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 404° 
Venga
I was stuck in the bubble
I kept screaming at the people around me

but

they couldn’t hear or even see me
I was like the wind
invisible and quiet

but

I caused a tornado
 146° 
gracie
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
 134° 
Nadia
Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Locally,
Nationally,
Internationally,
Globally,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
insidiuously,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk
 134° 
Jay M
I am not coal to be pressured
And form into a diamond
I am human,
Under enough crushing pressure
For ever so long
Never to let up
I will break
For I am flesh and bone
Not of rot and stone

If I am to break
My dear little bones
The pieces must be put back together
Held in tender care behind walls
Before they can heal again
To become stronger than before

So, mind the walls
For I am healing
They will come down when I am ready
When my bones have mended
Strengthened anew.

- Jay M
April 20th, 2021
Please don't break my walls yet- I'll take them down when I'm ready.
 129° 
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)
 120° 
Diesel
This plain beacon is what you see
But in my eyes it is my soul
This beacon does not light like fires,
Instead a colour in shades unknown:
It does not light, like a bulb;
Nor turn on or off like a switch,
But instead when I see this beacon,
This beacon shines inside my head.
 111° 
NightPoet
A place of peace,
of birdsong and freedom
A bubbling brook, soft with moss
the stream runs a steady pace
bringing me quiet
 95° 
Words' Worth
Why won't you answer my calls?
Does the phone ring off the wall
Are you thinking of him
Why do you rock my world...

I know love's a word away
You just need to say you love me
In a letter posted to the heavens
You shake my earth...

Do you think of me with each season
They'll keep changing
And we won't meet
But, I know we will have changed.

So, move on.
A poem on being single and alone.
 91° 
Phyl
Treasure the one who treasures you and loving you silently.
Random thoughts.
 71° 
Emery
...
just because i don't fit neatly in your arms anymore
does not mean i don't need love
you bring up pictures from the past
tell me how you miss the old me

i'm sorry i'm not good enough
for you now
you'll mutter under your breath
and guilt me for not spending more time
with you

but i've tried
and i will not wait for you
to have the time for me
i am not disposable

i only loved you back then
because i didn't know anything better
don't waste your time on me
the time and money
you apparently don't have

i'll leave and never come back
i won't shed a tear for you
so don't pretend to miss me
 70° 
nd
:
name:
age:
date of birth:
zodiac:
phone number:
emergency call:


nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
 61° 
LC
a statue quietly lurks
in the corner of my mind,
waiting until all is calm.
when the dark shroud
falls over the blue sky,
the statue comes to life
as a vicious, fang-bearing,
red-eyed, gnarly demon.
the demon pulls a dream apart
with its long, pointy claws,
injecting the shreds with poison
until they tangle up in each other
to become a tight, infectious knot
that can only be untangled...by waking up.
#escapril day 18!
 58° 
João Rodrigues
people's greatest fear
is
dying
before the tomorrow
they're preparing now
becomes their now

their tomorrow's
will always be preceded
by another tomorrow,
and their now
will never be now

they gather
all sorts of things:
knowledge,
wealth,
reputation,
confidence;
all so they can
tomorrow,
be able
to accept
or change
'what is'

'what is'
is always,
eternally
now-
the thing
which neither comes
into being
nor perishes,
without beginning,
or end,
reborn
moment
to
moment
 55° 
Melanie Jackson
I see you,
When you cry
Or when you feel lost
Each time you get turned around
Each time you can't see
The light at the end
Of this dark tunnel

I see you,
When your smiling
When I remind you
your not gonna lose me
When you finally listen
And find your light

Just know I'm here
I always will be
And I see you
 50° 
Khoi
Difference unique
me myself and I chose you
love is pair shaped duh!!!
 48° 
Eleventheshyone
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
 48° 
joe machetto
an old woman
sweeping leaves
from her porch

winter's relentless
wind returning them
in nettled dusk
 46° 
beingcoolisaflex
Her
Saw her bike into the distant,
Saw her bike into the night,

All while i'm just standing here,
Watching her
As she drives by
 45° 
ARAYNA
When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second
 43° 
Poolza
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 39° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 39° 
helloitsyellow
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 37° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
are afraid to be alone.
i just don't want to be alone
 35° 
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 32° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 32° 
Ruchira
Even the fallen leaves have something to protect ....
 31° 
taylor styles
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
 30° 
Ana
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
 30° 
Flor
I love you then
I love you now
And I will continue to do so forever
Always My Darling
 29° 
Shamai
Poetry is
A way to find meaning
A way
To look into the soul
And find
Our true essence
When we look into our soul
We find the
Light of  
God
And
The formula
To find
Our way
Back Home
Poetry
Is just one way
Of expressing
Truth
 27° 
nvinn fonia
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 25° 
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
 25° 
eden
speak to me
cruel, degrading words
i won't feel a thing

i can't feel a thing

i've gotten so used
to being used
i am desensitized
to your mindless
abuse
I need to let you go now. It hurts but it's okay. I'll be okay
 24° 
nini
I see you

I know you can be
alright without me

I think I need you,
but I hate you

It hurts to sit here
with nothing I can do
and you've ruined me
but I'm just stuck

In my mind
and I don't want to move

I don't want to live
if I have to think about it
everything I didn't deserve from you

The only reason you could effect me this way is because I love you

everything i didn't deserve
everything i didn't deserve


I don't want to live
if I have to think about it
and watch you live

I don't want to live if I have to think about it
..and watch you live on

Like I'm not here

suffering.
sorry will never be enough
 24° 
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
don´t make her love you
if you are going to come and go,´

don´t tell her you´ll protect her
just to end up letting her burn,

don´t make her trust you
if you arent planning on answering her calls,

don´t pretend you understand her
just to get under her skin,

don´t make her show you her demons
if you aren´t brave enough to fight them,

don´t make her fell she is essential
if you are going to walk away,

don´t call to say goodnight everyday
if you want her to sleep when you forget,

don´t make her give you everything just to leave her empty-handed,

don´t make her believe you care
if you plan on dissapointing her,

Don´t make her yours
if you aren´t going to be hers´

Dont make her your bestfriend
if you don´t plan loving her ´till the end
Poem dedicated to the friends I lost along the way and to my fear of abbandonment.
 24° 
a m a n d a
call it what you will
i know i can create life
with just this thought
alone
 23° 
ultraviolet
Hurting myself so I can spare the mf who upsets me.
 23° 
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
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