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 930° 
Traveler
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳
 391° 
Esther L Krenzin
there is a well of sorrow
so deep
it cannot be articulated with tears
an ache
so fierce
it consumes you
until all that you perceive
is all that you have lost
 310° 
Diana
The sun demands to be seen
When it dies
 302° 
love
I
I need to forgive myself,
Then only I can forgive you.
I need to love myself,
Then only I can love you.

If I could,
I would take myself far.
Far from me,
And close to you.

If I could,
I would erase myself,
And become you,
All of you.

But for now,
The need for I is greater than the need for than us,
The need for skin greater than the need for love.

If you could, would you wait?
I wish I could tell you when.

If I knew my body,
You would know mine.
If I knew my mind,
You would know mine.

But for now, let me dwell,
In this realm of unknown.
If I settle down somewhere,
I will let you know
We
knew
from
the
moment
we
locked
eyes
we’d
known
each
other
for
a
thousand
lifetimes.
 145° 
Eli
My eyes have changed color…
To a lonely blue hue.
I wish I could wash away all the blues,
So my eyes could return to their cheerful, warm brown.

But the tears don’t feel like slipping out.

My heart feels heavy,
Just weighted down with strong emotions.
I feel as if my chest wants
To eject my heart for being so hard to carry.

This heart is so broken it hurts.

Oh, sadness...
How I hate you sometimes.
 98° 
Darlingerode
Introduce me to all of your demons
Maybe they were once my acquaintances
Let me know of the bad news first
Then nevermind the good ones
Break my heart
Rip off all what's left
And don't ever try to mend it
Take everything that you'll find
I won't ask for anything in return
Because I'm okay with it
Wound what's almost healed
Let it bleed
Let me bleed for you
Leave a scar
And become my permanent mark.
you drew stars around my scars but now i'm bleeding
 91° 
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
 87° 
Jemevic
I WILL GO WITH THE FLOW
AND NOT BE ENSLAVED BY
THOUGHTS THAT DRAIN MY ENERGY
 78° 
Tyler Jones
Blond bird flew the coop
Confused and abused
Had to find a new use, a new truth
A new page, some new sight to see
Someone else to be and set free
Because his book was read and framed in flames
Always fashionably late
He conquered and became
All the strange
All the strays
And then blew away with the wind one day
With only whispers left in his wake
 76° 
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
 66° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 65° 
Dreamer
Neither could I **** you
Nor I could love you
Happens
 50° 
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 43° 
Äŧül
If
If you see me closely,
I am the one with the halo.
If you hear me keenly,
I say a lot more than just “Hello.”
If you hold me intimately,
You can feel my wings too, and,
I shall make unimaginable love.
My HP Poem #1911
©Atul Kaushal
He
thinks
it's
flattery
but
he
sounds
like
an
idiot
 39° 
NightOwls
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
 39° 
Kawa
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
 35° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 32° 
NightOwls
We were special
late nights
falling asleep
on the phone
tone to tone
laughing
crying
cheek bones hurting
from all the smiling
planning
whispering
comfort
that was us
now there is silence
no good mornings
no sweet dreams
no thinking of you's
I sit here
dreaming
heart sullen
crusted tears
salty cheeks
red stained lips
wishing
thinking of you
missing you
trying so hard
to
just
say
no
 31° 
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
 30° 
Salmabanu Hatim
My thoughts are stuck in my pencil,
And the paper refuses to help.
 30° 
Kelly
you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober
march 2017
 30° 
Ashly Kocher
Looking for lost time is just a waste
You can never get it back, post haste
Every
      Second
          Minute
                Hour
                   Gone by
The ticking of the hands
Is just the result of
                              Lost time
 27° 
psyche
I haven't had the chance
to know
if he loved me
the same way
I felt for him.

Perhaps it's good thing.

What we do not know
won't hurt us.
 24° 
Skyler M
Caught in this trap,
One made by my own hands,
At least that's what I tell myself,
Am I just a cog in a turning machine?

Ballerina come 'round,
Look at me in the face,
Drop your guard now,
Get out of this nightmare.
 24° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 23° 
Noah Libitsky
Under the water
Where the fish roam
Nothing could be better
Animals may call home
Many of the fish are fearful
Others are not
Because they are plentiful
Many will be caught
All have a sense of location
In the great deep blue
I really have a temptation
To come and find you
This is a poem that I wrote as an amateur poet. I'm Noah Libitsky and I'm in 8th grade. An idea for a poem just popped up in my head and I decided to work on it. If this goes well I might go into writing poems professionally.
 21° 
Pranav
Dancing at night in dark blue denims.
You left the taste of lemon
in my mouth when you asked me to drink it.
I smiled out loud when I heard of your visions.

Dancing in the diner parking lot.
The cheap speaker you brought
is still playing our music.
I yelled that we were infinite just like you taught.

Dancing at the railway station by rail cars.
Looking at the stars,
thinking about which ones we belong.
I point to a pretty pair and you smiled at the dark.
 21° 
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
 21° 
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 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.
 20° 
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.
 18° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 18° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 17° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 17° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 17° 
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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