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 2400° 
debbie
Boring buffaloes  salute the salamander.

Baboons, buffoons, rule the work lizard.

Will the scale male parade its  green and gold in utter abandon?

With its teeth and slime and parking meters sublime--
make claim to its birthright in space and time?
 630° 
sergiodib
The love I long for
The love I lull
The love I live
The love I love
Is there alive

Shining

As Polar ice
If I just gaze
Into your eyes.
afterthepeak.eu
 407° 
Carlo C Gomez
The human mind
and the human heart
~
Curiosity
and the scent of a woman
~
Omaha Beach
and the poisoned sky
~
Technology
and the rhythm method
~
Morse Code
and one too many icebergs
~
Mighty dollar
and what is never laid to rest
~
The human mind
and the human heart
 387° 
helia
You are my sun
and I, your sunflower
I look only to you
I bloom for no one else

The ardent love
Planted in my heart
It blossoms fervently
Violently for you

You mean the world
And so much more to me
You’re my piece of heaven
Fate has sent you to me

You are the dream
I can hardly believe
Never thought possible
Coming true just for me
My sun, my love.
Oct 30, 2020
 275° 
Po
my chest is heavy
i watch it go in and out
my mind is frozen
yet racing at the same time
this is my normal
 224° 
Theodora Oniceanu
"The night she bathed into the light
Came with the blessings of your heart
And strong she was to your good sight,
So fragile in appearances yet so bright!

That light came slowly caressing the night,
Embracing her soul for the fairest fight,
So strong, still, too fragile for the part
Written on walls and danced to the right

Height. Looking up, stare into the blight
Of all sorrow ed-souls I saw how you fell apart
And it ached my soul, what solutions, right
To find? What Word for you... crave straight. "

Music to...

©Theodora Oniceanu
 220° 
Selina Lin
the pastel sun pulls
clouds into cotton candy
i think this is love

the roads get wider
these mixed signals and blurred lines
love looks for green lights

the skies burn orange
monarch butterflies fly free
this has to be love

                                 this is it— maybe—
                                 just the closest to lovers
                                 that we’ll ever be
inspired by halsey's song, drive
 207° 
Amanda Kay Burke
After everything I gave to you
All the time I let you waste
You slipped out of my clumsy hands
Leaving me with all this empty space
I wonder why I wasnt enough
Guess she somehow gives you more
Than the worthless contents of my heart
That now lie trampled on the floor
I hope she is everything
I wasn't able to be
Maybe if I had tried harder
You would still be here with me
 79° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
When your ex is with someone else
Don’t make up lies
Just be happy for them.
Come on, you with someone else
You cannot have both
It doesn’t work
That way at all.
 72° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 49° 
Nola Leech
He punched me last week
And told me that he was joking and that's between me and him
My friends saw and helped me break it off yesterday
Today is my eighteenth birthday
And I am nothing like my mother
In a moment of electrifying clarity
when you realise that you're a
split personality and so you sit down
with yourself for a cup of tea
and understand they'll be coming
to take 'we' away.
 43° 
sumi
I have this beautiful
simple
armless
blue colored plastic chair
and
I often rest my weary feet on it.
Almost forgot what ground felt like until today when I put the chair away.
But
seeing cracks on the walls,
which were never there before
I placed the chair back.
 39° 
Carlo C Gomez
Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense,
I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.
 37° 
Ben Palomino
I am envious
of your tears

My dear

For when your
heart holds pain

They grant you
a relief….



I am envious
of your tears

My dear

Because  like a
lovers hand

They run gently
down your cheek….
 34° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 33° 
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
.
P.s
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
 32° 
Isaac afunad
it's been plenty of years feeling like strangers  with the beautiful smile that you gave me the first day we met you gave me a chance to love how could l ever thank you.
 32° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 31° 
Zero
my brain is rotting,
into a maggot covered mess.
my limbs are dying,
crumbling onto the bathroom floor.
my veins are clotting,
running brown and thick.
my head is spinning,
filled with nothing but you.
im sick of this brainrot
 29° 
usagi
they said fall in love
he said fall for me
but no one ever told me it came with a fee
 29° 
gc
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 27° 
Daisy
I used to feel so easy to love but maybe
I’m just eager to please
because no one thinks
to love the girl
who looks best
down
on
her
knees.

They step on my knuckles and it’s a compliment
to stand and watch me bleed.
Wrap my hair around
their wrists and smile,
fill my mouth
with
their
cursed
seed.

They tell me not to cry, or think, or speak, but I
have been crushed between teeth
and swallowed quickly
more times than not.
Scared to rot,
they
live
off
greed.
 26° 
essie
inside me there is
a red piece
and a blue piece

the red protects me like
a wildfire
but it burns and destroys the beauty around me

the blue grounds me like
a puddle of water
but it’s heavy when it pulls me under

i am water
i am fire
and i am constantly drowning and scorching

from inside out
my blues and reds
are labeled by others as crazy
kinda ****** and basic but i had an intense therapy sesh today and i feel kinda upset about it
 24° 
Colm
Cold coffee settles me
And stirs the morning into dew
In a warm body
 23° 
ju
4th
noise curves
small, sleep stirs
neon stars

sifted laugh, broken sigh
bed to silent floor

duvet nest familiar
slick peace, sticky dream

hope & fear
bicker between blue-lines

chaste moon - crimson fleck  

town’s painted red
painted warning

it’s fine
it’s fine


cramp & pink
it’s time

wall for balance

tide -

coats fingers, plasters thighs

cramp & heat
cramp & fire

cramp & cramp
& cries
 23° 
Astronaut
I still love you...




I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do this to you, but...
- Astro
 23° 
Ileana Amara
i'm no angel;
sometimes i lick off love
in the edges of a knife.

i'm no angel;
when midnight strikes,
i've got demons awakened inside me.

i'm no angel;
i have vices and flaws and darkness,
a chaos only i, can romanticize.

i'm no angel;
because i realized the violence in love,
the predicament of my demons,
and the chaos in my soul, deeply carved.

IA
02.26.21.| a little too suffocated today in the confines of virtues.
 23° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 22° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 21° 
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
 21° 
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
 21° 
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.
 20° 
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.
 20° 
Paul Hobson
Cry
Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.
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