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 879° 
Heather
The things you’ve said
The things that happened
Burned in my memories
I close my eyes
It all plays on repeat
Like a broken record
 713° 
Em
and if love could talk
i don’t think she would
i don’t think she could
she knows
there are no words to explain
what has happened
she would just hold me
stroke my cheek
and let her tears
do the talking
-i hate to see her cry
~e.m
 538° 
دema
It seems that
I like that
I can't have you,
but when the
challenge is over,
so are my wants.
 461° 
Corrinne Shadow
I wanna give up and take my final bow;
I guess I just can't handle that
The only reason I'm alive right now
Is this cat.
 315° 
Sahil
I took faith in you lies
I tried to pursue your dreams
I tried to smile
But what came out were only screams

You told me to understand
But you never understood me
I tried to take a stand
I even tried to flee

But it was all for nothing
 293° 
pink
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i can't even go to sleep to get away from it.
 209° 
Dylan Mcconnell
just because i don't fit into your hands
doesn't mean
i don't fit into my own
I wrote a name in the world but the rain washed it away
I wrote a name on the floor but the maid washed it away
I wrote a name on my book but the eraser eraser it away
I wrote a name on my hand but the soap
washed it away
I wrote  a name on the core of my heart because I know it will never get washed away
It is my own poem
 150° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 146° 
TJ
A warmth named security wraps over me.
   Don’t let me overheat, I’m sensitive, ya know!
It hugs me close, my heart skips a beat.
    It whispers sweet nothings, promises meant to be broken, lies upon lies, filling me with false hope.
          And yet, deep down, I know it’s right.
just a poem after almost a year of no writing i guess
 142° 
katie
she’s everything i am,
and everything i could be
she gets tired and lonesome,
and she’s suffered for me

she’s strong and capable,
and someone i look up to
her unconditional love is powerful,
and she’s lessened every pain i’ve gone through

time after time again,
she’s forgiven my selfish ways
because she has always been a part of me,
and she’s always here to stay
a letter to myself
 123° 
Phosphenes
~
I was watching the waves
come and go back
the shells asked me
"where is your heart?"

They didn't know I gave it to you

Then the stars pointed at something red
and I just stood there watching my heart
drifting away not coming back.
 117° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 111° 
Brandon
Sleep enchanted
Rest weary headed
Eyes to dream
In peaceful sleep
Silence engoldened
Shrouded deeply
Til the morning sun rise
Sleep serenely
 108° 
Jennifer Barrett
In the exhausted sea I embrace you.
Your love is an ocean, and I, poor sailor,
Cling to my vessel. The air is nothing
To a wave. The sea sings. The water
Arrives in my throat, one long and lustful call,
While the feathers of seabirds dance on my skin.
I drown for you, as you want me to,
The birds, the ocean, the blue⁠—me and you.
 99° 
Amanda
art
the way my mind
holds its paintbrush
makes my soul
feel understood
 97° 
Siphamandla
Words are all we ever whisper.
They lie in feint in our portraits.
As empty as they are...
Lot in minds of many.
Glued in thoughts and
Composed of lies.

Slowly hidden in smiles,
Smiles, with hearts miles apart.
Envisioned in our eyes days after.

With a stain in our hearts,
Our brittle little hearts slowly
bend in belief of happiness.

But as one might ask
"What is it that we are searching for?"
And with only words,
The answer shall be Revealed...
Words can be used as daggers or rockets to cloud 9.
 90° 
Ashlee M
Endless wood
A hunted, perfect hare runs
Enjoying the day.
A sentiment on how purely you can live, yet you cannot escape life who is the hunter.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 83° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 82° 
WistfulHope
If I'm the moon
Will you be stars
And keep me company
Even when I am dark

     If I'm the moon
     Will you be stars
     That let me stay
     Even if I'm different

          If I'm the moon
          Will you be stars
          Buring bright
          While I just reflect

               If I'm the moon
               Will you be stars
               Hues of gold, blue, red
               With my life black and white

          If I'm the moon
          Will you be stars
          Falling and shooting
          As I endlessly spin

     If I'm the moon
     Will you be stars
     That they wish upon
    When I make them loons

If I'm the moon
Will you be stars
When I rise in blackness
Will you stay beside me
If I'm the moon, will you be stars?
 81° 
Michael Edwards
.
She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.
 79° 
multi sumus
Quill doth quethe lest hest bereave thee dunnest gall an' parchment
Wot trist befall
Wilt gage fore all
Don ne'er endue department
 77° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 74° 
Stained Glass
Waiting for someone to act correctly is a disrespect to yourself. You're compromising your worth because someone can't fully afford it.
 74° 
Om Guragai
Cold like the winter-fell nights
Warm as a mother’s hug
Like the perfumes from the roses
Beautiful as the butterflies

Can create or break many lives...
 73° 
annie rose
im over it.
please stop haunting my mind.

when im happy.
when im sad.
when im angry.
when im feeling.

please stop.
when im trying to sleep
after a long day, week, month.

you appear yet arent here.
so please go away.
and stay away.

- i miss you and i hate it
 68° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 63° 
AWAIS HABIB
ہاں وہی بارشیں بھی ہونگی
آنسوؤں کی برسات بھی ہو گی

تیرے نام کے سہارے ہر رات
صبح سے امید زندگانی بھی ہوگی

جانتا ہوں کے کھاتا ہے جھوٹی قسمیں
یاد رکھنا تیرے ہر جرم کی تلافی بھی ہوگی

ہوگا وہ سب کچھ جو تو چاہے گا
نہ ہونے والی یہ میری زندگانی بھی ہوگی

ایک یاد سے آخر کون جی سکتا ہے اے اویسٌ
تیری ہر خطا سے منسلک میری کہانی بھی ہوگی
 62° 
sophia
don’t worry,
i’m okay.
i just have to
be sad
sometimes.
to draw myself
back into my head
and make sure
everything’s working correctly.
a simple one i wrote in my journal yesterday
 57° 
Lilah

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
 52° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 50° 
R
That day,
we were riding
in the same old wreckage of a car
that you wouldn't change
because it reminded you of some actress you used to like.
you told me I look like her.
I never liked to be compared to, you knew that
you knew so much about me
that you could shatter
my existence,
but you never did that,
instead, you loved me.
And the next time we met
you came in a new car.
We went to the same places
talked about the same things
but today, you didn't compare me to anyone.
today you accepted me
as I am.
 50° 
Jr
Mandíbulas caídas
andar en descenso al centro de la tierra misma,
calor, frío, llanto y sangre
perros en llamas mordiendo cuerpos

caras familiares en estado de deformidad, volviendo a los  músculos y huesos mismos

la muerte, el odio, la vida, el amor, los viajes, los recuerdos

años en instantes y en desorden total

caos


un sin fin de sinfonías desafinadas que no puedo sacar de mi mente

rebeldía total de todo lo que me rodeaba

colores bonitos y recuerdos feos

presión de avanzar sin rumbo certero, un infierno dentro de mi mente proyectándose al mundo exterior
exterior

impacto, golpe, sangre.

paranoia pura
muerte


                                              y vida
22 octubre 2018
 49° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 47° 
mary liles
you
     promised
           me

but
 46° 
michael cera
coldest winter,
wrapped in your clothing.
my arms are sore,
my eyes are wet.

each mile taken,
her smile beckons,
but i can never see her cry,
over losing me.
 40° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
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