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 250° 
Loser
Your fingers are caught,
entangled in my ribs,
my heart is in your palm,
and our time is running thin.

If this is what it feels like,
to fall out of love,
then I take back every kiss,
I take back every touch.
 191° 
Isaac
she
believed that she was rare
only to realize
she's one of a kind
 122° 
دema
when you
conceal
and not tell
the whole truth,

you leave me
in a position
where I can
forgive,
but can't forget.
 95° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 93° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 91° 
Shane
Your eyes see my pain,
As destiny breaks our souls.
This is where we part.

Haiku?
 88° 
Violet
its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here

dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
 76° 
Norman Crane
do you remember
days of being young
the creaky swing
we pushed each other on
as the horizon
rising and falling like a scythe
sliced away
the moments of our lives
 59° 
Summer
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
 55° 
Syd
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
 50° 
Donielle
I'll take to the streets with my flame,
Light up their darkness
So they can see the strength in my words.

I will not be silenced,
Made meek by the fear that my shoulders are too broad
For their expectations.

I will climb their walls
And fight for my right to love when I want
Or cry when I must.

And when the battle ebbs,
I will calmly sit beside the river and wait for you still.
 47° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
 45° 
Maria Hernandez
I always felt
that I was not
capable of being
wanted.
I didn't believe
that I was enough
for anyone.
I have always felt
worthless, rejected,
and that I couldn't
be loved.
 44° 
Adrianna
Every single one
Would throw fire if they could
And try to forget
 44° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Because she makes me happy.
Regrettably
 41° 
r
I found myself lost and alone
struggling to feel free
but as time moved along
I knew I could be a better me.
 40° 
Ghost of Jupiter
I could write a million poems about
you
about how wondrous you are
how you have opened up
the midnight sky
to show me galaxies
that I never knew existed

or of how you
plant gardens, a burst of blossoms
in every color
blooming eternal in my heart
just for you

or how you have pierced through
the ashen veils of grief
hanging over my eyes
to give me glimpse
of sunlight again

I could write a million poems
but my words
will never be enough
to tell you
how much you mean to me and
how much I so deeply
love you

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 38° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
 38° 
Anthony Collazo
May the mind of the broken rest
in the pond of forgets
where the past chains break free
from the pillars of regret
We often allow our selves to be overwhelmed with things that have long passed remember the lesson that it brought but realease all the stressing that is done
 37° 
Kyle
Worse than a nightmare;
Worse than death;
It is being alive with so much pain inside.
 37° 
Cox
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
 36° 
Mary Anne Norton
Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm
 35° 
I-sun
Dear weeping girl,
Don't feel bored.
Sit down opposite of the wall,
And Fill its gaps with singing love song.
:-)
•Walls are good listeners•
 34° 
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
 34° 
Jeremy Stacy
I find it immensely hard to refrain
staring through the window pane into rain
seeing nearby puddles accrue and maintain
with a despairing view of a willow that wanes
along a sky an uncaring hue of charcoal that drains
 31° 
Sami
Peddling through the ocean
I found my vanished island,
But there is a
vast.
gloomy.
cloud.
Metaphorically..
Its you I found.

Pour down from the sky
Soon you’ll wonder why,
Suns been shinning strong
Ive been missing too long.

Cool the earth
Beneath my feet,
Be my water
To the overheat.
rain on me
 30° 
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.
 29° 
avenjoe
I said "I don't know whether i've been good enough for you or not
Cause i'm a little bit unsure, i feel like i've kneel and bent to you
And i don't know that touch you gave me was a real love or not
Cause i feel it wasn't like you did to other
And i'm a little bit saddened"

Honey please stay, this ain't over
Please not now, i still need your presence around
We might change baby, together
And we just might feel everything's alright

I wanna get rid of you
I'm surely will
I wanna break this kind of love
I'm surely will

I said "i don't know why you wouldn't put feelings on me
Like it's harm to do and a little bit gone too far
And i don't know why you couldn't stay with me
You couldn't ease me when life gets darker and messy
And i'm a little bit devastated"

Hands on me tightly
Well, soothe my mind baby
I know i ain't your lover
At least, say nice things to me

I wanna get rid of you
I'm surely will
I wanna break this kind of love
I'm surely will
 29° 
Ryan Dement
Some long-haul trucker
told me about
a buffalo people
who have very
light souls
and bathe themselves
in seeds.
 29° 
LJ
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
 29° 
Yohan
You are the epitome of beauty
the everlasting flower
that never withers

You are the greatest masterpiece
the millennium long portrait
that doesn't fade

You are the moon beneath the stars
the light that keeps of shining
through the darkest of nights

You are the good
in all humans
the Life
 28° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 27° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
Someday I will go to Rome and see the Colosseum. But I'll do it without you, my dear stranger.
 26° 
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 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.
 26° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
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