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 290° 
Sharmila Juliet
Darling!
You are that treasure
I always searching for
I found you now. But,
I Can't say you are mine.
 261° 
Violet Bliss
What an enchanting sight
Edging closer
To plant their celestial kiss
 251° 
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
 250° 
A Jung Lim
Hidden in the garden of a secret palace
a wild rose blossom,
cold rain and wind hardy rose.

The day is coming to be presented to the public
to enlighten the world.
She will spread sparkles of beautiful scent
to wrap up the whole world.

It is why the god created the wild rose.
 240° 
Maggie Sorbie
Sought after autographs
Authors musicians and artists
Some people like to collect them
 228° 
Justyn Huang
Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.
 227° 
OpenWorldView
it’s breaking my heart
listening to the silence
of unfulfilled love
 217° 
nishtha patni
A noun meaning a art of
being Isolated and solitude.
Defined by the experts, a
Situation where you have
No one to talk or share.
If ask me its the state of
Being lonely with 10 people
Around often known as mates.
The soul wants to scream
Aloud but always keep the mouth
Shut for the sake of others.
It's the time where all your
Feelings drop from your eyes.
Darkness comes in the most
Transparent way possible.
Heart screaming in full noise
But no one to lend their ears.
It's the feeling to being alone
In the most unlikely way possible
Loneliness isn’t just isolation, its
A fact of life to be experienced by all
 189° 
Bhill
are we superimposed with overwhelming complacency
does it make for an annoying reality
do we share in truth at all
should we be struggling so hard to understand
understanding and believing in a definitive future
what is the answer?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 58
Do you have an answer?
 135° 
whoever
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
 128° 
kim
she
there is no sound in the world more
that i cherish
than her laugh

there is nothing i love more
than to watch
as she smiles at me

to know that i
of all people
bring her joy

maybe i am
not so bad
after all
 122° 
Shinko Pan-ya
the rhyme of a song
an old beat
ears ringing
eyes stinging
a thought
a word
the beat drops
with unintelligible words
I hum along
the worlds spinning
I fall
the beat of music still in my veins
I crash
I return back to earth
I sigh
why cant I stay there forever
Red, dead
It’s all been said
Mars
 93° 
Blue
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
 77° 
mei
under the crescent moon
i tell you that i love you,
a glimpse of your eyes
                               filled with stardust
you tell me you love me too
 77° 
putiira
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
 69° 
A Blizzard
falling fast or falling slow
Does it matter when you’re the only one in tow?
Short and sweet
 68° 
Max Hale
Salty spray ever dripping, the months of winter merge
Black tarmac usually so robust,
Pressured by evil winds of middle earth
Boring similarity where days glide by
Watched with pale faces in despair
Wet weather conditions fail the promise of new life
Flooding events, desperate for relief wash over
Where bright, white snow might be welcome
Yet, still the greasy mud clogs our footpaths
Making any sort of walking a physical impracticality
The greyness clouding our windows
Encourages little incentive to explore outside
Spring flowers resting within their bud in the cold earth
Reluctant and selfish to break through sodden mud
Before they come and surprise us with welcome colour
Giving respite within this desperate monochrome landscape.
 68° 
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
 63° 
Harald Pfeffer
The madness of ecstatic love

The madness of ecstatic love is clear.
For here there is no wisdom and rationality,
Only bipolar swings from bubbling mania
To darkest doubt and depression.

Yet it is here on this unstable ground,
That our only escape from ego is found.
If we succeed during this insanity,
And there is no referee, then we are free.

Hardship on this pilgrimage becomes
An invitation to take another step
With patience and humility away from fear.
For we are all truth, we are all light.
But only in love is the way out of the night.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 27-2-2020
 63° 
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.
 59° 
Issy
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
 58° 
Nina
We went on fake dates
We were fake couples
And yet
The only thing that wasn't fake
Was my feelings for him
 57° 
Christina
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
 52° 
Sab
Flowers bloom
Feelings fade
Left alone.
 49° 
Harriet Cleve
Poems love you back
 49° 
LK
YOU
A simple three letters word that brought meaning to my life.
 48° 
Shadow
Bury me beneath a pile
of your empty words
So they are not too heavy
for me to rise again
 48° 
blackmarketcat
I am a monster
just like my mother
ignorant of the feelings of others
so self obsessed
hyper-focused on being more
getting more
earning more
ignoring my own feelings
convictions
my own self
I was bred to be like a racehorse
in the rat race
and I hurt the ones that love me
because of it
and it hurts
hurting her
when she has loved me
like nothing else
like no one else
I've been a monster
 47° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 47° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 45° 
Molly Elizabeth
Something lights from within
And a fire boils my blood
I have seasonal feeling
Let's make it known to everyone

There's nothing I can do
When spring turns to summer
And summer fades into fall
Finally I reach winter
The one I've been waiting for most of all

You never really had feelings for me
So I pretend you do
When the world reached that season
That I fell in love with you
 45° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 45° 
Khoi-San
Jack Sparrow had some fun
he
made
SpongeBob
sit in the sun
Bikini bottom
was filled with cotton
and
Patrick
flossed
his
***
Nursery rhyme On Bikini bottom
 41° 
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
 41° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 39° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 39° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
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