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 259° 
Des Nicole
I've been through a lot
If that makes me weird
So be it..
 226° 
Renn Powell
and if i never find another soul to love, i'll be okay with yours being the last.
 217° 
Atlas
Can we be best friends in love dear
Can we grow old together?
I wanna be by your side for the years and years to come
Can we fall like feathers
Falling softly for one another
I wanna be here for you through the good and the bad my love

-Abbey Glover
 168° 
Donna
Hi as HP stopped
selective daily poems
Thought I’d asked..that’s all
Hey the last daily poem was selected on 27th June there’s been no more since x
 158° 
Richard Graydon
Maybe I don’t feel too good
Because when I look at myself
I only see the darkness
So why are other people blinding?

Maybe I don’t feel to well
Because when I question myself
I only find the worst answers
So why does everyone else has a cheat sheet?

Maybe I don’t know anymore
Because I have a knot in my stomach
And it never goes away
So why does everyone feel so good?

Maybe I don’t feel happiness
Because I lost all feeling long ago
And only try to feel pain
So why do you have love?

Maybe I want to die
Because I feel like that I’m not good enough
But that’s just a lie
I just want to leave everyone else.
I think the reason I don’t improve massively is because I write everything first time. Nothing has any planning because emotions only come once.
 146° 
Joyce Sayson
this would be the worst
of the best day i ever had.
got my happiness
from the most lonely mood i ever felt.
i'm still glad,
even though i'm crying right now.
 119° 
Me
A sharp knife in
her hands she separates
that which does not belong-
which rejects
integration

She highlights-
like the lines pointing
towards emergency-
the puffy artificial stuff

the rough parts-
those that give you a
real headache trauma

all drama, all that sticks
to you and makes you
heavy-

drop it now
go on
be ready to
explode
 107° 
Navila
Ever since the pink
of sunrise
was realized in His hands,
God knew
there need to be souls
in awe
and reverent
of His new masterpiece;
a miracle that would
arise every day
gracing His new world
with its ever-changing beauty.

He knew
the sun’s alchemy
upon the sky
would not bring tears
to the eyes of His angels.
This world
would be wasted
on them,
for they would
strip down
this Earth
to its mechanics,
oblivious to its magic.

So He conceived,
of humans,
whose faults
and flaws
would not allow
them to understand
the depth of His creations
but would allow
them to perceive
the splendor of each
daybreak
and the bleeding watercolors
of each sunset.
 106° 
Klita
I could walk out this door right now
I could start walking
                           and walking
                                          and walking
Til my throat runs dry
Til my feet begin to bleed and blister
Til my legs give out
And still never stop

And find a place
Where the sun smiles down
And the world is full of color
And breathing comes naturally

But I won't
I'll stay
I’ll unwillingly persevere
Because I have nowhere else to go
Until I'm allowed to leave
I wrote this awhile back
 105° 
Silent Moon
It just feels so good to be bad with you
 102° 
Mari
This is why I don't
share my opinions-
They won't listen.
They think I'm strange.
They think that they're always right.
They make me feel guilty
even though I didn't do anything wrong.
But still,
I won't stop.
 84° 
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
 68° 
ATL
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
 66° 
J Walton
Chaos moves like a breeze.
.
गर्व से सम्मान से,
जी रहे बुज़ुर्ग यहां,
गौरव से अभिमान से
जी रहे युवा यहां,
समर्पण से त्याग से
सींच रहा किसान यहां,
आत्मा विश्वास से, बलिदान से
लड़ रहा जवान यहां,
उल्लाहस से प्यार से
बढ़ रहा बच्चा यहां,
अपनेपन से सादगी से
संभाल रही गृहणी घर यहां,
यह भारत देश है मेरा
मिसाल इस जैसी कहां।

धीरे धीरे बढ़ रहे कदम,
बनने चिड़िया सोने की यहां,
किसी मुल्क से जंग नहीं
अपनी पहचान खुद बना,
अमन से शांति से
बन प्रतीक यह खड़ा यहां।

ना बटा है ना बटेगा,
यह अखंड भारत महान मेरा,
निर्माण राम - कृष्ण का,
सपना मौर्य का,
टूटा नहीं जब लूट मचाया,
कमज़ोर हुआ क्षण भर को,
पर चट्टान सा मज़बूत बना,

हर शक्स के अंतरमन में बह रहा
जज़्बात यहां,
हर धधकती धमनियों के
रक्त में ज्वार यहां,
चीख कर शोर मचा हर ओर
यह एक यहां,,
भारत देश मेरा महान,

भारत देश मेरा महान।

Sparkle In Wisdom
२१/९/२०१९
 55° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
 52° 
Kirsten Claire
I gave them fickle fables
Far from forging truths
Fair young women
With facades cast over
Their fear-filled eyes
As they realize
There is no fairy tail
For fabricated dreams
No Prince Charming
Will fall for them
It is the princess fallout
That happens to
All folly young women

9/21/2019
 51° 
F A Pacelli
together we walk 
to our deaths
in this thing called life 
but somehow we forget 
we are in this thing
together
 48° 
elisha belle
just a little more,
I should wait.
just a little more,
I will strive.
just a little more,
I will fight.

but,

just a little more,
I will stop.
just a little more,
I will give up.
just a little more,
I will die.

just a little more,
just a little more.
whatever hardships we face, there is always an end. we just have to go on, just a little more.
 48° 
Joshua Dougan
As I look at a screen I read up on Screen addiction.
Im hooked and I steep, what a mean affliction.
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
 44° 
JT
Today
I wore black
Because
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer
Alive

-jt
 42° 
Damien
if there is only 18 months left of green
i want to make sure it’s not bittersweet
hold your hand in the shade of the apple tree
and remember what it’s like to
fall in love
 42° 
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.
 41° 
elijah hightower
My control became a variable.
My stability became improbable.
Please come back
 41° 
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
 40° 
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.
 40° 
Faith
Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
 40° 
Aubrey Spurlock
Its like everything's on fire
I know thats dire
But I’m not kidding
Everything’s on fire
Okay maybe not literally
And maybe I'm being overdramatic
But I'm telling you
Everything’s on fire
In my mind the world is red
Everything burns and my skin is dead
There’s no real way to describe it
But as I said
Everything’s on fire
First poem!
 39° 
Lu
I like to believe, we meet people for a reason,
Wether God sent me to change your life, or
Or God sent you to change mine.
 36° 
Sid
There is a Monopoly for love in these times
.
..
...
In the name of love will you suffer or will you smile ?
 36° 
Aprolam
The hedgehog's dilemma. hedgehog's try and get closer to each other when it’s cold but they can’t get close enough because they end up hurting each other. I had no idea what it was called or that it even had a name for it. At least I know what I’m dealing with now. It explains a lot if I’m being honest.
 36° 
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.
we
aren't we all a little hesitant
to allow unexpected love
to enter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkyNISWE3Cc&t=2393s
 35° 
Paraluman
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.
 35° 
robin
I think part of me has excepted that I will be alone for awhile
And it's a heavy feeling
An isolating one, but I know somewhere deep down inside my damaged heart that I deserve happiness and I'm not finding it here
I don't feel love anymore
Just distance
Resistance like a rubber band
You pull it back far enough and it just hurts you in the end
.
Empty
 34° 
Chelsea Rae
If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.
 33° 
JT
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
And
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot
Win

-jt
my biggest fear.
 33° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
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