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 1510° 
MM
I've been sleeping alone
Since you left months ago
Thought I went through the stages
Carefully measured
Robotic, logic
Foolproof ways to process
No stranger to heartbreak
I'm familiar with its ache
But this one has proven hard to shake
 488° 
Shadow
Set me free of this curse!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Set me free of my torment!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Tears do not leave the eye;
I really wish I would die.

What is this twisted dream?
Why can I not scream?
I cannot feel grief or pain,
Not happiness nor dismay,
I can no longer smile,
And despite how much I try,
I really cannot cry.

I've grown so tired now,
To this tragedy, I must bow,
My hairs are turning grey
Oh to hell with all this fray!
Just let me wither and die,
What's the point when I cannot cry?
Tears do not leave the eye...
I cannot feel anything, I am unable to cry, unable to let my emotions out. I cannot feel happiness or sadness, love or hate, I can't feel anything....
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Born precious
In a world you don't know
What will become of you.

Still precious
Because you are
Beautiful gifts.

Abandoned
And cherished
At some points.

However tossed you become
You are nothing but precious
To various families!
This poet avers how precious children are to various families with the intention of wishing them: "happy children's day."
 360° 
Matthew Harlovic
I tried to cultivate a garden
When my world was burning.
The metaphor is simple:
I was working with no purpose.

© Matthew Harlovic
 340° 
Cox
I love the sun.
But sometimes he can be as ruthless as a gun.
Mean,
scorching.
Burning little plants.
Sometimes,
I’d just with he’d give them a chance.
 322° 
Ayesha
Flowers that I hung,
so ardently, on New Year
are now bathed in dust.

I am but a thirsty flower floating on water.
 172° 
Patrick Harrison
depression comes
like a roaring wave
to wash me away.
 121° 
The Untold
I wish someday
I'll be considered old enough
To feel.
To feel love
To feel emotion
To feel hurt.
By then I'll be long dead.
 116° 
Ashlyn Yoshida
There's a world of pain waiting for us outside of that door.

You ready?
 91° 
James Cavet
Perfect yellow;
light of my life.
Hard waves of water
in my pool.
You fit the description.
I saw you do it:
push me in;
leave me vulnerable
out in the sun.

Only yourself.
Only myself
but we are still one.
Must be a lie.
We were never
a shining star.
Do you swear to
tell the truth?

Against all odds.
Breaking my hand;
breaking through to
the next great thing.
Looks like the old thing
but I know it's new,
just like you
and maybe me.
 77° 
Sadie Grace
She wished to paint with watercolors
because they bled all over the paper
Like her emotions bled all out of her wrists
but never out of her mouth

She wished there was a way to be beautiful
and still tell the truth of her messy, wild life

She was reaching for her razor blade
When the watercolors called to her
There is a better way
There is an easier way than this, they whispered
She wanted to believe it
but didn't know if it was worth the risk
didn't want to look weak

There was no pain involved in this new way
Only beauty bleeding from her heart
Instead of her skin
Was it worth it?
to leave paint stains rather than scars on her arms
 67° 
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 63° 
Uma natarajan
Rising spectacularly on the top of the small hill
With the climbs zigzag and the railings nil
Breathtaking sharper view of downtown penetrating
The old temple ascending with the winding roads painstaking
Supine and sated stretched shapely with pillars majestic
Several deities residing in the sanctum appealing with magic
The idol of kali all in black, Shimmering and scintillating in Radiant red embroidered silk
Ornamented with a swirl and swish of jewelry in pink
Sindoor applied on her parting of the hair
All the scenes makes me bow, with cupped hands standing in the row, I slurp down the sacred water offered
And pour coins in the plate praying for my fate
 62° 
Corrinne Shadow
Up!
Down.
Up!
Down.
Bouncing
Back and Forth.
My mood bounced up!
My mood crashed down.
The knife
Went back and forth.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
 57° 
Ellie Sutton
The creak of a spine
And scent of a musty page
Intoxicates me
 55° 
Kellin
I want the words you do not have
 51° 
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 48° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 48° 
Senita
My tummy makes a huge sound;
It makes the people look around..
 47° 
Ellis Holden
my words may always sound pretty
but sometimes i'm afraid they're only hollow
 47° 
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
 44° 
Color
there is so much living to be done
so much love to be felt
so much sadness to overcome
 42° 
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
 42° 
Sab
Ray of sunlight hits —
Burning my skin through my soul
Ashes flew up to the sky.
 38° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 37° 
CJ Tims
I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.
 37° 
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 36° 
Aleka
You
Your touch
burns my skin,
as hot as a blazing fire
Your words,
pierce my heart
just like a sharp dagger
Your eyes,
undress my soul,
gently and effortlessly.
You,
wander through my mind,
at any moment and any time.
 36° 
loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 34° 
Manboipoet
Italy for the pasta
Bora Bora for the sea
Paris for the romance
Thailand for the beach
Brazil for the carnivals
India for the tea
Carribean for the chicken
Argentina for the beef
The list could go on
But anywhere with you
Is the most wonderful place to be
Inspired by:
Those moments where it doesn’t matter what you do or where you go but it’s the people you’re surrounded by that truly make the experience what it is
 33° 
Adrian
Be you.
Be what you are
Don’t try to uphold an illusion.
It will shimmer then fall,
And then you’ll be left to crawl,
Because they didn’t catch your fall.

As long as you be you as well,
I’ll be me.
Wow, I must be going mental, actual notes!

The first stanza is for me, the last two lines are for —.
 33° 
Serendipity
I loved her
before
I even
met her.
 32° 
Emily
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
 31° 
kiran goswami
He says he loves me.
But of all the poems he wrote,
none had me.
 31° 
the black-rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
 30° 
Julianna
I just want to lie here
but you signal a new day
I try to shut you out
in every possible way

I pull the covers above my head
I bury my face in the bed.
I clamp my eyes closed,
yet you make me sleep in throws.

I will not wake to a new day
as hopeless as the rest
I do not want to see the sunrise
please just let it set

I do not want to wake
just to see my hands shake
just to see my soul break
I have nothing of this day to make.

Please just let me lie here
as the sun streams in
Please just let me cry here
as the sun streams in
 30° 
Jace Joesph
Late after we're all gone to bed
I'd always find myself awake
With my ears being mistreated
Didn't mean to hear evils spill

I tried my best to go to sleep

But each night tears were shed
I heard everything slowly break
When daddy admitted he cheated
Then mama could only shrill

Yet all I wanted was sleep

Once more daddy had gone and fled
Left mama to feel the same heartache
Because history had surely repeated
As it was that night life lost it's thrill

Then I cried myself to sleep
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