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 2710° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 319° 
alupa
You're still stuck on my fingertips
And leave your mark on everything I touch
Maybe it's time to wash you away.
 240° 
Theresa M Rose
The greatest pearls only come to be after the harshest irritants has placed itself into the clam's place for, way way too long.


They'll think, ' I am so wonderful being a pearl!'

When in fact...,
A pearl is merely a gravemarker of an irritant.
 237° 
Kalen Dion
Yes,
you will rise from the ashes,
but the burning comes first.

For this part,
darling,
you must be brave.
 214° 
madi
is it harder to
forget or to remember?
to forget is bliss

a numb, empty bliss.
and to remember is to
live with so much pain
 165° 
Opal Wood
How can I be
A little happier
Places I lived seem shattered
People have changed my heart
Yesterday didn't save me
 153° 
X
We've been together for a really long time
You are the only person that is by my side
Every time I look you in the eyes
I always melt inside

They say that love loses over time
But with you, I feel
that my love grows stronger each time
You're the one that made my heart heal

I can't believe that after all this time
You are still mine
I always wish that we are together
Because you always make my world better

You always cast away the doubts over my head
You are like a *** of gold that never ends
Always positive and cheerful
Always clingy and playful

After all this time
I always feel nervous inside
I still love you all this time
I still want you to be mine
 137° 
Luna Maria
I did not write as much
not because I don't care or because
it did not have an impact on me

just because I've been escaping and avoiding
instead of writing and feeling.
distracting myself from the painful feeling in my chest
 129° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 122° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 104° 
Erica Girone
Only good enough when it’s convenient to you
 96° 
zz
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
learning
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
 77° 
Brumous
Let's pleasure ourselves with physical games,
wear made-up names,
put on a facade

be someone
in a roleplay
 69° 
Jade
The fire in my soul
has started to die.

It shrinks down
the trellis of my ribs
like sun-burned flower petals;

wanes itself
to but a simmer

until it is
blue in the flames

Fire needs oxygen
to burn

but

it is getting harder
to breathe
around here.

My lungs thin
into icicles

frost congeals
around my chapped
lips

veins freeze over

(and so does this inferno)
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 67° 
Obadiah Grey
I met my uncle Albert
down at asda, in aisle three;
he got there in his mazda,
jus' a smidgen after me,

said he'd traversed sainsburys,
tesco liddle n the spar,
but not one o' them flogged caviar
truffles or foie Gras.

He sidled past the pork pies
streaky bacon turkey thighs
a headin for the french fries
n forsaken knock down buys,

He shimmied 'round the ankle biters;
expectant mums to be,
popin pills for bloated ills
in the haberdashery.
Feel free to add a verse !!!!!
 64° 
Siyana
“Little girls like you play dumb, but I know you’re not… You are just broken, waiting to be saved by a world that died a long time ago…”
 46° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 43° 
Naveen Malhotra
Fed-up of ordinary life
FOOL
Free opportunity on line
FOOL
Facing onslaught of lust
FOOL
Finally out of luck
FOOL
Four FOOLs make a fool!
 43° 
Lani
"Why do you want to join?"
To lose weight.
To make friends.
To be popular.
"To run faster."

"What's your goal?"
To become prettier.
Thinner.
Better.
"To run faster."

"What are you struggling with?"
Weight.
Grades.
Everything.
"To run faster."

"What do you need?"
Help.
Support.
Someone.
"To run faster."
 42° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 39° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 38° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 36° 
Nadia
Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Locally,
Nationally,
Internationally,
Globally,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
insidiuously,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk
 36° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 35° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 35° 
Exosphere
stop freaking out
nothing is changed except everything
which is no big deal
also, I still love you and you should come
bravely
for a visit
 34° 
mey
a silent pin drop
vast into the ocean blue
injustice no more
 32° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 31° 
nd
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nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
 31° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 29° 
Venga
I was stuck in the bubble
I kept screaming at the people around me

but

they couldn’t hear or even see me
I was like the wind
invisible and quiet

but

I caused a tornado
 28° 
D Thornhill
ignorance is bliss
it also gets you eaten
by the crocodile
©️ dt + b
 27° 
ARAYNA
When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second
 27° 
Ana
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
 26° 
joe machetto
an old woman
sweeping leaves
from her porch

winter's relentless
wind returning them
in nettled dusk
 25° 
LS Martin
My ancestors followed the stars
And I can't even follow my own heart
 25° 
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
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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
 24° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 24° 
Beckie Davies
happiness is not having what you want
it is much more simpler than that
happiness is wanting what you already have
wanting what you already have
 23° 
NightPoet
A place of peace,
of birdsong and freedom
A bubbling brook, soft with moss
the stream runs a steady pace
bringing me quiet
 23° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
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