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 790° 
alexis wansor
Her hair red like soil
And eyes green like springs clover
Skin sun-kissed and dotted like stars in the night sky
And man oh man
Her imagination was endless
And words constantly from her tongue
Her smile never fading
She talked to the trees and the flowers
She was lonely and they were her company
I am in love with every last bit of her
The way she sniffed the air
To smell all the beautiful smells of the crisp cold breeze of fall
The way she nibbles at chocolate and sips tea
when she studies
She's clever and bright
Her mind is worth its weight in gold
And there aren't enough words to describe
The comfort I feel when she graces me with her presence
 261° 
Acora
Boys
Nauseate
Me-
I
Cannot
So
Much
As
Imagine
Desiring
Men
Like
I’ve
Needed
Her.
Wha­t
does
that
make
me
 218° 
Elizabeth Preston
She just wanted
to live a life
that she would be
proud of
a life that she
was glad she lived for
one that she
would be sad to leave
but would leave satisfied
 177° 
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
 136° 
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!
 121° 
William J Donovan
I want to write the poem
you always quote to impress
friends at Hampton parties
and read to your children
so they understand why this
whole mad spinning life is
worth the price of admission.
We might be born in a manger.
We might be Mary Magdalen.
We might be a million peasants.
Nobody will ever remember a million peasants.
 96° 
Aslam M
Comfortable
Illuminated
Stress Free
Silent
Dead End.
 69° 
georgie
feeling to my stomach
I hate lying now

now I'm cursed
I have to keep this lie

it feels so wrong
I don't want to lie anymore
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 63° 
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
 49° 
Savanna
I am not pretty
not like
you
I am not skinny
not like
you
I am not good
not like
you
I am not noticed
not like
you
I am not perfect
not like
you
 44° 
Jeanette
I.
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

II.
Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

III.
The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.  

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protect my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

IV.
Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
 43° 
Mandi Wolfe
I love you and I used to could talk about it
But now it feels like manual labor
forming orders inside my mouth.
I want to say “when did it all come to be so hard?”
But it has always been this way, hasn’t it?
reasons Reasons REASONS
For bizarrely monogamous reasons
it has always been hard to talk about the way
I love you.
We were married and that was
reasons.
And then we were married but IN LOVE and that was
Reasons.
Then we were divorcing and HURTING and that was
REASONS.
And now we are friends and have all new
ReAsOnS
 42° 
inder
Ocean to Sun:

My Sun- You fill my soul and heart with bliss,
Life inside me blooms with your gentle kiss!
My Sun-  You are means for my existence,
To nourish me you have voyaged a great distance!!

Sun to Ocean:

My Ocean- Your restlessness marks your splendor,
And your stillness have no contender!
My Ocean- You are a true reminisce of being alive,
You teach me that rising  and falling is an emblem to thrive !!
 38° 
Bullet
I let the moon wave
I’m made of 70% water
So I let my fire breathe
My soul is fuming
My eyes keep watering
My mood is trying to make believe a view
30 days waiting for a full moon
I’m faced with a mirror
And I’m waving
Take me away
I want to be surrounded by light
I want to be like you
Wave me in the direction
I want the sun to shine off of me
High tide, low tide
Viewing
The balance
In the phases
These waves are wide
 36° 
Wisdom Osikwemhe
You ask me my goals
So you can steal my dreams
You tell me to listen
As you crush my soul
You make me wait
For the day I die,
The day I break.
To prove to me
That I am weak and soft,
Alone forever
In this cruel world
 35° 
Em
you asked me
if i had done this before
and i replied
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩
 35° 
CJ
unrequited love is the best and worst
entity on earth
there is no pressure
but many tears
 35° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
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
 31° 
Khoi-San
Planetary grace
her vast hospitality
humble by default
 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
 30° 
Spadille
People fear the unknown
That's why they fear death

No one knows what will happen
No one knows when will it happen

Death is an unanswered riddle for the living
The only way to know the answer is to die

Would anyone like to volunteer?
To know a secret that can't be shared
 29° 
Not A Poet
Cobbled streets
And flashing lights
The splashing rain
Illuminates my nights
A labyrinth of buildings
Standing row by row
Secrets in dark alleys
That only a few do know
 27° 
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
 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.
 25° 
REY
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.
I write the words that my heart cannot speak.

The words your eyes will never meet.

The words my mouth refuses to greet.

The words my thoughts serve to my mind as a treat.

The words that are hidden beneath.
 25° 
Faizel Farzee
I love you, I love you too
Your hand caressed mine
With every winged kiss, my elevated heart starts to fly
I looked deep into your eyes
You know it was always meant to be, you and I
Our union blessed in heaven
You laughed, blushed and turned shy.
I know silly, came the reply
This promise you know we share
Always and forever
until the day that we die.

I want you to  go first, so for me you don't  have to cry

I'll carry the burden of living life with a broken heart
I will not have you shed one saddened tear, whether I'm dead or alive.
I love you that much
I would not let you shed a tear because of me
you the air I breathe
our love magical, border line mythical.
our love we addicted to, something we both need.
 24° 
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 24° 
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.
 23° 
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
Every person I meet I thought was the one,
But that soon all changed when they no longer were concerned.
So I say this to myself,
I am beautiful and strong,
I am cared for and loved
And before anyone else I will always make myself the one.
I deserve what my heart is worth, which is worth a thousand words.
I will always love me first until someone shows me I can trust.
 22° 
J Poggi
Osiris and Orion

My mantra a perfect hum

Try to catch light beams
on my tongue

The planetarium is where
we’ll meet

I’m in Alaska in my dreams

j.p
 22° 
Cerulean
Inhale
a
Nosefull
of
Air

Exhale
a
Lifetime
of
Hurt,
Pain and
Regret.

Let
Every
Single
B
   R
      E
         A
            T
               H
Float away
into
Nothing.
Hi my fellow human comrades
 22° 
Juno Balder
How sad a creature I must be
That my joy fled me
When I fled thee
 22° 
Amanda
When God abandoned me I thought
That at first he must not have cared
But after enduring a world of pain
I realized he was never there
Its crazy how much i used to believe in Christianity compared to how completely opposite i feel now
 22° 
leila
..
I never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..
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