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 876° 
Alex B
If I die prematurely
Don’t make me go through a breakup too
 590° 
Siobhan
stars glisten in the night gently shining bright, leaves dancing on the trees graceful in the breeze, dew drops setting pace in a clear enchanting way , makes life breathless and alive within a moments finesse
 483° 
Poetic Eagle
10w
some people break your heart just to see you bleed
 420° 
Kenn
4
4  words that is in my mind
A girl that is very kind.

Happy heart of mine
All I can say she was fine.

4 words that is in my mind
making an impact behind.

4 words is all I need
.
.
.
I love you forever,

My dear.
Notes of K
I could say
that I know what I want from life

I could say
that I want life

I could say
that I know what I want

But I don’t
 401° 
Vaughn
I thought
I knew everything
About love
And when
I lost you
I realized
There were things
That I should’ve
And shouldn’t
Have done.
 300° 
Mickey
Turn my heart into a ******* stone.
Make my eyes turn into the deep dark depths of the ocean.
Break my bones and turn me into a fallen rose with no strength to get up.
Take my smile and tie my lips together with your strongest thread.
Leave me behind, broken, shattered and defeated.
But,
Never.
Please never, touch my soul.
My oh so beautiful and unbeaten soul.
It is all I have.
All that is still pure.
No scratches nor judgement.
No pain nor sadness.
It is the one thing.
that keeps me,
Alive.
 256° 
Valentin
From the sunset to 2 AM
Time is mine
The best part of my day
Is the night

I am dreaming awake
I don't need to close my eyes
They are wide open
And I never want to sleep

There is always a sunset
Somewhere in the planet
Sunset is one but eternal
Sunset is one but also sunrise

Two in the morning
Is very personal
You can't lie to the night
You are who you really are

I want to die in the night
Disappear on its ultimate shadows
Feel no pain
But an endless satisfaction
07.23.19
 252° 
Antigone Awkward
There's a cat's paw on the end of my pen,
Hold my breath, count to ten.
Mr Stabs... not fair,
Black cat... hard stare,
Lots of work to get done,
Worky, worky, no fun,
Need to work all night - but then...
There's a cat's paw on the end of my pen.
 127° 
Antigone Awkward
Where's the harm?
She reads a palm,
Turns a Tarot card,
Healing crystals,
Black lace, big bristols,
But I have to come down hard,
Coz it's my patch,
So spit 'n' scratch,
Let someone else make room,
Rings clip,
Fat lip,
Tabitha's on 'er broom.
 115° 
zz
You reached for the stars
and put them in my eyes

I keep them locked
behind my eyelids


fearful

that you´ll change
your mind
 96° 
acacia
We won’t get the chance to do this over!
Don’t act that way!
uwu uwu like a light

just confessions from the bible
 87° 
Stained Glass
"....between two people is misunderstanding."
And it is only in the darkness
that the stars begin to burn.
Keep your head up. Things will get better. It's always darkest before the dawn.
 68° 
Kanishka
I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?
But alas I'm a poet. I must write.
 66° 
Hannah Lanayru
Don't listen to that voice
The one within your mind
That tells you everything is going to be okay

Because it's not

You know it's not

You struggle every day and every night
Always tired of this fight
It draws you in and lures you too far
Then you're trapped and there's no going back
So why bother?

Why bother?
Why care?
It's not like anyone is there
To hear you cry out for help
Or to see you reach out desperately

So you sit there and you cry

Until the one you truly love comes along
To pull you back from the depths of the hell within your head
 63° 
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.
 55° 
Lovely Nobody
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.

Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.
 52° 
jerrey
Dear Little Girl,

Right now, you just stare
At the ceiling, at the wall,
Wondering if your hair
Will ever look pretty at all
Or will one day be tame
I think you’ll be happy to know
That the bigger you grow
It’ll be more beautiful
But look exactly the same
This one’s about self acceptance and growth, featuring one of my all time biggest insecurities—my hair
 51° 
darly
I went to the love of my life's wedding today

I listened to her say the words that i would never be able to say,
he was the object of the love that i craved.
she looked at him with the same affectionate eyes that i gazed,
he was the one hearing: "for the rest of my days".


i went to the love of my life's wedding today
 51° 
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.
 50° 
Fenchurch
I think the music has been lying
Love isn’t like the melodies
Of the songs on the radio
It’s hard and disappointing
And no one ever stays for long
I wish I never believed
Those stupid love songs
Because maybe if
I never heard them
No one would’ve never let me down
 48° 
Sky
Somehow,
everything falls right into place
with you.
 47° 
Z
Be good
your whole life,
then do a single thing as
you were done

Trust me
they’ll all judge you,
for the only time you decided to
put your halo down

—live as you please anyway.
 42° 
Alaska Young
your drunken eyes
keep telling me
a different story
 40° 
F A Pacelli
we are human
we cannot be perfect
but we can always be better
 40° 
BJ Donovan
Go down my dark side for 3 years.
  Look for a dim light on the right.
  Stop. Decide. Return or continue.
  Onward for 2 years and take the
  first left past the guilt and
  regret and self pity and neglect.
  Go until anxiety cripples you.
  You've arrived at my despair.
 40° 
Anne Webb
In a cottage near Tibet
an old man in his bed
  lies expecting that
   which all of us will face

    there's nothing on his mind
     he's old and nearly blind
      he leaves no one behind

       a little more ahead
        two figures lightly tread
         then suddenly stop dead
          and turn towards the shed

           then

            one walks towards the place
             where the old man rests his face
              on his old and washed out pillow case
        
               the figure step by step
                gets closer to the shed
                 and then to the man's bed

                  the old man turned his head
                   to face the figure at his bed
                                      "Finally..." he said.
 40° 
Lost
Words in a gilded cage
Scrawled in a page
My misery rings true
In the hearts of all
For we’ve all been blue

Every one of you
Had hear a siren song call
From within the depths
Of your chest
Each ballad bringing
The same sadness
As the rest

You can try your best
But words in a gilded cage
Sparkle with relatable appeal
Because the pain of heartbreak
Is achingly real

We all feel
In our hearts
Each throbbing bruise
Every black and blue mark
Smarting incessantly
Yet dulling with age

Let poetry guide you
To a less lonely place
To a wonderland of words
In a gilded cage
Found half of this poem over the weekend scribbled on a piece of scrap paper from work, and decided to finish it this evening. Hope it makes sense.
 40° 
Niki Gray
Pain is better than numbness,
because at least I can feel
my life not just move through it.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry.  Also a thank you to all my family and friends that remind me to be the best me I can be.  Thank you Sheela, Courtney, Christian, Favour, my daughter Sydney and my son James.  Also, a big thank you to my husband Jim.
 39° 
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.
 39° 
Hg
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 38° 
Cassia
Perhaps one day I'll look up and see
The same stars that you do
But for now, I'll settle for
That strange light in your eyes
Du du du...
 35° 
xtine
there’s this urge
that comes and goes at random times
there’s this urge
to isolate
and distance myself
from everyone in this world
just for the sake of being alone
or maybe
see if there’s someone who’ll notice i’m hiding inside my shell
see if they care enough to break down the barriers and allow me to be part of what’s around me
maybe...
 35° 
wordvango
Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow
 34° 
Alessia
Woke up to break up texts
From someone I was learning to love
 33° 
Caroline
I am a tiger and a fawn.
The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk
And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn.
I am darkness and I am light
Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night
Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight.
And I will protect them,
These birds of freedom.
I will carve their songs
Deeply into my heart
And set aside a space
Where the cruelty of this world
Cannot, ever, tear them apart.
So laugh my little children,
And sing your songs of glory,
You are safe
You are heard
And you are worthy.
 32° 
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 31° 
Matt
I just can’t
I’m done
Doing all this
All this stress
For nothing
I’m done
Why wait
Why continue being alive


ok so a lot of you guys have been really concerned, I'm fine, I have a therapist this is just a way to cope.
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