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 1544° 
The X Rhymes
the organs had to mutiny
as brain had gone awry
‘it’s actions don’t bear scrutiny’
the eyes were first to cry
 
‘well, something doesn’t smell right’
reports ran from the nose
and though the lips remained shut tight
they’d plenty to disclose
 
like how brain’s lack of thinking straight
had wrecked the status quo
too weak, they felt, to bear the weight
high office did bestow
 
‘it don’t inspire confidence’
the spine said, round his back
‘and acting past it’s competence’
the heart joined the attack
 
promoted past ability
their feeling, by and large
and causing instability
who’d left the brain in charge?
 
‘forgetful,’ hands said, ’like a sieve
it’s time we seized control
and who has brain been sleeping with
to land the leading role?’
 
‘so much for meritocracy’
the throat began to shout
‘****-kissing and hypocrisy
that’s how they dole jobs out’
 
the kidneys cried ‘who is that *****?
he’s offal at his job!’
‘hey that’s offensive!’ said his ****
‘to every **** and ****’
 
these rumblings in the canteen
left appetites un-whet
‘it’s time for action’ called the spleen
his stomach got upset
 
‘I know it sounds hard to digest
when you’re all so annoyed
but my gut feeling’s brain’s depressed
or maybe paranoid’
 
with state of play in disarray
morale sailed south from low
the matters grey brought such dismay
‘the brain’, they said, ‘must go’
 
and so they called a meeting
and forced brain to attend
the feet said ‘no retreating -
elbows and knees, don’t bend’
 
the fingers typed the minutes
the backside took the chair
saying ‘brain, we’ve reached our limit
you’re broke beyond repair
 
once a steady moral compass
now your needle’s in a spin
and your body parts will rumpus
if your reasoning grows thin
 
and your constant heavy drinking
leaves your sanity suspect
and if beer does all the thinking
we’ll be forced to de-select’
 
they thought him sick
a lunatic
that what they said, he’d do
but they’d been tricked
failed to predict
their worst fears could come true
 
presumed a thorough rinsing
would leave brain hung and dried
he’d need no more convincing
but then the brain replied…
 
‘you think you can
control this man
with coup d’etat flim-flam?
you’ll need more than
a foolish plan
I THINK THEREFORE I AM!
 
if those down there
could wear my hair
my tenure would be stopped
but jaw’s too square
the lungs? hot air
the ***** have long been dropped
 
the fists? no clout
the mouth? all pout
so state your nominee
to push me out
but have no doubt
this ship goes down with me
 
and those who boast
that they may coast
by transplant, have no hope
since there’s no posts
if overdosed
or found hung from a rope’
 
and so thoughts of brain’s banishment
were quick to lose their worth
they’d be under new management
and six feet of damp earth
 
and as his threat rang loud and clear
the fists could barely thump
the ears pretended not to hear
the ****** did a trump
 
the lungs felt so deflated
but wheezed back into work
his bones felt dislocated
his wrists felt like a ****
 
but brain’s brand of diplomacy
had quelled their malcontent
and while not how things ought to be
I hear that’s how they went.
Spoiler alert.
It’s another long one.
And there’s some fruity language in there somewhere.
Short stories in rhyme.
 690° 
maureen
it's easy to tell the difference
between wrong and right
it's easy to tell how much it contrasts;
deciphering black from white.

yet often does the shade
make everything look gray,
shadows cast may trick your eyes,
even the strongest tinge can fade.

they're a long mile apart -
a fire and a golden cup;
the fire is bound to grow
and could be put out with a puff;

yet if you let yourself be fooled
nevermind the salient rut;
it is in a ditch of eternal regret
in which you are bound to end up.
 330° 
kevin hamilton
love, you sensed the rain
before it fell
like another easy beast
into the arms of sleep
and i half-believed
that bleeding was a virtue
at the lake of mirrors

i tried, i tried
to forget the murky colours
of your hyperion moon
dancing freely on the water
as if i had a reason
to sleep and lie
in light of all these folded blades
still pacing in the drain
 277° 
Vanessa Gatley
I sent him a black heart
For a guy but like I had live not sure for who can turn it red and pump life
Instead of black rotten confused love
 230° 
Nicole P
In quiet times.

I have you in mind

When dizzily drunk

with skylines, colorless

and marble grey.

For lips parched,

Sing frenzied poems

With flirtatious zest,

And keep the hopeful

Company.

In quiet times when

Twilight kisses sun,

When envy quarrels

With a lackluster finality

My voice whimpers

then subdues to a soothe

For there is so much love

In the trenches of absurdity.
Absurd
 150° 
Mystery
To the point of destruction
longing for sweet love
falling for seduction.

Yearning for affection
giving away all
drowning perfection.

He only craving lust
pathetic is she
not admitting disgust.

No longer innocence
the secret love affair dead
leaving her with wickedness
and words left unsaid.
 148° 
Brooke Davis
I was searching for love
He was searching for looks
common ground is a common
ground of a mindgame
common is a common knowledge,
knowledge of mindgame
common is a common knowledge,
ground knowledge
mindgame is mindgame of

a ground knowledge
a ground game is a mindgame ground game
a ground game is a common ground game
a ground game is knowledge’s ground game
ground knowledge is ground game of ground knowledge
ground knowledge is ground game of mindgame
mindgame is knowledge's ground game

mindgame is knowledge's ground knowledge
devastation is a ground game devastation
devastation is a knowledge ground game knowledge
devastation is a knowledge mindgame knowledge
devastation is devastation of a ground game
devastation is devastation of a common ground devastation
mindgame is a devastation of a common ground
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about time taking the ground game of time to a ground game. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
 103° 
Will
Oh to dream my desires and lose myself in these fires

To contrast my body with the selfless misery

Of so many souls trapped in a vortex of my imagery

I love the soothing, sensuality of it all

Makes me want to embrace myself to the core

Please don’t awaken me to this illusion

Allow me once more to fulfil my delusion

Too many times I have abandoned this need

To submerge myself under this creed

Entangled, enhanced   enriched embraced

Inside this cauldron of my maker’s face

A mask for pure lust on a week long trail

Give me your flesh and let me sail

Into the sunset of oblivion….
 98° 
Khadro Jama
Living life
Not realizing I'm just
A part of something
A part of dreams
While living as one
Its like trying to solve a mystery
Being a part of a puzzle
Brings you close into the game
You live in.
 97° 
beth stclair
love poem
"where love is a wave that splashes on the sand"

when a heart
loves
the stars surrender
to the heavens,
the moon catches her breath
and the avenues
of silence become
voice. i follow the
path to my love,
i die for him,
i live for him,
like a spartan
in the heat of battle,
like a flower in the
mist.
 92° 
Adrasteia
I found magic
In the moon
When it’s light
Illuminated you
Minsan pang kita'y inalo
sa dusa mo't kalbaryo
"tumakas kaya tayo..
dito.. dito..  sa magulong mundo" Sabi mo.
(at tumakas ka nga.. patungong karimlan)

Hinahayaan ang mga paa'y humakbang..
na sundan yaong mga iniwang bakas
nitong mga aninong nagpumiglas
At nilamon na tayo ng kawalan.
(at hindi.. hindi ito ang alapaap)


Ngunit gigising parin tayo..sa reyalidad..
sa buhay.. at sa tunay na anyo ng mundo
"Hindi ba dapat ikaw mismo ang magbago nito,
na sa halip ay ikaw ang binago ng mundo?"
 79° 
Katherine Storm
He stretched out his hand
& Caught Me.
That's how I fell into the abyss.
Love is a double-edged sword. Wield it well.
 72° 
wild child
you saved me
and for that i love you

now
later
tomorrow
until the end of this life

and every life time after this

i will find a way to you
i owe it to you
 72° 
ZoeM
Do you think that you could stay this time?

Stay with me while I throw all my toys out of our cot,

Stay with me when all I'm seeing is red,

Stay with me when my emotions are drowning me in an ocean of sadness,

Stay with me even when walking away is easier than holding my hand,

Please
Just
Stay?
 72° 
Ruda Lovey
I need you to listen to me. I need you to become
the person you once were. Please go back to a
truthful, healthy, loving, and kind person
again
This is a golden shovel poem using the quote "Become a person again" from Dorothea Lansky's "Become a Person"
 71° 
Jasmin Jackson
This boy and I knew each others turn ons and turn offs but he couldn't even spell my name right
 63° 
Joshua Marshall
You've heard of A Day To
Remember, right?
Well, guess what?
We're A Day To Forget,
and we're coming for you,
world. See you at the warped
tour.
 63° 
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.
 61° 
Emma Price
I want your smile
shining down onto my face
I want your eyes
searching deep into mine
I want your arm
wrapping around my waist
I want your hand
twisting through my hair
I want your mouth
gently locking on mine...
instead of sprouting my name
~much love
 61° 
John Dewberry
Let’s talk about faults
For a moment or two
Cause we’ve all got a few
Yes it’s true

It’s about hiding
Putting up a front
As if we’re infallible
But we’re

Flammable
Ticking time bombs
Don’t strike a nerve
Sensitive
We ain’t much for
Literacy
Cause we’re Hard to read
 60° 
hannah
Can I please
Be something more
Than empty
Just a bit.
 53° 
zz
You reached for the stars
and put them in my eyes

I keep them locked
behind my eyelids


fearful

that you´ll change
your mind
 53° 
Alex B
If I die prematurely
Don’t make me go through a breakup too
 52° 
MKF
It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.
 51° 
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.
 49° 
Kanishka
I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?
But alas I'm a poet. I must write.
I’d like to believe that my inspiration does not just come from love or heartbreak...
Yet the only time I find myself writing
is when I’m in one of these moods.
I still pine
       for what I’ve lost
               the promise and
                               fulfillment.

I still search my memory
                for hidden fragments
                                 of that treasure.

     Time has covered
                some of them in
                            shadows of nostalgia.

     But the flaming pain
                        still brightly burns and
                                      tears will not extinguish it.
                        ljm
Sometimes I feel like a broken record.  Healing much too slowly.
 44° 
larni
if i lose you,
i'll lose myself too.
not to be dramatic or anything...
 42° 
Evan
ich liebe dich.

!
!
!
sprichst du deutsch?

nein?

OK...
Translation

I love you.

!
!
!
Do you speak in German?

No?

OK...
 39° 
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.
 39° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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 39° 
Contoured
Roses may be red,
But I'm always blue.
Someone could show me paradise,
And I'll see a grotesque view.

Roses may be red,
But sometimes I'm blue.
I'm aware of the sunlight,
And I'm slightly warmer too.

Roses may be red,
But I'm feeling less blue.
I've met you, extraordinaire,
A palette of colors, anew.

Roses may be red,
But I'm no longer blue.
You brought paradise to me,
Because paradise is you.
 39° 
Amanda Sheehan
Frolicking foxes
Leap from your lips
Rip
Past the white and ruby
Toward the denouement of
Empty disputes
I watch from behind
Chain link fence slicing my fingers
The weight of my silence takes
Shape in your eyes
Heralds a rush
Of crimson blazes
 38° 
Anya
Hush now
It’s all right
You will forget
The taste of my blood

It was funny when
you took a bite
I knew you will choke
on my poisoned heart

My vein is still pulsing
I can feel your teeth
piercing through my skin

Look, now our blood is mixed
A creation of a new disease

Hush now, don’t cry
You will forget the pain
in time

Just close your eyes
and count to five

Now, you are mine
 36° 
Poetic Eagle
10w
some people break your heart just to see you bleed
 36° 
leyana
Ten letters,
Won't make your life better,

Ten letters
Will make you batter

Depression
Loss of all sensation
 34° 
Hannah Lanayru
Don't listen to that voice
The one within your mind
That tells you everything is going to be okay

Because it's not

You know it's not

You struggle every day and every night
Always tired of this fight
It draws you in and lures you too far
Then you're trapped and there's no going back
So why bother?

Why bother?
Why care?
It's not like anyone is there
To hear you cry out for help
Or to see you reach out desperately

So you sit there and you cry

Until the one you truly love comes along
To pull you back from the depths of the hell within your head
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