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 1199° 
ali
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
 340° 
Jeremiah Hockaday
one million times
Imma draw my mama's face
so I don't forget.
This is my first published poem! wow I'm such a professional
 276° 
Ariadne
It haunts me sometimes
The distraught look in your eyes
Knowing that you can't get through

It's much worse on the other end
Seeing you so upset
Knowing you won't open up

Not even to me

It haunts me sometimes
Seeing you so unresponsive
Like I'm dead to you

I hate the feeling so much
Being on the outside
Desperate to be let in

I'm sorry I ever did it to you
 250° 
Sekani
African woman holds ego in her skin
She is a golden stool standing in between civilization and the traditions of her fathers.
A blackness that is blessed but values pride.
She wants to be called a lady not a woman.


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 229° 
Racheal Rodriguez
If you don’t
Say what you
Really feeling.
By the time you
Figure it out.
It’s Your lost
Not mind
 194° 
Aerien
i have a little dream
of you in the moonlight
my fingertip tracing
poems upon your back
words limned in luminance
braiding foxgloves into your hair

it’s just an idea,
it’s all just ideals:
ideal you...moonlight, skin, words
a little dream of “could be”
prickled with starlight
tinged with a berry scent
a tangled glow

I stay drunk on dreams,
I stay inflamed on dreams,
my ear pressed to the walls of the worlds
listening to the whispers from the universe next door.

don’t force me sober.
reality tastes like concrete.
 172° 
amanda
amanda
amand
aman
ama
am
i
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
everyday?
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
 131° 
Anna
Last time I've seen you,
Was over the cheapest wine,
Through some thick smoke from a wanderer in the corner of the street
Or was it through that bottle of wine
Perhaps just inside my mind;
So early to be so drunk
 124° 
Kyle
I was crying so hard.
I felt the tension in my heart.
It was about to burst.
I knew that would be my curse.
 91° 
Elias
'don't tell my mom and i won't tell your dad'
'we're just two boys in love, what's so bad?
 91° 
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 but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Beware.
 88° 
Julianna
The memories I made with you no longer fit with me
But I can't decide whether to weigh them down
Or set them free

I made these memories on a stormy sea
But where doesn’t matter
Because you were with me

Now you're gone
But don't come back
I no longer sail on seas like that
 83° 
Rintato
The slippery floor,
Creating its own base.
The checkered ceiling,
Playing its own chess.
The vibrating phone,
Waiting for its respond.
The exiting steam,
Escaping from the cage cup.

Everything feels sublime,
It is as it is
But the lonely within,
Storming and twirling,
Knowing and unknowing,
Oblivious I am to it.
 77° 
Chloe
The cold dead air
pressed against my skin
trying to get in
but maybe this time
I won't let it win
 53° 
Hakikur Rahman
The river flows through the sea
Sometimes straight, sometimes bent
Does not know where to stop.

In the rainy season becomes inundated
This side, that side, both sides become flooded
Takes everything that it finds in front.

Flood floats village, villages
Goes down
How much of the way and area.

In summer it becomes thin
Some routes become inaccessible
The river is unique in the era of breaking and making
So on the pages of life
Remarks outstanding.
 46° 
Thy
VI
The way things make you feel
I feel them too
 46° 
Hislizard
Somedays i wish to be an open book
Somedays i wish to be a jammed lock
Somedays i wish to have company
Somedays i wish to have peace and solitude

Somedays i wish to be someone else
Somedays i wish to be with someone else
Somedays i wish to be thin air
Somedays i wish to be the spotlight

Somedays i wish to be harmless
Somedays i wish to be happy
 43° 
Heather
Him
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
 42° 
Anita
For now-
Go to sleep
And wake up a better person.
 33° 
Brett
If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
 31° 
Shy
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
 30° 
Chris Thomas
It's become clear that I've been charred by the lighting
And left deafened by the thunder
And somewhere along this trail of clouds
I've failed you
But the more I breathe, the more I believe
That the storm we weather
Will always make us savor the blue
He says to me,
"I want you",
and therefore i said to him
"But you don't need me, do you?"
He replies back,
"i need you yes"
Quote on his love for me.
 29° 
Sophia
a raincloud sits above my head
from time to time
i find it hard to brave these dismal skies.

but then you come along,
as you do.

with a light behind your eyes
a fire in your soul
and you build me up
so much so,
i no longer feel small.

my greatest friend,
that is why
when the going gets tough
and the world caves in
you come along,
as you do
and then i remember
what it means to feel loved.
 29° 
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
 29° 
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
 29° 
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

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 29° 
Words' Worth
Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head
 28° 
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
 27° 
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
 26° 
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
 25° 
Hammad
And then you came
After I have counted
All the stars...
 25° 
Anne M
hearts and rattan chairs
from even the gentle homes
fray at old crossroads
 24° 
Lexie
Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm
Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.
In the End, It will all fit together.
 23° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 23° 
Sarah Flynn
someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”




did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?
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