,
patchwork nightmare?
Or are my dreams so full of pain,
that soon,
I'll shatter beneath them
and finally wake up?
A tale of 2020.
 163° 
CJ
In between ubiquitous pain
and shallow laughter---
---through my meandering rivers
I think of you

My proclivity for sadness
is my signature
And I’m sitting here
still staring at your pictures

When I said “it’s okay”
you knew it wasn’t fine
and losing a friend is losing a sacred poem
that once was lovingly mine
 126° 
May
the rain is here
it is the worried Mother
who comes to put a blanket over us
when we get a little too frisky
in the summerheat
 116° 
Traveler
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 111° 
River Bell
Boring
that's what its called
that's exactly what it is
nothing to do
nothing to say
all you can do is think
think aloud
think in your head
its all there is to do
it destroys
it creates
its a hot mess
its all chaos
so you can only think
think about this
think about that
it controls you
it devours you
boring
its what it is
boring
Corona inspired me to write this.
 108° 
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
 82° 
ConnectHook
Try as I may, it is hard to spot
The nonsense verse of a poetry-bot.
I read it—but I just can’t tell
If it’s from an AI source . . . or hell.
The ones who post verbal *****
every 4 hours . . .
Cherry juice and sweet surprises,
how wonderful it is that you light up my eyes.
Cold and refreshing, sip of juice, like the sugary kisses that bright up the room.
Lick my lips, smother me in your lavishing desires, as for one day we will have forever eternal love.
I love to love you.
 64° 
Donall Dempsey
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiselled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
We poets aren't meant to connect with everyone you see.
But those that we do take part in swimming in the deepest of seas.
Some may think of us weird or a strange breed.
When in reality; all we are is east coast trees.
We live
We die
When alone, we are life's most refreshing breeze.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
 51° 
ymmiJ
time seemingly halts
with worldly wisdom bestowed
in blessed silence
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 47° 
Anderson M
A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.
#Portal to #soul.
#Haiku.
 45° 
Palak Datta
^
Make babies, not by-products of ***.
Abusive marriages lead to an abnormal upbringing. Stop giving your kid what you got. Don't fight in front of them. Because, it leaves a long-lasting effect.
não importa a força que eu faça ao fechar os olhos
quando tento me materializar nos seus pensamentos
-i miss you i miss you i miss you please miss me too-
eu nunca vou poder estar
onde não me cabe
nem que eu quebre 10 ossos do meu corpo
e esmague meu coração mais um pouco
ainda sim não serviria
eu nunca vou estar
dentro de você sem poder me esticar
 41° 
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
 41° 
annh
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6


“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
 38° 
Paul Idiaghe
as autumn plants her feet,
cities burst into smoke, shades
and silence, until I can only sit
& grieve as a ruby-dream fades

into the mist; tell me this is earth
breaking feasts to mark the birth
of our bond, tell me this remains
the season where hearts rain

like leaves as they, as we, fall
in love beneath golden trees
& we'll only need to loosen our all
to cling tighter than we please;

tell me that when the perils flee,
you'll return, arms open-- tell me.
 34° 
C
You have
as many chances
as you allow yourself.
Take one of them to be better.
 34° 
A Strange Magic
I am a man who's not difficult to love
I will love vulnerably and intensely
Never compare you with any other
And my only expectation will be that
Our love belongs to only you and I
Exclusively


We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In one’s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
 32° 
Leila
I wish I only existed within the pages of a book
I wish I was as quiet as a whisper
Just barely there, barely heard
Like a sweet lullaby
I want to exist for a quick flash
In a dream that feels like thread unraveling
Ready to be broken away and gone within a second
But it was still there
Just for that
And that’s all I’d ever need
I’m already living it
I want to live inside a dream
 30° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 30° 
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
 28° 
Sherenna
A dreamer dreams,
A man sees.
But the dreamer was never a man,
The dreamer is the greatest voice of all mind.

A dreamer dreams,
A  man sees.
But the dreamer was never man.

Now the world has become so dull.
The dreamer is lost in a sight of darkness,
The dreamer is lost in a night of a thousand storms.

Dreamer,
Were you ever a man?
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 27° 
Mystic Ink Plus
If you survived
That despair
That unfair
That chaos
That storm
That void
That emptiness
That silence
That dark time
Along the way
And yet, keep the balance
With kindness alive
And calm eyes

No matter what
You are not of this time
To be precise
You are divine
No less than the God
Don't know
Who needs to hear this
May be, the person reading

Your goodness
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Hope is real
 26° 
Snow Selmon
flying away on folded wings
taking turns and frowning of sin
through rusted bushes
there shining yellow hues
a story of colour
what are we gonna do
 26° 
nivek
glitches, stitches ,misunderstandings
this is where we meet
unforgiven, unforgiving,
forgiven and set free
small inconveniences, physical hurts
emotional upsets
a helping hand, clenched fist
arms open wide.
 25° 
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.
You shall no longer take any more of my words or my tears.
I am done crying and writing.
For you fill my mind and I become blind.
 25° 
callie joseph
she
i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone
the lit cigarette was smothered by the sand as the rains came in
 25° 
Pascal Janssen
Words die little deaths,
Hopeful kamikaze runs,
Endings on windscreens.
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