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 806° 
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
 321° 
Amanda
Crushing gravity;
Knowing that I crave human
intimate moments.
 250° 
Masha Yurkevich
In the morning,
I was determined to move
the mountains.


By the afternoon...

...

I decided to let them stay where they are.
I guess I kinda gave up.
:)
 250° 
Charlotte Cullen
I've been lost in the woods for quite some time now,
7 years, give or take.
I am all turned around:
I keep circling back, retracing my steps,
Finding and forgetting new landmarks.
I cannot seem to find the path.
I've changed maps,
At least three times,
But this one is still wrong.
What's this? An empty white paper.
Oh, I see,
This is the perfect map.
 250° 
Tina
Dont cry,
Your fine,
When you cry,
You lie to yourself,
You can't breath,
Just calm down,
Don't cry,
You only hurt,
Yourself,
Don't cry,
You will only,
Show weakness,
You are powerful,
Don't cry,
You have no reason,
Your on your own,
You will only,
Let him win,
You can't fight,
Your on your own,
Don't cry,
Your only lieing,
To yourself.
 240° 
nick armbrister
Ship sails normally/million ton bulk carrier/aliens steal ship
 230° 
Mal
?
why can't i
go to a place
where im okay?
:(
 227° 
Elliot
You'll never be able to appreciate the good, amazing, truly wonderful things in life without experiencing the utter despair and tragedy the world can throw at you.
Always remember that no matter how hopeless things seem there's always something good waiting for you once you make it through.
 221° 
Dr Peter Lim
Lotus in clear pond
white swans glide by one by one
under summer sun
 199° 
Ylzm
Robed in angelic white, she rose.
Silent and serene, strange to sight;
Unknown, yet familiar; for my heart burned.
We have loved deeply, we know each other.
Spirit affirmed: deep called unto deep, peace.

Up above, into the light, she rose.
A most brilliant white light,
Sum of light from every heaven's stars;
Each a soul, at rest, awaiting the rest.
Into the light she rose, white diffusing into light.

Today, I learned, the light is Paradise.
 185° 
Erian
Truth is..
I miss who we used to be
From the way we used to talk
To the way you challenged me

Truth is..
I still miss you
I try to tell myself I'm over you
But we know that's not true...
 182° 
Karo Skibinska
So I'll go on
I'll walk until my legs will carry me
I'll speak the truth until my voice is gone
I'll share love until there's a heartbeat
live
and experience it all
journey will end
and I am not sure exactly how
or when
but I don't need to know
I'm enough
I'm already
and all is well
 168° 
Lash
made a mess of self-expression,
turned softness to aggression.
missed all the healing sessions,
now nothing's left to question..
-
pretty bird,
can you fly again?
pretty bird,
you are one with the wind.
you hit the window,
once or twice.
seeking distance,
higher heights.
you're so pretty when you cry,
you're so pretty when you fly.
pretty bird ♡
 150° 
John Edwards
I’m snowflake……. It would take eternally to write a love song but not to forge harmony and soppiness I would whisper songs to you but would you hear it they say we are like flowers moving in the wind not know what direction to take but just waiting for someone to take my hand I would whisper song but are ready to listen to it but just wander lightly within the spoke of flower don’t let go I need your inclusion and diversity waited!!!!!!! the greatest love song lies all around us in that first kiss or that exchange intimate secret I’m flow with this love song are you listen because I could write you a love song but I’m not allowed to sing because
 150° 
Pepper Papaya
~

soft as the feathers she lost 
                  when her wings were stolen
she lay there, broken                    
                by the man who gave her the wind

~
 128° 
Dennis Willis
I am exhausted
with your
silences

The chattering muons
rain upon my
magnetosphere

this crushing
undetectable
force

of everything
failing
to fill




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
 108° 
Yacov Mitchenko
You can knock and walk through the door.
My laptop will be playing soothing music.
You can play the angel on the floor
as children play angels on the snow.
You are free to come and free to go.
You have nothing to prove to me.
You needn’t surge with eloquence or art.
Do you have demons? Maybe so.
But they’re an intrusion, not a part
of you. When you see my window’s glow,
when winter and twilight are too much,
let the smell of cooking be the delicate touch
that invites you inside,
and nothing need be explained, justified.
You’ll receive no judgement from me.
I’m not enamored of your education,
your degrees, your personal history.
A few words may suffice; silence may contain
more insight than a nightly summer sky.
Is God an illusion? Is God a lie?
No matter. We must be the proof, you and I.
This poem is included in my book "I Have Been Moved", which is available on Amazon for as little as 14 dollars (paperback).
 107° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
 106° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 85° 
sheila sharpe
Misty as a waking dream
The silent harebell rings a memory
Of cold mornings along a country lane
Bordered by scabious,
Lady’s-Smock
The yellow-red spread of
bacon and egg
Amid green clover
Where the pokers of
cuckoo pint
Rear their green heads
Whilst, here and there
The yellow purple hearts-ease
Sings its own small hymn
of spring
Amid the whispering grass
And one small defiant bluebell
Lingers past its allotted time
 77° 
silentwoods
Winter springs
into summer,
Quick
as the setting sun.
Summer falls
into winter
Slowly,
and then all at once.
 71° 
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
 71° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 61° 
Nathansha Dilip
Isn't it always true
That the one you love
Is far less concerned
Than the one who loves you
 61° 
Sanjana
Shouldn’t I have four of them?
Instead, I am stuck with two that barely fit my thumbs
I think my hands are going numb

Welp
300 full shelves
None of them actually help

Small pockets
Cause I’ve got a socket
Playing with a locket, that can’t put it in my pocket

Where do I put my pad I'm being serious
This is completely ridiculous period.
I feel everyone looking at me, I'm point-blank furious
All the guys are curious

What the ****?
Style over utility - very well
All the girls know, but no one ever tells

My buddy has 4 inches and plug
Got some that can fit 4 bags of drugs-s-s?
With his Nike airs, and his no good hair
His Levis don’t fit that snug
#relatable
This is ridiculous, we are in the 21 century and we still can't figure out women's wear. WE NEED POCKET SPACE TOO! I mean we're the ones who actually have to care around our "supplies" period
 59° 
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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 57° 
The Untold
Poetry is
   peace
      and
Peace is
    poetic.
Life is
     lovely
         when
Love is
      alive.
@its_itate @the_untold
 57° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 57° 
Fiona
I need a dopamine hit
to remind me I’m the ****

I need that serotonin flow
when I’m lonely and low

I need an oxytocin touch
when life gets too much

I need a sweet endorphin
to numb me like morphine

When my disordered brain
causes chemical pain
 56° 
Madisen Kuhn
i am waiting for my coffee
i am the old couple eating pastries
with their chairs turned towards to window
i am the wafting scent of musk and amber
i am the bright magenta trees lining route 240
blooming in april while it rains
i am the veiny hands i know nothing about
except that i wish they would touch me
i am gulping down the foam
tasting the bittersweet memories on my tongue
the ones that have yet to happen
i am remembering what it means to have teeth
to feel so different, so distant
but entirely the same
 54° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 54° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 53° 
Abraham Esang
In thousand crystal
And in millions given.
Nothing worth a living
Like a heart in love and care.
Throw it to the air and it is gone.
 52° 
Renn Powell
I was missing a few pieces
But every time you tried to
Glue them back on me
They would fall off
And shatter
 50° 
Deanna Dellia
I don’t want to be your
sunshine
I want to be your
moonlight
I don’t want to spit morning in your face
and remind you that it’s time to go to work
I want to be that spirit
that lets you know that it’s time to relax
I don’t want to burn your eyes or your skin
I never want to be capable of hurting you
I want to illuminate your soul
I may be under appreciated
eclipsed in the shadows
but I accept that
because I know that I’ll always be that small
light
guiding you in all of the
darkness.

- Moonlight
 49° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 49° 
AJ
what did i get myself into
to fall for someone like you
you can’t do that to a person
 48° 
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.
 47° 
Peter Gareth
My father taught me how to be a man:
Male is the strong gender
Boys and girls can't be friends
And feminists are crazy hairy chicks
Solving their daddy issues
By fighting over an empty cause

Still, my heart screamed rebellion
How can male be the strong gender
When mom is the strongest person I know?
How can't boys and girls be friends
When my deepest connections are with them?
And how can feminism be an empty cause
When women are beaten, ***** and decreased everyday?

He couldn't bend my spirit
Nevertheless, I've learned so much
With all of his wrong examples of manhood
Which helped me to be twice the man he ever was
And yet not even half as brave as those insane ladies
Standing their ground and clamoring their rights
 47° 
Christina iguala
I thought she was a beautiful sunflower...
she was actually a foxglove
a foxglove is a flower than can cause drooling, vomiting, seizures, dilated pupils, and  death
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