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 1155° 
everly
kai
i never take advantage
of being able to
peer into your welcoming eyes because
it reminds me that in the midst
of dark
there is always light
and i feel your heavy heart
but tender hand tighten in mine
dreams and reality
we blur the lines
in actuality
yet everyone confuses
love with lust
but it's clear to see
the way you stimulate my mind
effortlessly
you were meant for
me
and there's no place we'd rather be
 558° 
Jason Adriel
it is difficult
to take a deep breath
inside a crowded room

to keep going
fully realising
you may never be enough

for yourself
for her
for anyone

to know you may never be enough
never...
anxiety
 399° 
Mae
we fall
we break
we bleed
we hurt
we heal
we learn
we grow
 377° 
James Heinrich
Perhaps someday, somewhere, around this earth or across the galaxies I'll find another you—
That loves me as much as I love you.
 347° 
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
 315° 
whoever
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
 256° 
Najla
Why shall I stay alive if death is my fate?
 240° 
Steve Page
Lord, save me from empty lent abstinence
Protect me from light hearted choco-resistance
And stir in me a longer lasting adherence
A dig down deeper resonance
That falls in step with your insistence
to follow a path of greater resilience.

Lord, save me from a temporary temperance
And lend me your eternal Spirit of endurance
That I might take this lent as a growth accellerant
And so hold my head a little higher
in your post-Easter presence.
Getting into Lent
 140° 
Alexandria Hope
It's pretty easy... actually,
To hate you, I mean.
It's hard to say how much I loved you
And what hurts
But to hate you, is so easy,
That I wish working off of hate and 'easy' ever worked.

(but if easy ever worked, we would have stayed together, because it was easy to give up, and hard work to keep us for 7 months)
 137° 
Mikey Kania
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuuZMg6NVeA
Sorry guys, that's not a poem. Had to publish it :-) So much love in it, HEAVEN YEAH!

Today is a good day.

Youtube: Hezekiah Walker New Video "Every Praise"
 129° 
Blue
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
 102° 
Acme
I've been put upon all along
    for this broken heart song
    so keep your tears for later
    when you read my final letter.
    I still love you but I surrender
    to our fractured pretend splendor.
    I tried to live in ticks of time
    that bled like a watercolor crime.
 101° 
Ava
I wish I can feel loved
Cause sometimes I can't feel loved
 88° 
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
 85° 
putiira
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
 84° 
Zywa
A wink: I look back,

he promises something, but –


what do I believe?
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
 71° 
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
 71° 
Issy
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
 65° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 64° 
Christina
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Sad the very day
when the manipulator
is manipulated by his own
manipulations.

Sword in the neck of
its wielder, blood running
tragedy on the cliff  of doom!
 54° 
Harshitha Girish
Love and Death
are actually a couple.
Both steal hearts,
Both take away breaths,
yet
Love breathes new life.
Death gives a portal to an afterlife.
 53° 
Mito
you deserve better,
always.
love yguys
 52° 
AMU
When you find
Your other half
Always remember
The day that
Changed your life forever
 51° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 49° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 49° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 46° 
Pj
With every nerve
Firing like a bolt of lightning
Light tremors sent crawling
Down to my fingers, I'm shaking

Feeling every touch
Time slowing
In this moment
It is just us and nothing else

Heads turning slowly
I feel you stroking my hand
Feeling you sigh heavy breaths on my cheek
Your heart racing just like mine

Down to my fingers, I'm shaking
I feel your lips meet mine
My body floods with adrenaline
Why is this the best thing I've ever felt
 43° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 41° 
Michael Stefan
Speak my name
And I shall materialize
Casting dark shadows
To blind your eyes
And bind you
To misfortuned destiny
Speak my name
And prepare to see
That bad luck has a dearly cost
But comes to you for free
 40° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 40° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 39° 
Day
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
 39° 
Hank Love
Why do people love
            what they fear the most?

Because it makes them realize
               they are still alive.
 38° 
TurttleQuack
OCD
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Hard

Everything was
Perfect
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
Perfection
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
 38° 
Ronan
Second place
Always seemed so nice
Second best
Never hurt so much
 36° 
Emily
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
 35° 
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
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