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 573° 
Heather
I know you’re there
I can feel you
pulling the desire
through the tissue thin membrane
between worlds
through my bones
porous and resilient
through my blood
displacing oxygen
through my skin
chemical annihilation

it lingers there
in the space all around me
a measured undulating haze
seeking you
it knows you’re close
it can feel you
 400° 
ymmiJ
bursting from darkness
loving among morning light
sunrise surprises
 320° 
LLillis
Chaos slowly builds
on a bell that will not ring.
Children wait. Hopeful.
Winter showed up in force today with our first mild snow storm. The first significant snowfall is always a trying time in Toronto. Endless sirens, plows, shoveling, and salt. The lingering memories of what a snow day use to mean and the harsh juxtaposition of adulthood leaves me just as bitter as the cold.
 301° 
Tegan
thankyou for making me feel something
i just wish it was less painful
 272° 
Kafka Joint
This is a very strange situation,
But I'm patient,
I will understand this situation.
 203° 
Caryn Jean
Frozen blades and visible exhale
Shift with the seasons
Fog lifts but turmoil sits
The wind lifts wings
The sun closes eyes
Welcome home
 181° 
Chris Saitta
She walked out of the watercolor storm of a fresco
Like a cowl-bound form in a light drizzle of rain,
Her mosaic tiles of ancient lovers’ eyes, ceramic-borne,
Just as her hips held the curves of the urn, kiln-fired,
The coiled heat of Greece still stinging through her flesh.

For her, the treetops had been the summoners of storm,
In kind, she poured down the wet grove of her hair, electral,
Pantheress of humid breath and fanged flair of lightning,
Tamed once in the cloudy cage of Pentelic marble of the Parthenon.

But the world piled dust before her, baiting with its groveled roads,
For her black mullings, much-tasted rain, and heaven’s leaves to fall.
If only the Michelango-to-come had carved the clouds of her
For the light to remain, shining its centuries,
Then maybe the thunder would have been left undone.
 177° 
Rashmi
कुछ परेशान सी हूं....
बताना चाहती हूं ये अपने करीबी लोगों को
अपने आप से परेशान हूं .....
जहन मै बस ये ख्याल आता है
आखिर क्यों हूं
क्या कर रही हूं यहां
क्या सिर्फ वायु बर्बाद कर रही हूं
या दूसरो पे बोझ बनी हूं
पूछना चाहती हूं सब से
क्या बोझ लगती हूं आपको
न जाने कहां खो सी गई हूं
कभी कभी लगता है
गलत जगह पर आकर फस गई हूं
मन करता है मां को बिठाऊं
ओर पुछु ... क्यों हूं मै
जब किसी लायक नहीं तो क्यों
भगवान जी को आप नहीं कहती कि उठा ले इसे
भगवान ही ही सच बात दे शायद
क्या हूं ओर क्यों खो गई हूं
न जाने क्या चलता है दिमाग मै
क्यों इतना सोचने के बाद भी
एक फैसले के लिए सबकी राए लेनी पड़ती है
खुद का क्या कुछ नहीं है मेरा
खुद की कोई पसंद या अष्टित्व नहीं है क्या
खुद क्या हूं....
सच मै मां बहुत खोई सी हूं मै
लगता है बस मर रही हूं
डर लगता है अपने आप से
दुनिया को तो छोड़ो...उससे तो नहीं डरती
पर अपने आप से डर लगता है
ओर मा जब तुम ओर पापा भी साथ नहीं देते न
तो बस यही सवाल आता है
क्या मै इतनी गलत हूं
कुछ सही नहीं कर सकती
क्या इतनी बुरी हूं मै
हमेशा अपने आप को ही कोष्टी हूं
पर क्या करू
आप से भी कभी कह नहीं पाती
क्योंकि डरती हूं आपके डर से
ओर आप समझ नहीं पाती या शायद मै समझा नहीं पाती
जो भी है बस मै आपको अपने दिल की बात नहीं बता पाती
दुख होता है मा रोना आता है
पर नहीं रोती,बस थोड़ी हिम्मत जुटाई है
कुछ दिन ओर जुटा कर बस
सबसे दूर चली जाऊंगी
चिंता मत कर मां
तुझे तकलीफ ना पहुंचाऊंगी
 169° 
A Freedom
'the author has retired,
yet its characters forever seeping tea,
are celebrated in One chapter as attired.'
 161° 
Lost
Every where I go
I see blunt objects
Feel the urge
To rush forward
And crack
Smack
Bash
Smash
My eggshell head
Wide open
Right on my forehead
Displaying the dirt
The mud
The *****
Black sludge
In my cranium
In my core
I want to blast it out
Into the floor
My license is suspended right now. I can’t see my therapist. I can’t change my meds like I was planning to. I can clean my room and change things at home, but I know that I won’t.
 119° 
Scott Jurewicz
(a song lyric)

i looked long upon the forest
and i beheld a tree
i handed it a smile
and it gave one back to me
it's the simple things in life i love
and me darlin'
so does she

i watched a herd of birds in dance
so expert in their glee
i bowed to them in wonder
and they curtsied back to me
it's the simple things in life i love
and me darlin'
so does she

she keeps my winters warm
and my summers always cool
autumn takes her blessed form
spring took me for her fool

i saw a tiny dog do handstands
and sing on bended knee
i clapped so joyous for him
that he sang a song for me
it's the simple things in life i love
and me darlin'
so does she

i felt a yearning heart so lovely
that struggled cross the sea
i whispered words of hope to it
as it beat inside of me
it's the simple things in life i love
and me darlin'
so does she
 97° 
Flora Felafel
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.
you are my guide towards the light
and I guess I'm yours too
 73° 
hal
You touch my hand,
our fingers intertwine.
I smile, feeling the warmth
of our palms pressed together.
Maybe I’m always so cold
so that your warmth can thaw me
and I’ll feel alive.

I can’t help but look at you
your eyes glisten with happiness
and it’s addictive.
There’s a feeling in my heart
which tells me that you’re the one,
I want to spend my life with you.
Do you?
 72° 
Cora
i want to talk about you
to everyone i know
i want to shut my mouth
and keep you to myself
my heart flares up
explodes with thoughts of you
and i can't catch the words
and i can't catch my breath
 67° 
Leanne
#17
Moaning,

Screaming,

Yelping,

Nasty words,

Nasty comments,

Do people really get paid to do this?
 65° 
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 64° 
Tom Dodd
Time waits for no one

No matter the misery one keeps

So, wake up if you dare

From unavailing despair

For the keeper cares not if you sleep
 63° 
Desire rod
It’s almost a year and yet I’m still haunted by the memories of us
Why can’t I forget you
This is hell
I’m filled with anger and frustration
I can’t seem to let this go
I just want my peace of mind back so please give it back and leave me alone
 63° 
Infamous one
Working hard
Wanting to quit
Determined to be better
Coming back for more
Trying to be the one
Not one of many
Smiled continued to contribute
Positive attitude in negativity
Took pride in work
Earned every cent
Working twice as hard
Made sleep easy to enjoy
While others coasted
 61° 
Lexie
You do not fear the trees
You fear the forest in the dark
The rustle of leaves you did not make
The wind in your ears you did not fake
You breath smoking against the crispness of the air
Cold existence, creeping into your lungs
Fingers not yet numb
Clutching at sanity
As it slips into the dark
 59° 
Robby
My newest fear is learning to forget these lies
Wish me well
 57° 
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
 52° 
Sarah
Everything was so horrible
That words stood beside me and gaped
At a life so cruel.
We held our flags while they held their guns
We approached them with roses yet they stained us with our own blood

More than 320 were killed, more than 12,000 were injured, hundreds were arrested and abducted, still we’re fighting.

Look for pictures, my friends. And you’ll see why words can no longer suffice in describing the tragedy happening in my country.
 52° 
Joshua
I need to get you out my mind,
before I fall in love with you.
Because I know, you won't love me back.
 48° 
Maria Etre
Dear fellow poets,

Try to vocalize
what you immortalize on paper.

Sincerely,
your courage.
 48° 
Kenshō
im sinking down
To a place where i hang out
when no ones around
where the birds fly, maybe soar
a memoir of yore
when i used to lay on the floor
and imagine an upside down world.
Where people jump in and out of doors
and balance on beams nd round the bend they twirl
Overdone masculinity rules this world but in mine it twas a girl
No sides were taken, no war, no fight. and she was black
History moves forward and you cannot take anything back
when i look back to back i tend to think we have two faces
the breath is being lost and we've all gone missing in our paces
I want to evolve my system but there is no racing
I want to speak and there is only facing
No missing, just placing
until our spirits are interlacing
towards one envisioned nation
hi
happy 11/11 humans
 47° 
Lou Romano
Sometimes,
when the world is quiet
I let my mind free
To wander where it will go

And sometimes,
when the silence lingers
my soul escapes it bonds
And dances with my heart

Sometimes,
As my heart and soul dance
I feel a rhythm flowing
And I’m caught up in its currents

And sometimes,
I capture the essence of that rhythm
and for one glorious moment
I can surf upon the waves of creation
 46° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 43° 
Mari
Am I losing my strength?
                   Or
Are they getting stronger?
Or maybe both.
 42° 
R B M
I am a master at lying
It is an art
I’ve become so good at it
That when I say
I am fine
I almost believe myself
 42° 
Maciej Miernik
All planets lined up,
advantaging alignment,
and I work on trust.
 42° 
Anais
I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.
 41° 
caroline
you’re the mentos to my coke
you make me all bubbly
and open me up
but boy you can make me explode
 40° 
Caden
close your eyes babe
what do you see?
a starry night or a porcelain sky?
is it the shade of navy you love?
i closed my eyes and i saw the world grabbing me gently, pulling me tight and close,
while it whispers sweet nothing in my ear
i envision a love that is endless,
a heart so large that it overflows,
and a passion that even fruits envy.
so tell me darling,
have you a dream to sell me?
 40° 
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.
 40° 
saint
the existential dread i feel is enough for
(two)
lifetimes

and i wasted all my energy typing this out instead of the work i should be finishing

people talk to me and i listen but i might as well be dead
and then they walk away wondering what they just witnessed
 38° 
Mike Hauser
I'd like to write a simple poem

Simplify my life along

With the words that make their way

Onto this blank white simple page

Try my best to relax a bit

And with that said, get over it

Whatever is stringing me along

Keeping me from this simple poem

Lifted up and then put down

Far too many times to count

A simple rhyme before too late

The right words needed to say

To open wide the flood gates

And simplify my life away

Is that too much to ask, too much to want

A simple life, a simple poem
I've never been in love before.
Now I know it's You
I'll  love
forevermore.

I've never been in love before.
I've kept my heart locked up
behind an iron door.

But now Your love, Your love
so true and strong
has filled me with Your song,
this song that from me pours.

So please forgive
this helpless haze I'm in,
I've never really been
in love
before.
Adapted from a beautiful love song by the same name by Frank Loesser
Some of you are homeless
Some of you are limbless
Some are battling PTSD
But all of you are fighting battles
of that we just can't see

Thank you, Veterans

Thank you for giving up your normalcy
So, all of us can live in peace & harmony
 37° 
CallMeVenus
My bipolar
Plays dress up
And I am the model

My bipolar loves me
Until I feel stress and anxiety
Crawling under my skin
And my heart hurts
I feel it getting old and tired

Mania leaves me empty in a black hole that turns out to be my bed
 I sink
And there is nothing I can do
But wait for mania to come back

They say that out of all of zodiac
Gemini's are most likely to be depressed and anxious
I was born on 28th of May
 36° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
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