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 420° 
Amber Heaney
Hope reigns
Injustice fades
Love remains
A brand new day
 390° 
Eshwara Prasad
Because it always seeks eternity !
 309° 
Logan Robertson
Testing

It works. I tried posting earlier, 2x, and received the message 502 Bad Gateway and for two days the poem
I posted had zero views. I was puzzled.
In fact I was saddened. In my view something not right with this site.
 207° 
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.
 202° 
Maja
He was a mountain.

She was the ocean.

Reaching for the stars,
Bound by his roots

Still and storm
Black and blue

She was the ocean
Beating against his rock

He was a mountain
And waves could not a mountain block

A bottomless fountain
Breaking with every motion

He was a mountain

And

She was an ocean
 170° 
euphoric jinx
there's a lock between you and me
and i can't find the key
i don't think i'll ever find it
because there's something stopping me
it always stops me
pulls me back
drags me down
in my dark place

when i'm alone it reminds me
of my problems
of my weakness
even if i think i'm strong
it manipulates me
and keeps me inside

i learned to live with it
but sometimes it overcomes me
and i fall down
i can't learn to live with it

i call it anxiety
maybe some of yall can relate
 150° 
Jojo Pizzuto
i wanted to believe you
with all my heart
i wanted it to be true
when you said there was no one else
but a part of me always knew
there was always someone else
standing between me and you
If I learned something from my last relationship, it would be to listen to your gut more.
 111° 
NancyMay
rain pit
I stalk a daffodil hollow
for feather bulbs
 90° 
John Destalo
like the moon
I go through

phases

some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or
forgiveness

it is just a
phase

I am going through
 87° 
Safana
In this
special time
my hand will
take a dress
to attend the
paper floor and
to dance with
a colorful pen

For your beautiful
Birthday
Tonight

Happy Birthday
Amina
HBD to Amina♥️🥀♥️
 82° 
Humble
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
 71° 
trf
i
did you laugh in your sleep last night,
how do you suffocate the fear,
can a dream feel your smile,
do your eyes wake up with tears.
i * i could say that ive got no regrets....
 65° 
Jessica
The leaves are falling
I am falling down
Cold air rolls in, my heart is blue
Because of you

Season change in life the same

I used to be happy
Hopeful
Then humiliated

The sun is shining
Yet the cold air is suffocating me
My heart is cold
My happy is gone

My season has changed
Because of you.
 61° 
Karly Codr
sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
 58° 
Anna Torsu
You cannot be me
Copy my smile, talk, and walk
Mimic my true posture and gesture
Walk in my full naked footprints
And one still remains
Me
 58° 
Emma
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Anyway.
Don’t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
 54° 
Emily
Sea
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
 50° 
Rae
i want you to stop right now.
yeah, you, the person reading this.
look into a mirror or your phone camera.
i don't care what you think you see.
you are beautiful. i mean it. you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen. i'm writing this one just for you. you mean the world to me and you are beautiful.
okay.
keep scrolling.
i love you
 46° 
Kaitland
I wonder what happens when I close my eyes for the last time? Will thick fog fill the room? curiously Will I walk hand in hand with the reaper, through twisted gardens of flowers wet with due. Drop off gray lit roses at my tomb? Will soft dim lights of crimson blue greet the nighttime hue. You’re arms may be stretched out to me and home I’ll be. Such surprises await me when I finally close my eyes. I can’t wait for my last time.
 45° 
Maria
Fly away
My love
On the wings of a child
Soar in the clouds
On the wings of a dove
Let neither
Stones of strife
Or chains of agony
Bind you to the Earth
And with a keen knife
Cut away the web
That ties you from your worth
 45° 
Laila
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
-L.R
 43° 
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
 38° 
Carmen Jane
I used to wait for you,
Right here in this corner
And when I felt quite blue
Your hug would make me warmer

But now the days have changed,
I step big steps on my own  path
I feel we've got estranged
It's really done, I've done the math

That one time when you didn't hear me
Followed by the other time you didn't see me
I'm telling you one plus one is two, my friend
I've done the math, we've reached the end.
This îs a repost from m aug 2020
 38° 
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
 37° 
Maria
The light softly flickers
As you pace and stall
Wait for me here
Listen for my call

Up on the old bridge
I can feel your body fall
Watch the light flicker
'till there's no light at all
why didn't you wait for me?
 35° 
Alyssa
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
 32° 
Zach Thornton
I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time
 32° 
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 31° 
Melanie Jackson
jack and jill went up a hill
but jack went out on ***** and pills
and jill she had to pick up his pieces
his broken bottles
his empty containers
his lost sobriety
and very soon
after the brokenness became to much
jill came tumbling after
going out just like jack
 29° 
Andrew
There hasn’t been a single day
Where I haven’t been thinking
Of you in some way
 29° 
Mitch Prax
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.
 28° 
vik the computer
hills of silent nodding flowers
stealing turpentine kisses under peach trees
pointed lips like butterfly wings
her quiet smile fluttered my heart
rippling rose petals upon clear wax waters
gently tangled together like knotted yellow string
ruffled clothing, hair, flora everywhere
her knowing eyes spoke poetry in my skin
it was then that i decided to live
from "waking on wires" ©2021
-
i decided i needed to write a positive poem
sorry for subpar poetry and unusually timed posts
finals + depression = me no write
 27° 
quill
crooked lips and
gleaming teeth
sunken bones and
hollow eyes

empty empty empty

that is the smile of someone
dead inside
trust me, i’d know
 26° 
Franz Bruck
There are few things that can't be fixed
by a coffee, and a couple cigarettes
 25° 
Haylin
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
To raise
humble kid
is my priority.

I can
Make my CHILD learn
-
By preaching
By teaching
By giving
Knowledge of
Sharing
Caring
Loving

But...
She will not learn
by preaching!!
Rather
She will learn
By my ACTIONS..!!

If I don't
Share MY things
With My
Friends
Neighbours
Siblings
Cousins

She will learn NOTHING..!

I can make her
learn to share.
By making her give -
Clothes to needy
Toys in orphanage
Candies to the deprived.

But by GIVING
she will
just learn to be PROUD

Rather
If she learns by
seeing me
SHARING
She will become HUMBLE..!!


To raise a humble kid is my priority..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
11 Jan 2019
Inspired by a incidence I heard at friends place.. after the whole episode the first thought that struck was
What actions will the kids remember and grow on??
 23° 
Sofie
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
 23° 
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
 23° 
K
Tonight, I watch as the moon shields herself away from the earth with the clouds
I wish I could tuck myself away as easily as she
Instead, I am pulled under, away from everything

Sinking
Drowning
Accepting

Although it is dark where I sit at the bottom
My lungs are too full
And I’ve run out of spite to fight the weight that settles me
The pressure is pushing down on my limbs
I feel crushed, it uses too much energy to move
And I’m tired

My supply of will has run cold
Overwhelmed and desolate
I will watch as the moon shines above
As I cry below
jan 21 2021 12:08 am
 23° 
Anne
Eating my beyond burger with a fork and knife,
drag race in the background,
my Samantha doll by my side.
This isn't loneliness anymore.
This is just life now.

I'm not very good with words anymore,
maybe I never was.
So little has changed and yet everything has.
I still long for love.
I still want to be wanted.
That might never change.

Yet now this lonely world is one I've come to accept,
come to love.
I may be my only friend here,
but that's one more than last year.

Nothing I create is good,
but I'm learning to create anyway.
I'm learning to share my bad art,
at least it's art.
Right?

I dream of slitting the throat of the dog next door.
Someone outta shut him up.
I used to think that was an evil thought,
now I know there's no such thing.

I turn 21 in 2 days.
Math. Yuck.
I'm old,
getting older every second.
Whatever.
I will grow into this skin,
I'm sure of it.
Maybe.

I'm grateful.
More than anything I am grateful for it all.
The pain,
the pleasure,
the guilt,
the anger.

Pills,
family,
friends,
dolls.

No one reads these except me.
So this one is for her.
For you.
Anne,
my love,
my villain,
my biggest fear.

May this year be kind to you,
may you be kind to it.
May you listen to your spirit guides,
may you accept what you never could.

Growth is sticky and wet,
Knowledge is thick and grey.
May you be the light and the darkness,
the cut and the band aid.

More than anything,
be okay.
You're gross,
in a sort of beautiful way.
May you be okay with that.
Truly.




Bad art is still art.
Right?
I think so.
For now.
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