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 4097° 
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.
 273° 
Yaroslav
Your magic eyes
Your lively smile
Your curly hair
Like ocean skies
I dream to see
How close you are
To make me feel
To make me real
I still believe
I want to hear
"I love you dear..."
 203° 
Mr E Writer
Said Romeo to Juliette,
I'm 'neath the balcony.
Woulds't thou love me always?
Now I'm 23.
Written in awe of Spike Milligan's Hamlet
I have to admit its nowhere near as silly but I do hope its fun.
 192° 
Wyatt
When the words want to pour out
so my mind doesn't become awfully flooded,
there's a bad gateway that's blocking my way.
This error message has been preventing me from posting on here a lot more often lately. I wonder if any of you are experiencing the same thing on this site. Hopefully there's a resolution sooner rather than later. Thanks for reading.
 189° 
NAN
We count down days until virtual reality,
       in the meantime we have poetry where I can . . .
                     π“ˆπ‘œπ’Άπ“‡
𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒
                 𝒷𝑒 π’·π‘’π’Άπ“Šπ“‰π’Ύπ’»π“Šπ“
𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓂
                  & π“π‘œπ“‹π‘’

Because it is not part of the game. . .
     -πŸ……πŸ… πŸ„³πŸ…πŸ„΄πŸ„°πŸ„ΌπŸ„ΈπŸ„½πŸ„Ά
A dreamer named Nan.
the way i feel is numbing,
and im letting my thoughts fade out,
fading out and unable to become more clear, i give up on clarity that i may never get back,
it might just go down from here
 144° 
Callamasttia
It felt endless
Until
It ended.
 129° 
olive
β€œi’m not upset”
i say as it feels like an elephant
is sitting on my chest
i say as i’m hoping that
the wind will knock this tree in my room
i say as tears are running down my face

constantly lying when i’m upset
to spare others with the burden of my feelings
 109° 
Alice
but that look
your look
still haunts me

how can so many emotions be wrapped
in an iris?

the last words you said to me
right before you left

had already been spoken
you told me you were leaving far before you did
 101° 
Savannah Kajdan
Poisons and potions
Past years of emotions
Regretting my actions
Forgetting my passions
Feelings can't be felt, I've drowned them and numbed them out
I'm insecure and full of doubt
Any chance of hope, I snuffed it out
Replaced it with fear and impending doom
Get out of my way please give me some room
All alone, isolation is home
Pushed everyone away so I can suffer alone
Look in the mirror, see a stranger I fear
No longer trust anyone, death is near
Can't handle feeling, won't allow it
Redirect my thoughts,                          
self destructions my power
Silence is deafening, hour by hour
Forget I exist, I won't be here tomorrow
No hope, just dope, is how I cope, I'm a coward
Self mutilation, my ****** creation
The more I bleed, closer to freed
Please God forgive me, my souls in need.
 101° 
Ces
Commonality
The desire for belonging,
The need to run away from isolation
The origins of insensitivity

This is the mentality of the bully

What is normal is confused with
Desirability, goodness
Herein is the soul
Of the tyrant.
 93° 
Carla Cretin
ready or not here i come,
she said to her younger brother as they played hide and seek.
ready or not,
she screamed 10 years later,
her voice trembling and shaking,
her hands ****** and bruised,
here i come,
she whispered
 85° 
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 83° 
Kelly
you sped up my heart,
only he had since turned

when lying with you, I felt not steady  
                               hurt..

I forgot I was sick
I forgot I was his

or his
                      or his  
                                             or his

I'm so scared of this and these following words,
because now to that list, I might have to add

a "her"
scared to be her's
 72° 
Tania
Pay the price.
Close your eyes.
Stop the death.
Make a breath.
You’re alive
Enjoy your life.
 70° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
I see everything
But I have nothing to say
It’s a stupid thing
Because I will be the one that has to pay.

we are going
in circles
always lying
so miraculous.

this will never
end
and forever
will we pretend.
Who doesn't lie?
 67° 
Karisa
Astonishingly beautiful world,
the zephyr kissed me
come to play with river mists

you brought the sun in your eyes,
the church sun dial came to now,
coalesced into one,
my world was caught,
between a finger and thumb

radiant morning
I flew your line of sight,
Helios lit my wings in white.
for H
 65° 
migi
years i have spent
wandering aimlessly in the dark

blackest nights come nigh
where one's blinks make no difference

i stumble and fall into walls and corners
enveloped in darkness' veil

-

but today i saw the sun
radiant and pure

and for once in my life
all felt well

for once in my life
i was home
 61° 
Kawa
β€œFalling in love” isΒ 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.
 56° 
TheFinalKeeper
Wear the stars
and the moon
on your neck
like you were
Mine
 51° 
Alphia
He says I love you

I say I love you more

He says you can't love me more because I have always loved you .
She pushed her soft cheeks against mine
Put her chubby little hands in mine
Still as a picture
Knowing what was needed....
Not a word was uttered between us
We sat there and weathered the storm...
 41° 
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 β€œit”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 40° 
Jason James
You came to me
In darkest night
And set yourself atop me.
I wanted you
And you didn't stop me.
Finally got my chance
Did the horizontal dance
On broken floor boards.
Couldn't get enough of you
I wanted more
But I lost you
To an airplane and my own insecurities
I lost you to the sunrise
For you were just a dream
From which I had to wake.
It's more than I can take
I just want to go back to sleep
Where you're there for me to keep,
But I lost you.
 40° 
riri
i'm practically on my hands and knees, Lord
begging for a sign
of whether i should stay or go
please.
 37° 
labyrinth
If you insist
I admit I’m racist
When it comes
To all ignorants
 37° 
clmathew
~Midnight. Heaven is
bathing, the window open.
Just a kiss away.

β€”Jane Miller, "American Odalisque", The Gift of Tongues

He, the moon, and I
written March 2nd, 2021

My love and I
look up at our night skies
during this midnight time we share

our eyes looking at
the same stars
in our heavens so far apart

the moon baths us
in its gentle light
embracing both of us

I am envious of the moon
touching my love
when I can not

so I ask the moon
to kiss him for me
lovers are we
he, the moon, and I.
This poem is a combination of truth, fiction, and imagination. Written while thinking about a friend far away.
 34° 
Daire Sweets
She wanted to turn her pain into art
So she decided her skin was a canvas
But the brush was too sharp
And the lines were too deep
So red paint soaked through
And there was nothing other than tragedy
For the art was not beautiful
Like sunsets and flowers
It was harsh and sad
Even though the lines were clean
It left a mess on the bathroom floor
And the paint stained her arms
And she sat peacefully watching
The masterpiece she created
Be later hidden by long sleeves
 32° 
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
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ 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
 31° 
Sarah Spencer
I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself
I'm tired of pretty poems. My thoughts are good enough
 29° 
Soumia
Hundred people around me,
laughing, singing and talking.

Why do I still feel empty,
why do I still feel lonely?

So many friends, so many family
and yet I still feel lonely.
 28° 
Bailey
Today I had a new sensation
I wanted to cry
And I couldn't
Now I'm left to wonder
Why
 27° 
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
 25° 
R
it has so much meaning
after youre already dead
red was never a favorite color
to me
but it was yours.
red petals and red thorns
roses were yours
i'll get them tattooed
because that night i couldnt save you
 22° 
tranquil
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
circles
 22° 
Aeerdna
You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
broken feelings.

in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.

You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.

Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.

You
a dance in a summer rain,
You
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
a mystery,
You
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings
numb.

You,
beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
You,
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
You,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.

You,
the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.


To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.
 22° 
labyrinth
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
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