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 244° 
migayle ocuaman
what I see are amber hue
waltzing in a violet haze
swirling and falling brightly
with petals of golden glaze
yet you don't see what I view
 220° 
Left To Rot
I've seen that side of you,
that side you don't always show,
the side not even you can control,
that part buried deep inside.
And even if I saw your worst
I don't think I'd ever forget
the truthful look in your eyes
that convinced me that was you.
 220° 
putiira
It's beautiful
when a heart remains truthful
to another heart
 210° 
xavier thomas
Invested my love to you 3 different times
then you ghost me like I never existed?
naw you got this -ish twisted, love

I want a refund
 201° 
Joe
If a tree falls in the woods with no one to hear it, does it still make a sound?

It’s not so much philosophy so much as it is physics but I won’t bore you with the science when I say:

Did you know when you heart trembles,
Cracks,
Fractures,
Breaks in two,
With no one to heal it or love,
It doesn’t make a sound?

Did you know that your sadness,
That so often goes unseen and unheard,
Becomes a poison to your very soul?

Did you know that this silence,
This ambivalence,
This distance between us,
Destroys me?

I think you do.
 175° 
Jaxey
Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)
Reverse poems are great my doods
 166° 
Redroses
You were like a drug to me.....
   I can't get enough of you.....
 137° 
JD
My art
is not about me
but the images I speak,
about the pictures
I paint of the sea
or the many night skies
that you see
about the people
I described
and the words
that I've combined
and soon you'll find
that the meaning behind
my art
is not about me
but what you seek
art lies in the eyes of the beholder
 134° 
fray narte
slice my tongue until the pieces resemble flower petals — until poems tremble on my very lips. on summer afternoons, they will look like the dried amaranths on your bedside table — in a city apartment you left. slice my tongue until the pieces resemble smoky quartz. it will sit quietly — each side showing the wild and quiet ways of aching. slice my tongue until it heals its wounds — until the sunset casts what's left of its light, and maybe my state of decay will finally look beautiful.
परेशानी चाहे कितनी भी हो
मैं अपने कपड़ों की क्रीज टूटने नहीं देता
मेरा बस एक यही हुनर है
जो लोगों को सुकून लेने नहीं देता।।
 87° 
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)
 82° 
Dakota
An organized chaos
I tell myself quietly
Looking at my room
The disaster I hide beneath
 66° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 53° 
dark blue
daddy
i can’t sleep
my mind is racing
with fear and anxiety
i need to be held
reassured
all will be well
i need a release
daddy
will you go down on me
 52° 
Jonghwan Jeong
spring rain                          spring rain
man of mood                      chatterbox

coming                     ­            hearing
going                                    or not

must  sprout                        moist
push up                                throws morning greetings.
 52° 
MSunspoken
Fly little birdie, fly!
Tell that ***** to get lost
He'll regret the day he saw your face
Or face the hand from which you came
 50° 
Deovrat Sharma
●●●
murmuring sound of perineal river
gentle move of moving rudder
toddling pace of small dinghy
faded shadow like a stringy

our lives just a river streams
like flow of wonderful dreams
seems looking over memory
every moment of each story

everyone is life's enslave
falling rising like a wave
surrounded with dark black cloud
crackling lights roaring aloud

amazingly got escape
from the strange vertex
ocean of life seems auxiliary
always feels like a mystery

●●●
© deovrat "अयन" 15.05.2021
 48° 
Edmundo
There is an old Endless River
Born of our soul
Son of our fear
Of forever being a drop of rain

What needs to change for you to be happy?
Even though you are its waters
Don’t jump in it
The river so bold

It never ends
It never begins
Its just there
Going anywhere - going far and wide

There is a cold Endless River
And it is called Desire
He was never desired
He just was, is and will be
Within us all
 47° 
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
 33° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 30° 
Caleb Kyme
You told me not to get lost in the woods
I am sorry but I had to search for the one that made me insane
My reason for loving and living
Now I am back singing a bitter symphony, a cruel harmony
I wish I listened in the first place
 30° 
Micah
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
beautiful
but bland
verses.
 28° 
Callamasttia
The universe loves a bad joke.
 23° 
thorn
why are there already nats around me?
i'm not dead yet you freaks
 23° 
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
 21° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 21° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 20° 
Deidre Lockyer
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
 20° 
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-
 19° 
tenielle
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
 19° 
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.
 19° 
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
 19° 
DanielSchott
Deep down in the cave.
On the walls displayed
was a message engraved.
Of the people betrayed.
Many were enslaved.
Looks of dismay.
They needed a way.
To see a world that wasn't so gray.
 19° 
UnitingWriting
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
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