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 371° 
jack
An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------
i might be an idiot in love.
 364° 
Aquila Venatici
And all at once,
I know the plight of the hungry dog
given only a bone.
it is identical
to the plight of the suicidal man
thrown a rope.
i thought of this at work
 235° 
Emily Ann
I rid myself
of every shard,
every little piece
that reminds me of
you.
Knowing
one day;
there will be a me
put back together.
complete
and whole.
a me,
you have
never
touched before.
 220° 
Daniel
"Poor thing", I said when he got a papercut, he said I could blow on it,
he wasn't talking about the cut.
Not so innocent.
 164° 
Niklas Korb
And if you don't mind
Just let me be here for a little while
Just until the end of time
I promise it won't be long
I need a heart so strong
 137° 
Mitch Prax
Your tongue
is an abstract painting,
an artwork born of passion,
each stroke so intricate
yet so abstruse.
Paint with me,
darling.
 134° 
Espresso manic
I think therefore I
am. I dream therefore I
believe. I fail
so I learn. Things work out
when in control of my mind.
when the morning fog leaves, the sun lights the path.
 134° 
Harriet Cleve
We have supped at the Devil's table. Slaked the deep draughts of our dense black shadow. Imbibed till it was brought to a conscious state.
One cannot recoil in horror at ones self and so it is in others that we see the dark side; carefully averting our gaze lest we see our true selves.
 93° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 87° 
Es
you are like the
pink sky to me,

followed by darkness
once you leave.
-es's poetry.
 84° 
Cj
A hug
A smile
Even being noticed
Would be nice
 80° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
Win because
Who I am.
Willing to help
Others.
Very giving person.
I take care my own.
Especially people
I love.
 75° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 75° 
Austin Campbell
2 am is quiet
it reeks of silence;
night slinking sleepily into day,
the dew marinated-grass shimmers
like the stars above
and a hollow moon
welcomes tired eyes
wide with wonder.
 73° 
Jason James
The real danger isn't in lying to people.
It's in telling them the truth.
 65° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 62° 
Erian
I don't feel
like me
 62° 
OH
You asked me once
What my favorite color was
But you didn’t memorize mine
Like I did yours
Sky Blue
 53° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 52° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 52° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 50° 
Person
I look in the mirror
But not to see god
But a man
Of great despise
To look back at me
And speak
There's no hope
Only Defeat.
Oh let it all go
Let yourself be punished
Let yourself rest
But remember
As the bricks fall
This is all your fault
My first poem published on this site wow. I already feel free to express myself here and probably not be judged. Thank you! <3
 49° 
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 45° 
Daisy Ashcroft
The weight of silence is easy
You can learn it too
Just sit and breathe and let
The silence do what it needs to do

Thus when I come to you
You know I don't want your talk
Of 'Just know I'm here'
And you won't expect me to walk
You along the path of my fear

All you do is sit and breathe and listen
Just sit and breathe and let
The weight of silence
Turn on the faucet
Of slow, slow healing
Started to lose its flow towards the end, but the poem just came to me so I had to get it out as quickly as possible.
 42° 
Tim Emminger
Words float in the air
They rearrange themselves into a sentence
form a picture of a train and roll away

Words shaped like balloons
They float away but will be back soon

Words hiding in a tree
Leaves fall to the ground and form sentences for me

Musical notes rearrange themselves on a scale
Fingers jumping from fret to fret
or dancing on the piano keys
These are some of the things I see

Ocean waves roll in and write on the sand
Once it just wrote, "I AM"
Seashells with words lie on the beach
In a sentence they realign
Thank you Lord for this beautiful mind
I’ll take every piece of you
Warm every piece of you
Cradle every piece of you
Love every piece of you
Play with every piece of you
Kiss on every piece of you
Embrace every piece of you
Wrap my arms around every piece of you
Gaze upon every piece of you
Touch every piece of you
Worship every piece of you

...just because
Every  
            Piece
  Of
         You

  Brings  

Me
    
     Pieces

And pieces  

      Of peace
Daydreaming’,knock three times
 41° 
Jacob Pitcher
The difference between a moment and a lifetime.

When your laughs reach your eyes.
When your cheeks hurt from smiling.
When you feel lost, and it means found.
And the list goes ever on.
XMAS

Bells will soon be chiming beautifully  on this holy night.

O Lord, pray I, may things soon be wonderful and bright.

The world groping in darkness is; give us the much needed light.

Help us to overcome our many differences; so that we don't fight.

May all negativity n dark forces be replaced by pious bright light.

May we overcome dross and attain a standard of true moral height.

May this XMAS, bring with it, plenty of peace n love of which the world is so starved of.

MERRY XMAS TO ALL.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
 39° 
Callamasttia
"It doesn't matter, she loves me as well"


- Spoiler alert: it mattered.
 38° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 38° 
Kristo Frost
why does she
 38° 
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.
 36° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 35° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
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