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 620° 
Jeremy Stacy
You ask for my thoughts on what I see,
my opinion, mademoiselle, is you put a spell on me
 544° 
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

The poem is one year old this month!

Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 192° 
Atlas
The world feels impossible to bear right now.
 190° 
Salmabanu Hatim
In your twenties,
Soar like a bird,
Carefree,
Travel,
Explore,
Let your fingers be in every pie,
Throw worries and caution to the wind,
Be selfish with your time and what you have,
Love a lot,
Gather beautiful memories for future,
Live every moment.
30/10/2020
 190° 
Dharmendra Kumar
Is ghar ki pari **
Sabke dil me sukun **
Char kadam chalti Tu
Fir gir jati **
Kabhi darwaje ke biche
To kabhi zameen ko bister bana leti **
Khud masti kar
Fir chilla chilla kar shor machati **
Ye oo ko lo mo to ta ta naa baa
Kya kya bol kar sabko
Urdu sikhati **
 140° 
Stu Harley
even
the sun
shut both her eyes
when
she
witness
the
unkind deeds of mankind
but
still
we
wear
these clothes of death
 109° 
janavi
your murmur is the background noise,
as I get lost away to city of stars,
and I dream of falling in love,
a garden of daffodils and sky so violet
your whining is the green screen,
where I paint dreams of my life.
your life is nothing more than vague stain,
I dream rather more vividly.
tainted dreams better than your stained life, I wish.
 97° 
Nyx
-

I like you

-
Nothing more and nothing less
 96° 
Meku
Dala dala ang salitang kahit ano at bahala na.
Iniisip.
Na bukas na lang lahat,
pag papaliban na lamang muna.
 91° 
Traci Sims
Such a little little man
playing his little little games
in a little little attempt
to control his little little world....
The usual power politics of the workplace...
 81° 
Khoi
Met
with
a
voodoo's charm
in
Vegas
her
work
literally
broke hearts
a
living
testiment
of
Sewers
art
Clandestine lights
Patrons who end up living in the sewers of Las Vegas
 63° 
Friend
Hey
Hey
Can you see me?
Or am I still here trapped inside my head?
Hey, can you see me?
Or am I just over here being stupid?
Hey
Are you still there?
Or have you left because my mind is a trap?
Hey
I try to say all the right things at all the right times
But I never do
Because I am trapped inside of my skull
My silky white bonnet
Made of bone
 60° 
Timothy
Repeatedly feed that ego
Validate the growing beast
An insatiable ungrateful monster
Devours an ever growing feast
Confusing compliance with choice
Whilst a servant at his feet
These decisions aren’t your own
Your just a vessel for the beast
Indulging his demands
A blinkered victim of self-deceit
 57° 
Grey
I
promise
I
will
love
you
like
tomorrow
won’t
come.
~♥~
7/6/2020
 52° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
The melancholic stir of emotions
Deforming this whirlpool,
The miserable stench
Accompanying noses around,
The tastelessness
Smoking up the tasteful surroundings,
The crazy scent
Climbing out mindlessly....

Just to get bottled in this purity.
Through the eyes of those who bottle the reality of the mentally disabled, the world feels like a jar of so-called purity surrounded by a vacuum.
 50° 
Carlo C Gomez
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
 50° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 47° 
Alaina Moore
At times, it sounds like crowds are cheering, when I'm sitting in a silent room.

With my lower jaw working on a merger with my upper. I take a deep breath and sigh.

Until I hear the silence.
Thoughts are noisy
 45° 
k o t s o t u
It's really hard
to live in this world
at this time
with the wrong opinions.
 44° 
Leifa
She is to me
Like fire to frostbitten fingertips.
I cherish the silver sliver
Of her sweet, tempered knife
Invading a dull, grey life.
My stone,
Fragmented over planes
I knew naught existed.

All the while, I cannot share
This secret spell
She has mistakenly casted over me.

As I am the cloth close to her heart,
Weepless and waiting-
For her to draw me
Towards the flame of her lips.
I will never tell her this:

I am a thousand pieces.
 43° 
Carolina
So I wipe my tears
and dispose of my fears.
One more step forward,
the dome has disappeared.
 41° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 35° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 33° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 31° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 27° 
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
 26° 
Julie Berners
The first tears fell
When I entered the bright cold room
Doctors handed me to my mother

Tears fell again
When I entered the bright cold room
To say goodbye to her
The one I knew, loved, and cherished

Tears fell once more
When we put her in the ground
The dirt smelled of rain
And our eyes full of pain
 25° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 25° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 24° 
Nova
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
 24° 
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.
 23° 
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° 
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.
 22° 
Sydney Rose
my pillow lays me to peace
to remind me of everything
i never had to be a possession

soft fantasies leave me at dawn
for it is time to return to reality

the sun rises to kiss my face
to grasp the sense of my fears

because what could should & would
are stored away within my pillow
constant daydream of false words
But have you ever been willing to plunge to the bottom of the ocean in search of them?
Have you let their siren song take you away knowing full well that it could end in your demise?
But you didn't care because that moment with them was enough to earn you your good death?
Have you ever held the knife at your chest ready to plunge into your beating heart?
Because it was the price of their kiss?
Did you ever walk into the darkness of the forest knowing you could be eaten alive?
But as long as they were on the other side it would be worth it?
Were you ever too late?
Did you drown instead?
Did you stab too soon?
Did you get lost?
Were you the fool instead?
Then you don't know anything about love.
 21° 
Julia Rose
your hunger was insatiable
it scarred me to the core

I hate that I still dream of you
so I shall sleep no more

(your face shifts dream to nightmare)
Healing is hard
 20° 
Cné
With Trick or Treat a-loomin'
and the harvest moon a-gloom'n
and the ghosts and goblins loose upon the streets

You can bet your bottom dollar
that you'll hear a screech and holler
when you open up your door to give ‘em treats.

But beware of werewolves howlin'
and the zombies who are prowlin'
In the shadows in the corners of your mind.

For the scary cogitation
in your own imagination
is the one that you have mentally designed.

So...remember you'r not seeing
any supernat'ral being...
they're just costumes and some make up on the kids.

But be sure and take no chances
e're they start their spooky dances
Give them candy or the ghouls might flip their lids!

Happy Halloween my neighbors
on this night of ghostly labors....
And good luck.  You can't escape it if you could.

They'll arrive in cars and wagons...
dressed as witches, bats and dragons.
And they won't all be from your own neighborhood.

BOO!
 19° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 19° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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