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 313° 
Addison Hubbs
Forget me,
I ask you.
I forgot my smile,
I forgot my laugh.
I forgot me as a child,
I forgot my wrath.
For I have forgotten myself.
So don’t try and think that I am near
I won’t be here
And go away,
Once I fade,
Forget my wrath,
Forget me as a child.
Forget my laugh,
Forget my smile.
I ask you,
Forget me.
-AH
 250° 
Ophelia
I want to run away
I want to hide away at least one day
I want someone to look at me and
I want someone to say “you’re not okay”
I want someone to tell me its fine
To feel these things inside my mind
 113° 
Seanathon
Secretly - I sit
And by windows - wait
Knowing - being
Breathing - seeing
That the world - will not
But hoping that you - just might
"I just want you to know who I am."
 100° 
Satsih Verma
Another weeping star
comes to me. The twin
presence interacts.

Personified.
A pain sits with me.
I split into shards.

A spooky boom.
Water bends. I kiss
your scream.

White night.
Acacia breaks,
roots won't move.
 100° 
Az Versifier
The live-cam girl
Like the water on a pearl
Wildly My brains gonna twirl
Likely My hearts gonna whirl
In her fathomless murky eyes
Her crazy staring sight
Shootin' Love's poision's swirl
Her reflection on my face !
Her Capped hairs curl..
As her lips gonna hurl,
A pout - charm skirl !
Or An innocent lyrics' furl..
I aint catchin' the language
But I am catchin' girl..
Neither having milestones
World's Life remain a thirl,
Broken roads remain a burl...
Broken dreams remain a knurl...
Lonesome nights are silent pours,
As Everyone  you want cant be yours...
 77° 
KNOWER
she ruffles thru' the written rows,
line by line, she sifts thru' prose
intent on catching with her nose,
the timeless scents of dainty rose

her eyes affixed to gems in ink,
the precious words adeptly linked
by (her) lover's mind that ever thinks
of her thru' night without sleep's wink

in penned down verse she does find peace
amidst the words of (her) lover's piece
she is the muse that brings him bliss
and with these words he sends his kiss
"Why don't you be the artist, and I will be the clay?...
Why don't you be the writer, and write the words I'll say?... "
- Ellie Goulding

I hope you enjoy(ed)!... ☺️

may L💜VE, L🌹FE, and L🌞GHT always be with you... 🥰

God bless ☺️
 67° 
Lee
twenty dollars is not worth a life.
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
 53° 
Carlo C Gomez
Sun-rimmed
& splendorous
this afternoon of us
barefoot in the grass
...
Noontide escapade
& pageantry
the mural on the wall of your heart
says you agree
...
Loving outside of ourselves
constructs the nook
I feel what you feel
Sehnsucht
...
There's an au fait air
between this man & wife
bound in codex
this breath of life
Sehnsucht [ˈzānˌzo͝oKHt] : yearning; wistful longing.
 46° 
Lili
I long for love
without heartache.
To be free from pain,
loss,
failure,
and sadness.
In a world shrouded in darkness,
I long for the light.
you can't have a rainbow without a little rain
 45° 
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.
 45° 
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
 42° 
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 40° 
Erikah22
He spoke sweet nothings
And I listened;
sweet nothings mean everything sometimes
 37° 
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 37° 
Zack Ripley
"I wish I wasn't so different
from everyone."
"You've got more in common
With people than you think."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well, once upon a time, we were smaller.
Then, we grew taller. Or rounder.
Maybe more than we'd like, but we all grew stronger."
"Well, I don't feel very strong right now."
"And that's okay. We all fall. Sometimes like a sack of bricks.
Sometimes with the grace of a sunset.
But at some point, we all get up.
And when you're ready to stand, I think you'll find
There's fight left in you yet."
 36° 
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
 36° 
theofficialgew
a girl
her eyes red and crusted
white

a boy
missing an eye now- the blood so dark it's
black

and why do they go for the eyes.

as if blindness will make us compliant

no-
it helps us to see.
 36° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 35° 
FreeMind
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground


-FreeMind
December 1, 2018
#67
 34° 
Ken Pepiton
Tell a blue bird she is beautiful,
she will say,
I know.
Sweet.
 32° 
loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 32° 
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
 31° 
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 30° 
Valmir Zimberi
Stop chasing
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What you aren’t ready to catch.
 30° 
Chameleon
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
 30° 
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 29° 
Eva Tell
tell me
how to be enough
for myself.
 29° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 28° 
Erika
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 28° 
the black-rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
 28° 
Essence
I
burned
the
thread

it
was the last attachment

Now
I
like
all my
clothes
again
She was my music
I danced with.
Created  in life's
Endless tunes
Clothed in
Chanted rythms,

beats
Woven with
Beautiful webs
Drawn from
Ceaseless flow
Of intricate patterns
Sewn
together
By broken masks.

Thud falls!
Discord breaks.
Ecstasy  fades
Enchantment  falls
She was the music
I danced with.
I wrote this piece  using the structure of my poetry pieces1 and 2. Once again dedicated to all unrequited lovers
 27° 
Emily
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
 27° 
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
 26° 
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.
 26° 
Keebo
The day I found out I got a friend for life
Was the night we were getting high
In this small ****** blue car
Listening to Thin Lizzy “Whiskey in the Jar”
I look at the glow upon your face and think to myself
How **** my life would be without your grace
Some people think we date
Others say your my cover up because I’m gay
But the truth is, you’re my best mate who I can’t replace
Seen too many sides of me yet you still stayed
You’re like the soft voice in my brain
Reminding me that suicide isn’t the way
And I hope we remain the same when we’re old and grey
So we can tell the future generation how we used to sesh back in the day
Think this is actually the first “happy” poem I have ever wrote...
From far deep between
She soaks the world around her
With waves of sweet fire
Haiku
 25° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 25° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
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