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 6215° 
chris
I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces
why’d you have to do that to us?

to me?
 1381° 
Lemon
i sat on the floor,
and she walked on beside,
she looked at my face,
and she even said hi..
but i wouldnt know,
because i was feeling so low..
and so self absorbed,
i couldnt listen to your
words.
Humanity sometimes evolves
much like time
non-linearly

Me:
Chimp
Baby Girl
Ghost
Baby Boy
Rat
Human
Mushroom
Butterfly
Tree
Ghost
Banana
Bunny
Egg
Snak­e
Monkey              Elephant
*itch                       MOM
Banana                  Peanuts
Ryan                        E­vie
U?
Love Unlocks
And I
Evolve
 467° 
Matt Shaw
Somewhere in there,
Maybe I could go back and rescue my mind from this sizzling bath of TV static.
But you know what they say about thinking like that.
It's just that nothing seems to make much sense anymore,
And I find it hard to convince myself to make a move.
I'm scared, I trust myself only a little more than I trust the world.

I'm not moving, just thinking about all this and then you come home.
You talk to me in the cute voice you used with your cat when you were in Oregon.
It wakes me up.
I was unsure about all this at first,
And not really even aware of it,
But you've grown on me.
You've grown roots into my heart. I know what they want... and I couldn't bring myself to rip them out and walk away.

Because I looked down and saw that I'd grown roots into you as well.
 330° 
putiira
Sometimes all we can do is love from afar and sometimes that is enough.
She can **** me with one Stanza
or make me live forever,
my poetess is beautiful
and
very, very clever
 261° 
beth stclair
our love was the look you gave me -
full of longing -

controlling me with your voice
and your legs,

until i collapsed, wild and hungry,
desolate and content,

every heartbeat seeking love,
every dream imagined.
 250° 
David Mikosz
Jupiter looms above us.
Each swirling maelstrom continent-sized.
The colors extend far beyond the visible
The AI VR brings the beauty of infrared
and the serenity of ultraviolet to light.

The sleet of particles rain down
repelled by our field's flux.
Safe and snug inside our craft
the odd green glow embraces
our own private Aurora.

The AI shares our joy in chaos
the poetry that is the planet
inscribed in our largest gravity well.
Its data feed enthralls its brethren
As we share data with our faces.

Ah but I was born too early
to see this but early enough
to imagine.
 241° 
Cy9
... evil men with guns
[& rage they shoot misplaced]
Break a record--
--lace and leather
Quick to make her move
Take your time
She will not wait
Next is just
and next is just a swipe away
Dawn tomorrow, gone today
 210° 
carvermon
Bolt of sudden loss
Numb glimmers of disbelief
Past glow offers calm
 208° 
chloe
it will get better they said.
yet it’s got somewhat worse,
as I'm forgetting everything I used to remember.
so vividly I’d recreate our calls, arguments; our happiness.
until the day I forgot.
I’m blaming myself but I know you right?
you’d be happy I’m moving on right?
but I’ve forgot.
 196° 
laurynas-dyma
pabėgti nuo tų
kuriuos myliu
dabar, pas tuos
kuriuos myliu
ir mylėsiu
visada.
 177° 
Suresh Das
She says its not love!
She say it wont work!
She is stubborn as ****!
She says don’t wait!
Move on it’s not too late!
...
But i just love her from the depth of my heart!
No matter what happens I want to make this last!
She is my present and she is my past!
I want her to be my future!
I want her to my last!
...
I know she loves me too!
When we see the deep sky blue!
When to moon is shining on the sky, the beauty I see in the moon is splendid but she is more beautiful and I won’t lie!
...
The touch of her hands makes me alive!
Her smile is the wonderful heaven and she is within me, deep inside!
...
With every breathe i now feel she is mine!
Am i gone crazy?
I don’t know what to do this time!
I need help! Can anyone tell?
 173° 
Casey
If I could be He,
I'd grin ear to ear.
I'd laugh with a new voice,
and sing with boisterous cheer.

If I could be He,
I'd dance the night away.
I'd twirl around a girl,
and ask her if she'd stay.

If I could be He,
I'd no longer have to bind.
I'd lay shirtless on the beach,
and leave bottled messages to find.

If I could be He,
which I might never be,
I'd be eternally happy.
And I'd finally be me.
This is a more simplistic way of writing that I don't really do that much but it's fun. I'm afraid that I'll be stuck as "she" my whole life and honestly, that's a terrifying thought. But I know that one day I'll finally be myself. One day. I'm holding out for that.
 157° 
David Irvin
One hundred Angels dancing
on the ceiling
singing songs of love,
humming tunes of beauty
bringing joy unto my heart

Love a power a wonder to be
I wish an Angel would sing to me,
to hear her voice so sweet a sound
that joy it is to be

I have been lost up until now
But now my heart can see,
that voice so true opened my eyes
for that’s love of God I see

Many days and ways I struggled
Thinking only of your beauty,
but now I found a way to be
for that way is love you see

Days of light and joy I feel
Forever God’s with me
Looking at the words of Amazing Grace, these words came to me
 127° 
Danielle Suzanne
Hopeful bees take flight
A light breeze moves the target
Summer days begin
 118° 
Yasmin
your eyes are pulling me closer
while my head understands
you're not good for me

loving you shouldn't scare me
but it does anyway
especially since I know
I can't push you away
 111° 
Suresh Gupta
BLISS

05/24/2019



in death lies the seed of birth,

so as we are cradled in one form,

so shall we be cradled in another.





no reason for dismay,

no cause for anguish
 93° 
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
 75° 
laura
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
2/9
I forgot
what you look like
in that party.
But I'll never forget
the pain
of realizing the extent
of my incompetence
on having a picture
with you.
In Filipino, "torpe"
♋︎

loneliness is real
don't doubt it for a moment
it can make you motionless
you can't get out of your own head
everything is frozen in time
time is your enemy
an emptiness you can't fill

But, it can be filled
family
friends
strangers
prayer
meditation

Wipe your eyes
tomorrow you'll
see the world differently

♋︎
This is just for those who are seemingly lost in their loneliness.  May you find your way out of it. God Bless
Find hope through God
 71° 
Jennifer
And when I met you
       I had no idea
That all the seemingly small moments
Would collect like raindrops in a storm

        I didn’t event stand a chance

Swept away

         But ,oh, the ride was beautiful
 69° 
Steve Sufian
From the Source
The Course is Clear,
Every choice is near,
There is no load to bear:

All is Easy.
 68° 
Brandy
Yellow petals swept
In buttered popcorn piles
with resentful brooms
 65° 
Xyns
Remember when you wanted me in your bed?
Now you rush off for your morning coffee instead..

Remember when a hug and kiss was never enough?
Now our room is inactive and our hearts feel scuffed..

..I miss you..

Do you miss me?
 60° 
StoryTallinn
Customer support sitting at a desk
Problem solver to the core
Lord of the FAQs
Dealing with other people's issue until the payday

About life and love
I frequently ask the questions
No clear procedure I can follow
Trial by error day after day
 60° 
little flower
like a flower
I'm growing
fighting
my way trough the dark

and one day,
I'll reach the sun.
 59° 
Prerna Singh
Sun
After I looked at the sun
I could see nothing else
How many interpretations?
 57° 
Crystal
.
How can a pretty face be so dammed?

Once so full of life, now empty.
 56° 
sofie
today I told myself that I love you
today I realized that I am insane
 55° 
CharlesC
trying to explain:
all is vibration
yet appears as a
myriad of things..
those many things
seem unquestioned as
the reality we face
today..

the myriad
has in common
simply a vibration..
as this oneness flares
in our minds
wounds seem healed
with the insight:
leaves and flowers
do not vibrate..
we do..!

case closed..?
perhaps not yet..
there is a fire
at the core of
what is above said..
a fire inviting
our surrender and
burning of another
bridge to no-where...
 55° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
 54° 
Peter Balkus
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 53° 
ohellobeautiful
oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw
 51° 
shatteredpoet
i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together
 50° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 49° 
Chandler Ames
ironies tethered to existence
all is dissonance
cognitively
when gripped tight
grown men cry
over loss of life
that could ne’er be kept from the start
nor ever belonged to them
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