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 3080° 
Jeremy Stacy
Your hips you throw to the tempo
Island special coco loco with some mango
dancing away into the night you shimmy while we tango

I spin you and you tiptoe across a rainbow
A 1-2 combo is where I plateau but you speed up like espresso, paint the dance floor like Van Gogh, just say the word and let’s go
A poem about dancing
 180° 
Cate
and if it was all
just a dream

     that could be true
     but in each heartbeat
     I still feel you
 158° 
a m a n d a
...because what else could it be?


***.
i can suddenly see the menu
   of my hidden moves
and unlocked weapons.

and now i am armed.
 156° 
CAL
how much do i have to fight
just to make it out of here alive
why does everthing have to be a battle with you
 144° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 125° 
Níla
I'll stay and mend the world for you
And take care of the pain if you want me to

I'll fill the cracks with your favourite words
And keep you in shape when the world is not

I'll provide you with laughter when you're running low on joy
And advice on the heavy days
 125° 
Natasha Monica
on wet wood

Black ants and poisonous snakes-
Creeped out and slithered around-
The rotten wood full of ugly desire-
As I ignite the fire.

on Shakespeare

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Summer of terror and discontent;
The funeral of Shakespeare’s sonnet-
As I weep in tragic.

on pouring rain

Sunday is in silent agony;
Lights out, curtains down;
Angry sky cries in vain-
As I mute the rain.

on bittersweet coffee

One, two and more of grandé
Iced-cold caffeine in my blue vein;
Hands are still, the world’s unstirred-
As I sip the last drop of despair.
This is the third part of my poem. Read "The Prologue" first, followed by "The Encounter".
 119° 
Faith Hull
you will fade from my life like the snow melting.
slowly, surely, and leaving me
ready to bloom.
 112° 
Ilunga Mutombo
Happiness seems to be a drug we all trying to have
If we overdose on that
I guarantee you we gon find world peace
But instead we embrace what keeps us depressed
Hatred passing through our veins
Going straight for our hearts
No matter why we find comfort in being apart
 97° 
kmr
I woke
From a fitful sleep
Where I dreamt
You had died.
You took your final sip of poison
And with its glisten
Still on your lips
You told me that you’d be ok.
But your next breath,
It never came.
You disappeared
Right in front of me.
You sank into the ground,
Swallowed whole by the earth.
You returned to dust
That clouded my path
And I no longer knew
Which way to go.
 88° 
Douglas Greene
If I were to leave,
And never come back,
Would you long for me?
And have your regrets?

Would our memories,
be nothing but truant?
Lost in Centuries?
Never to come back?
 81° 
Dr Peter Lim
Forgetting
     is the most efficacious cleansing
 67° 
Amanda
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone
For the one that I love and care for so deeply <3
 62° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 58° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 54° 
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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 47° 
KHY
rain bends leafs to their depths
they ring out colour that fills the earths chest
a coat of white on a heap of life
unto death
 44° 
misha
sunny daffodil blooms
are still months away,
maybe that's a good thing
if you know what they say.

you can't swallow poison
if there's nothing to eat,
you can't be a victim
if you retreat.

you can't see the cracks
in the mirror that spread
if you stay locked up
within your own head.
 42° 
Palak Datta
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   I   '   m
  n   o   t
   f u s e d ;
  M a y  b e
   a    l   i   t   t   l  e
   c   o   n   f   u   s  e  d  .
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
  a    l  o  t   o f   f  i  g  h  t
  l   e   f   t     i    n    m   e ;
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
a   l o  t   o f   l i g h t
   l   e   f   t     i    n
    m  e . . . . .
Edison did not just invent the bulb;
He created a bright future by not giving up.

Last night I thought I would never get up. But here I am today.
Its not falling that scares me; What scares me is never wanting to get up again!
 36° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
There is beauty in your departure,
but it seems I have yet to find it.
The remains of you lay in my bones,
For my skin would be too shallow for your depth to reside.
You needed density to sit in,
No fair-weathered place would do.
I fear you'll remain there for some time,
A shadow to my every move.
At this moment I drag you with me,
a weight of tons upon my back.
But someday I hope you to be my leverage,
that extra push I so often need.
 32° 
Chicken
It exists and it lives
It moves and it shakes
all because I couldn’t resist
The transfatty aisle of edible pleasures

Now I’m a bigger girl
Bigger than I’d like
to give a whirl
Thanks to the transfatty aisle of edible pleasures.
So I started working out again today 😄

The ‘aisle’ in question is of course the Lidl bakery aisle. With all the restrictions, I needed stuff.. and I only went in to look at the middle of Lidl, I swear.

Oh, and by the way.. eating your emotions? It’s no good. Don’t do it if you know you’re doing it. It’l b o k ☺️
 32° 
Mitzi Ambrad
The fire still burns
The heart still yearns
But lessons were learned
Yours was an approval I shouldn't earn.
I may still have feelings for you but now I know better.
 31° 
Dylan McFadden
He cut off his feet...
But still wandered and strayed

Then gouged out his eyes...
But still burned for the maid

Then lopped off one hand...
But then saw an issue:

He could not complete
Sev'ring greed from his tissue

.
 31° 
Ell
I want to feel the breaking of my own skin. the resist of the blade on my upper thigh.
god, I am worthless.
the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do is the trickle of blood down my legs.
how quirky.
I can't even describe myself.
I am becoming my father. addiction will always be a top priority.

"I promise, I promise"
and to think, I would never break one.

I am everything I am trying to run away from.
 30° 
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
 30° 
mydesirelines
my restraint, may seem like an impregnable enemy line
but when your love blooms and wind sniffs the wound of your heart,
let the fragrance sneak in and cut me like an elvish sword.
dedicated to Birth of Venus.
 28° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 28° 
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
 26° 
Brett
If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight
 25° 
William
I tire of seeing what I desire taunt me just out of reach.
Many a number of dreams while I slumber push me into the breach.
Feelings of dread from the thoughts in my head, unable to send them aloft.
My mind it wanes from internal pains and visions I cannot throw off.
Inwards I spiral towards total denial of emotions that seem to propel.
So slow I do creep, the pain it runs deep, traveling towards unending hell.
Exhausted I lay, my head in dismay, begging for it to all end.
When will I know?
Time, it runs slow, can someone just be a friend?
 25° 
Helen
because we never said goodbye
the end was utterly relentless
*sigh*
 24° 
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.
 24° 
CyRhen Sohngs
I unfurl my arms and reach towards the sun, with everything I have
for
it provides me, in turn, with everything I need.

As my petals grow, they tilt my head
towards
the smiles of passersby, I smile back
and they are smitten!

Praising me, at first
for the the velvety touch of my colors
Then coveting them
Taking souvenirs

Until I am bare, and the sun has hidden itself from me
I am everything they've ever wanted...
but only for a season.
 24° 
Dresden
I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here
 24° 
Luiz
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.
 24° 
Zelyn
Because
if I were
to believe
in forever
then
I will be
forever
alone.
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