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charles bateman
you must know that your special . there is no other like you , your giving and kind , your one heck of a find no other description will do . I've watched you very carefully , sometimes you give till it hurts . You worry and fret and you count your regrets and wonder if you have any worth . I am here to tell you your value is more precious than gold , and the lies you believed as you were being deceived are dying , crippled and old . It's time to put down the hammer ,your heart is beat up black and blue , its time to heal as you learn how to feel , no other ending will do .
I am on to bigger
and better
and she will stay in
       and one day it will burn.
and I won't care
Jeremy Stacy
Consumption initiation by your persuasion
I’ve failed at evasion and gave into occasion

Obsessed formulation for perfect equation
How much medication prior impersonation

Feeing sensation I can’t bring a cessation
I binge on temptation with no moderation

Changing mentation with justification
It’s reverberation with liberalization

Upon magnification it’s miscalculation
My misapplication at a maximization
And you were just like the moon
so lonely
so full of imperfections
But just like the moon
You shine in times of darkness
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
i wonder what would happen
if i had the perfect day start to finish
and nothing bad happened

if i had that day
would it be the day i finally did it

if i never tripped
and my clothes fit
if i woke up on time
and my hair was perfect

if i got to feel loved
and had my favorite drinks
would that be my last day
do you think

if i had a day that couldn't be topped
would the be the end
would my heart stop?

if that day ever came
what could i do
would that day be perfect
do i need to have you

i have too may questions
i'm tired this way
but there's no need to worry
perfect isn't real anyway
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
the birds are flying backwards
(you and I are still together)
the fish swim on land
(you unpack your bags)
the attic is below ground
(you walk into my room)
the sky is red
(you tell me you always loved me)
the grass is gray
(you tell me you still do)
I cannot process the world the same way anymore
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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
I’ll fade to you,
In the Sierra Nevada blue

Your emerald eyes,
I will never recognize

Chasing the dawn,
Drawn the swan

Of our flourishing love,
Venus envies our dove

I want to drown in your heart,
I sincerely hope you’re smart

Interlock and chain,
Your pain in my geometric domain

I’ll solve it like my upcoming exam,
Acing it before you say “Aries and Uncle Sam”
Virgos love the best ;)
My poems are going mediocre again...sorry about the lack of inspiration.
P.S. Will look into this after med. school in 20 years...
*I took college geometry as an eighth grader; it was a breeze, honestly.
**My first (and probably last) horrible attempt to write a love poem to nobody in particular.
***I consider love to be honorable; no one deserves to have their heart broken by someone selfish.
The last note is especially dedicated to @sadnspicy0 and @Owen.
tainted black
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
After all this.
I was only meant to die.

not even a speck of dust,
in this entire universe,
I am an indistinct part of the dark night sky
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return

You love me

© JL Smith
my visions
aren't even mine,
to begin with.
I suspect we often know the answer all along.
The one we’ve refused to say out loud.
The one that irks us when the dimness of the evening arrives.
I think we know it in our marrow to be true,
That which we cannot gather the words for.
I win every day
when in that to-day
I don’t lose my ‘to-dos’ and my way

...and the victor is...
I knew you wouldn't come back
Where are you really?
You never write to me and mum
You think you're soaring freely?
I hear mum cry every night
While you're out there having fun
How can you think that this is right
When mum wants her life to be done
George ran away from his sister and his mum
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
sab ariana
i am waiting for you
to get out of my head
i am waiting for you
to come see me in bed
and after our fun
well grab our gun
splatter the walls red
it will be delicious
a mouthful of lead
together forever
now that were both dead
contrary to what i say, i really don't want to die. i promise, i couldn't even hurt a fly. let alone you. i want you to live for as long as you can. because the world needs you my precious man.
j a connor
Let's save some time
You mean,, put it in a bank??
How can we get it back?????
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.

I write, therefore I am.
Deovrat Sharma
they looks far
however they are
******* with each other
with some obscure....
invisible unbreakable endure
and imperceivable allure
in such a manner
will stay together
in past present forever

Justin Phipps
I cover my heart
in a layer of steel
so that the things she has said
I cannot feel

It makes it harder to push
the blood through my veins
but we can grow a little
learning from the pain

Your heart will grow stronger
in its little steel cage
keeping you centered
letting go of the rage

When your mind is healed
and your body has calmed
You'll notice the cold steel on your heart
is now in your palm.
Sam Lawrence
The painful truth is
  (undeniable / dawning)
  (most / many)
young people won't
  own their own house,
  have a stable job
  or raise a family.
They've been brought up
  (expecting / taught)
by generations that lived
lives that were
much more similar
to their own parents'.
The future, now
  (bleaker, / reality,)
looks like it can't keep
its promises.
  (anger / shame)
will fill the void?
Gen X, so slightly in the middle, watching this unfold.
Shawn B
Devil down under ground
To Gods just deep ocean sound
Burn the devil
Bless the rest

Put those monkeys to the test

Monkey me Monkey you
Look to heaven, see and do...

daily prayer in life, hope that people put to actions Gods love in Jesus.
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 like *******.
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.
She was beautiful
I couldn’t even look at her eyes afraid I’d stare forever if I did
I don’t know what it was that made her amazing
Plain and boring a normal person you’d never think twice about but
She was beautiful
And that was suffocating
I hate attractive people because most don’t realise and I could see them in a crowd and fall in love
Rachel Rae
Sing with me
With breaths wild and ablaze
On the rooftop, overlooking
The snowy escape

Come with me
Under trees with lanterns adorned
The sugar of maple sap,
The fresh light of morn'
a m a n d a
could it really be
that all that was needed
was to hear a little
no doubt

to make me
remember who the *******
i was
all of this?

f e a r l e s s
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.
Fantasio Milian
What if
                    you hadn't forgotten
                                                       ­            the love
                                                                                           you felt for me.
Would we
                                 be happy
                                                           ­     or feel
                                                            ­                                 trapped.
9:11 pm
Lida Dela
They hang on the edge of the cliff,
Where the heavens break and the stars dim,
Falling into a void and darkness,
for they turn their faces away from their Lord, with arrogance and ingratitude
they run from Love,
the opposite of peace,
the opposite of tranquility,
the soul burdened,
the soul lost,
One day they will wish
They didn't exist
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.
It can't really be 01:10
Tommorow can't be real
The soft voices in my ears are saying it too.
It's too late to be this early.

Such an honour to meet you,
My suicidal rendition of self,
I think i love you
Your writings
are macabre
in thought

You never



You died
but known

It was not worth the price

I love Robert Frost because he wrote about nature. I love the outdoors, change of seasons, plants and trails.
But, for rhyming and timing, the way he put poems together. I believe Mr. Poe was the greatest poet I ever read.
I do not share his view on life but no one wrote like him.
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