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 2716° 
Kmary
Where we 1st met: 41.06°N, -74.02°W

Our first kiss: 41.09°N, -73.92°W

Our first date: 41.16°N, -73.97°W

Our first “I love You:” 41.07°N, -74.02°W

Our first carnival: 41.01°N, -74.01°W

Our first vacation: 20.21°N, -87.45W
 151° 
JRF
Do You Remember?

What a loaded question.
Of course I do but
when and where?  
The memories are anywhere and everywhere in my mind and
some are buttercups and pansies and some are stinging slaps and biting words yes. Yes  
I remember so many things and I mostly want to
Forget.
I really want to
Forget it all.
So stop
Asking me
To remember
When I just want to
Forget.
 151° 
dark blue
little one
it makes me sad
tears fill my eyes
i cry sob
scream why
innocent days
gone by
#ddlg #ageplay #erotica #breakup #heartbreak
 142° 
Ema
the snail shells lie empty
they dried up and burnt
on the longest day
while limestone bathing lovers
chipped by fleshy hands
with great intention
don’t miss slimy snails

they are still in embrace
in stony waves
stopped and gazing
the light empties even
on the longest day
lovers and shells alike
eventually take storms on their cheeks
 119° 
Bella-Lee
Will I ever be missed if I just
Disappear ?
 115° 
Brumous
my back feels empty
my heart does too
the bed doesn't cover it
the pillow I shield myself with
never do

right now,
i can't be satisfied
it just hurts,
my heart hurts

...physically
I've been feeling slight aching in my heart; it feels like it has been squeezed or something. I know that it hurts a little...

My back feels a little bit empty, but maybe I just wanted to be hugged like I hugged my friends. I wished they did it back...
 88° 
Tyler
Him
He shouts, cause there was a time when he wasn't loud enough.

He pushes people away, cause there was a time when someone hurt him.

He doesn't trust anyone, cause there was a time when someone broke that trust.

He's quiet, cause he's sick of being unheard.

He wants to be praised cause someone didn't value him enough.

He loves more, cause he was loved less once.
 64° 
noodle
I first met her in a sunflower
feild,
Filled with sunshine and bugs,
In the tall stems,
She lifted up the corners of her mouth,
At everyone,
And me,
I tried to scream at her, and hit her with my soft fists,
But she took them in her hands instead,
And she was running too fast to hear me,
Or even care.
 62° 
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)
 58° 
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
 58° 
thorn
I love feeling my heart get weaker
I mean hey
I asked it to stop pumping a long time ago
 49° 
Rain
It’s a city from the outside,
Shining on a hill
But from the inside looking out
It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
Arbitrary
Your soul left no touch on it's embark

The spark
No more visible to the naked eye than dew in winter

My place
settled like the dust on your windowsill
The one you no longer have to crawl through

To age in a boring manner has projected our
youth
to the forefront of our desire

Love
taste stale
But at least it still taste
 38° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 37° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
We all have an edge
If we are willing to admit it
It gives us that extra push
To try harder
To excel
To be our best
It helps energize us
Sometimes we lose it
Not through our own doing
It just vanishes
We need it to feel ourselves
It helps guide us in a way
Some call it our groove
Getting our groove back
Because when we have it
We can do anything
 36° 
mangrove child
you know me. I have not one regret
no outer world
to stand on. did you know
i was there when the sun fell, and fell upon
these syncopated hills
like that bird, or a shipwreck
& the off-white grapefruit reaching back
for you   to want just
two more lives
****, sorry
 34° 
Marty T Ottman
You know sometimes I need to re-familiarize exactly what was so present i have realized.
Correlating between these eyes.
A delicate beautiful world arises upon a soul you became to adore.
May wield caution with a heart I pour.
Her atmosphere  tends to bewilder you,
Be wary of her fragile nature.
As I construct  this sentence  to construe.
As I trace the portraiture of her.
The subtle silence of her breaths resonates  unspoken words you are face upon.
Its a tragedy of the death of such expressions that belong.
As they seem to lose there authenticity.
Admittedly  i confess she may be just a mystery.
Along with the nights that transmute to day, except  ill never stray.
Time lost in the conjuction ..
Just can't help to notice the foreign Construction of her essence.
As it may appear as a pleasance.
Don't get to entranced.
Cause you just may miss the chance.  
As appealing as her resonation seems.
A composure  to redeem as I drift upon her dream.
 33° 
ag
I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 32° 
Grace Willow
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
 31° 
Clarkia
Tell my intuition
Tell my heart
Tell my soul
No more manifestation
I'm killing this goal
The mind is taking over
This dream is getting old
The boy will never be mine
I manifested for six months this ain't gonna happen
 27° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 25° 
Timmy Shanti
Tomorrow
I'm going to try again
Tomorrow
I will thrive
Even if today
It feels like
I'm the world's most broken,
Miserable man
I shall once more feel alive

Tomorrow
I will take the road
I have never taken before
And paint the world gold
And be afraid no more

Tomorrow
My dreams will come true
Tomorrow
I will rise and shine
Tomorrow
There will be no you
And the world will be mine
21 vi 21
 21° 
Dennis Willis
The wetness of a sentence
soaking in
news about you

where do I keep
all these invisible
structures

falling through
edges distant
and several

things you can take
rubbing my eye
closed as can be
 21° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 20° 
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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 20° 
David P Carroll
She's so sad today
Watching her life
Fade away dying
Of cancer every day
As a lonely tear rolls
Down her face she's
In a sad little painful place
So let me die today and
Write this above my grave
I no longer live for life
So lord Jesus Christ
Let me R.I.P. today.
Sadness 😢😢😢😢
 19° 
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.
 18° 
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
 18° 
Left To Rot
There's noise,
there's life,
there's nuisance.
I'm amused,
my highest low,
life is nonsense.
Take me home,
I'll blackout,
inconvenience.
 17° 
Dharatal
If you can hear the silent words,
Respond .

If you can smell the perfume,
Even of a dry rose,
Decorate it in your hairs.

If you can spread the love ,
in war of church,
Love everyone.

And you are the most beautiful thing exist in universe .
There’s nothing I would do
To get close to you

Nothing I would say
Baby just don’t walk away

There’s nothing I would do
I just wanna hold on to you

Nothing I would say
Just wish I could stay
New chorus to my song. Hope you like it!!
 17° 
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.
 17° 
putiira
I ask for very little,
but I need what
I ask for very much
 16° 
Estel
You’re the type of person
Who can make rain into a rainbow
And darkness into light
But you can also turn tears into a flood
And here I am drowning
 16° 
Ry
cfb
Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


Crash, fall, then beauty


But we never see what happens after the beauty.
 16° 
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 15° 
-df
you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.
written by d.f.
instagram.com/daymarepoetry
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