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 1198° 
Leo Janowick
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................
 788° 
Cassia
Lovely words, pretty lies

Now I know you can't be mine.

Bleeding lip, tattered heart

It still hurts to be apart.
 695° 
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 610° 
Pau
you speak with the softest voice
and suddenly i'm in.
you have me,
heart and soul,
all yours.

even as you whisper,
mundane things: okay, yes
mere responses, but my heart feels a tug.
and as you whisper and say
even more: i like you too, i miss you too
my heart feels both liberated and weighed down by all that i feel towards you.

this frequency we're in,
the channel of all that i feel towards you and more,
i will always treasure and cherish.

you speak with the softest voice,
and suddenly i'm in.
my mind goes blank and  
my heart's all yours.
#n
 399° 
Lauren
By. Lauren

What is poetry?
A lost art form I can not seem to remember?
Wow sorry it's been so long. I don't even remember how to write I've been so stressed and exhausted from school.
 383° 
Jay
A distant man,
He's different but the same,
And while he had up and ran
I still owe him my name
Can't say I resent him,
But the love can be strained
I wish we had understanding,
Yet it's just a pain
i should talk to my father more
Summertime and the living is easy
The heat of your ignorance makes me queasy
 250° 
Penelope Winter
i fear to let go
to close my eyes
and wake to find you
gone

- p. winter
 243° 
julianna
MCR
Tell me what to do.

I never write about anybody else
But me.

I can’t forget everything and anything.
It’s all or nothing.
All or nothing.

Black & white.
Forever.
 230° 
Mari
I accepted
love
When I least
expected it.
 226° 
Max
A path uncharted.
Life's ahead.

Like a car, and I'm looking in it's headlights.
Yeet
 221° 
Julio
Memories like drops in the sand
but  not lost
they come and go
today and always

The feeling of petals brushing my face
wrapped my body in your vibrant voice
the complicity of ours skins
and the delicious humidities

I remember that day
that moment
that you
today and always
 210° 
Kayla
They told us
To keep our legs open
Unlike our mouths
 194° 
MarieAnna
We are all put down.
Never picked back up.
We wave goodbye to faces.
That we will never see again.
Moments spent in laughter.
Dissipate to sadness.
We stop calling friends that were everything.
Now are a distant memory.
 183° 
Hector
~

One day I won’t be touched or embraced,

we avoid old things, the fragile bones,

the wrinkled skin that aches,

my hands like stones

will count the time,

an old oak tree my spine

just sways and breaks,

and all alone

without a touch or embrace-


-
H.O
August 22, 2019
“I am too young to be called wise and I am too old to be called young.”
― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday
 181° 
Henry Bladon
They met up.
She said: we’re done.
He pleaded.
She rolled her eyes.
He cried.
She laughed.
He sniffed.
She blew smoke into the air.
He coughed.
She walked away.
 178° 
ymmiJ
living on cloud eight
one less than higher demand nine
this view is just fine
 163° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 142° 
Abby
Calm as a creek,
Strong as a river,
Beautiful as a flame,
Dangerous as a wildfire;
Do not cross a woman
With a mind like the ocean
And a soul made of fire
If you are not prepared for a
storm
 122° 
Fake Leprechaun
I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.
 103° 
Malia
I smell
Brownies
The warm, luscious smell
Enveloping me in sweetness.

It’s made from the box?
That’s ok.
It still smells good.
 103° 
Sue Collins
Now listen to the truth: You have little to no power.
What happens is by pure chance and the roll of the dice.
There is no karmic response from the universe.
You are ironically sentient for no reason other than to suffer.

So what is the point? The midnight ocean, a tropical
Sunset, vanilla ice cream, words that resonate, a good battle won,
The feel and taste of a lover, the child skipping down the street,
The energy of sunlight and the calm of darkness. And one more day.
Now I come to the end of myself
And my skins crawls off the walls
Off the walls

I bend and I break
As I give and I take
For a softer way
For a yesterday

But it never comes
And if ever does
Will I be ready?
Will I be there?
Because right now I’m nowhere
But I’m everywhere
And I float high in the thin air
Right here
Right there
 83° 
Mandalina
sometimes it's easier to let the red out

than it is to speak what's on my mind




-j.m.k
 79° 
Sixten
If this is what growing up means
I shall do it all by myself
Part of being young is no more
Now that I've got a taste from death
And buried my brother

Oh, days of youth. How I do, do miss you
 71° 
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
 71° 
Stephen S
I am here, but you can't see me.

I am close, but you can't touch me.

I am thinking of you, but you don't know it.

I am praying for you, but you don't hear it.

I care for you, but it may not be obvious.

I cry for you, but keep my tears carefully hidden.

I am here.

How different would things be if I weren't?
 70° 
King
Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.
 65° 
c
I think my tragic flaw
Is reading the warning label
On every person
And pulling a Romeo
On each boy
marked “Toxic”
 65° 
Tammy Cusick
/
The softer the skin,
The sharper the teeth,
Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.
 60° 
Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
 60° 
thara
why can't you see
that i love you
maybe its cause
i can never tell you
as days go by
i fall a little more
knowing that
you'll probably never
feel that way too
~thara
so this is a realllllllllllllllly old poem i wrote,when i was HOPELESSLY crushing on my friend who i was sure was straight.ouch.
 55° 
Sam Maye
i am a girl that is gone.
i am a boy that is gone.
i am something in between that is gone.
gone, gone, gone.
altogether.. i am gone.
 55° 
Marina
If you've seen me
If you've listened

If you read me,
I am fire.
Filled with ambition, love, an emotion.
I'm my own canvas
I write my story.
If I were a book, would you read through all
The pages from the hurting to success?

What is real to you
Will prosper.
I imagined her into my life
While I was writing blessings to him
For a new chapter; knowing it won't last.
I'm happy with all these pages,
Yet I'm still writing
 51° 
JC
Feeling so useless
So pardon my rudeness
you can go to hell

Feeling so stupid
But my thoughts are lucid
You can all go to hell

Huh
I guess I feel courageous
I know this will be outrageous
But I truly feel rampageous

So with a shameless mind
And words that are not confined
Do me a favor and kindly go to hell
Just venting
And it's been awhile since I've posted on here, so here it is
 51° 
Destiney Sophia
trust in no one
once they learn the deepest parts
of yourself
they will know you
betray you
hurt you
never give someone that part of yourself
it is your to keep
not theirs to destroy.
 50° 
Antigone Awkward
Beaming parents,
Newborn christened,
Warning issued,
No one listened.
Caterers
And a marquee,
But someone failed
To invite me.

Baptism present
Almost apt
Dragged behind
Badly wrapped.
Turning circles
Blackboard squeal,
An antiquated
Spinning wheel.
 48° 
purple heart
the night sounds so peaceful;
shush, i said to myself.
the feeling i was waiting for, wanting to stay.
without a reason.
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 46° 
Blckstr
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.
 45° 
kaye
Ma
Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

-K
Infatuation (orlove)
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