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 940° 
R
nothing less but i have felt before
still hurts
salt in the wound
brain asking why did i do to deserve this complicated rage
i simply just rip out my dignity
and run to the cemetery's shadows
and hang from that tree
that my father loved
 347° 
Simpleton
I have found peaceful sleep on concrete floors
Where my desires have been needs
And had restless nights on feather soft beds
Where dreams of wants have piled with greed
They ask how people become mad
And I tell them
Look, like this
By doing business with dreams
.
It transcends me
it goes right through me
it is linked
I accept it
I will walk with this
 189° 
Ayushmathy
Fighting all by herself,
On the rough grounds of day
Now, she is tired
As her wounds bleed
And she breathes heavily
Her nights are filled with silently loud tears
Her days are a battle
As the sun breaks into the night
It is another day
Another battle
This is a poem I wrote when things were too ******* me. Writing poetry comforts me in strange ways.
 143° 
Parker Poole
My true sickness
is that I never feel more loved
than when I'm on my knees for you
And I crave it more than anything
 141° 
Hank Helman
Few
Tease me, tempt me, tickle me too,
Kiss me, cuddle me, cradle on cue,
Love me, lavish me, leave me in lieu,
Forget me, fickle me, a frivolous few.
 127° 
Huda
و حين بدأت رحلة البحث على نفسي، وجدك راحلا
و حينما احلم في منامي ويقظتي أجدك راحلا
و حين اقبل عيناك و امسك وجهك بين كفاي، أجدك راحلا
و حين تمر رجفة بعظامي وارى نفسي تبحث خارج جسدي، اجدك راحلا
و حين تهدأ العاصفه و يصمت الوجود و تشرق شمسي محبة، أجدك راحلا
و حين أجد نفسي.. أجدك راحلاً
و نفسي لا تشتهي نفساً ان تفخر الا ذاك الراحلَ
 113° 
Kathleen
Alone I stand, in a field full of solace,
Life brings the wind to cascade down  my branches
To cast away the leaves I have nourished
Bring me light so I may flourish
The sun to warm my inner spirit
My roots reach to the inner core,
I stand solid,
So bring the rain, the snow, the sun
For I am that tree that stands Alone.............
 103° 
Thom MasT
Today
Was a lot like yesterday.
It rained, I sat
in a room alone
thinking of you
and what almost was
and now is not.

Tomorrow
I will sit in a room alone
thinking of you.
It could have been – but isn’t.
It might have been – but wasn’t.

Someday
I will get up
and leave this room
where I sit alone
and think of you.
I will forget Almost and Maybe.
But not today.
 101° 
The Lonely Poet
Step right up and hit the girl!
She belongs to you anyways.
Girl for sale! Girl for sale!
Too bad she's worth dirt.
Extra, extra, read all about it!
Auction today, all the girls you could ever want!
It doesn't matter how they feel.
You're in control.
A new toy comes along, replacing me.
Don't worry. I'll wait in the trash for you to get bored.
 92° 
brynna
let me lay a kiss upon your temple

count your freckles, soft skin so simple
short one i found in an old journal
 75° 
Chris Lucas
Piercing eyes
             Black hair gleaming like silk
      Complexion shining like mothers milk
                        No Barbie doll
              Style and grace flows over  
          In your mind you see none of this
             Some things need to be told
     My wish for you to see me not as bold
             See me as a bearer of truth
           A truth that needs to be told
               If for a fleeting moment
              I can claim your attention 
               Happy me for this time
                If told go on your way
          Fleeting moment memory is here to stay
 75° 
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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 73° 
Ollie
Goodbye to the tears rolling down my cheeks
Goodbye to the bleeding through my sheets
Goodbye to fighting a battle I'll never win.
Goodbye to a world full of sin.
Goodbye to a hopeless night.
Goodbye...I lost my fight.
Yeah idk This just kind of came out of my brain. I hope you guys like it!
 65° 
nivek
intention can be hard to mine
hide so deep out of sight
you can seem to just float along.
 60° 
Melody
Roses,
Highlight my bruises.
Sunflowers,
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Softly,
Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
 59° 
Sayuri143
You lift me up,
So you can pull me down,
You sew my crack,
To tear me apart.

I trust you enough,
And disclose my secrets,
But you use it to discredit,
And wound me to shame.

I tell you all my broken dreams,
But you used it as an insult,
For me to lose confidence,
To feel unworthy and useless.

I told you of my grim past,
But you use it as an edge,
To mudsling and bring me,
Such pain & emotional turmoil.

I thought you are my better half,
But your harshness caused me distress,
Your lies bring coldness to my soul,
You never love me, not even once.
brokenmarriage failedrelationship betrayal betrayed unloved
 49° 
lua
it's the ache in my chest
and the tingle in my palms
the ***** of tears at the corner of my eyes
that makes me think
makes me wonder
what it is to truly feel
what love is like
as young as i am
and as innocent as i seem
amidst the world
desensitised
and numb
i don't understand
and maybe that's okay for now
because from my own experience
from what my own fingertips feel
from what my eyes have touched
and from what my ears have solemnly listened
it is a kind of pain
we often yearn for.
 44° 
Julie
Grey of days
Nights of told
Spin of wheels
Clouds of cold

Black of days
Rise to know
Awake of cover
Hands bellow

Red of days
Warmth of freeze
Doves to call
Begin the breeze

Green of days
Depth of roots
Flow what tears
Arrow that shoots
 41° 
Infamous one
G54
Praying things would be normal
Making the most of things
Working with what's given
Thought one way being optimistic
Didn't want to complicate things
Been seeing the truth in actions
True colors through the struggle
Difficult times change people
Scared to lose people most leave
Feeling abandoned missing them
Always looking in not meant to be
So much change let things be
i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself
a lot of people **** themselves to show someone how they love them, but if you did you will never be able to know if your love for them, made them smile
 36° 
jay
but soft, what light: thru yonder window breaks
tis' the east but Juliet just puked off of the balcony
wow...im sure that we could do this forever
or until she drinks the poison
cuz she sees some cloudy weather
as rosaline lies in bed
seething, wide awake
because his burning love for juliet only took a day.
O bitter tears!
wetting my face, stinging my eyes
The weight of life draws you out
All could go wrong, you would be lost
Weeping bitterly is painful healing
I am glad to heal, glad to hurt
O blessed healing!
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 33° 
Palpebra
My eyes

have dried

with the tears

I've cried.

And now

I'm hollow,

I've got nothing to give

And now

I'm done,

I've got nothing to live.
I'm fine. Okay, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later.
:)
 33° 
David P Carroll
My heart beats for you
Every day and nothing
Else to do but dream
About you every night
And this is true love
Come true and I'm so
Happy I've falling in love with you.
True Love ❤️💘
 32° 
Taylor
The stars don’t feel
They just exist
without regard for you
or your perception of them
They are raw energy
explosive chaos
bound only to the cold grip of
Time
Free of their shackles
they unleash hell
ancient flames
devouring worlds
that you will never know
or care
existed

Beyond your sight
the apocalypse means
nothing
From a distance
the universe is pretty
And our little star
shines on
a beacon of safety
warm and comfortable
until one day
it isn’t
 32° 
verwandlung
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
 30° 
Leo
Ikke svart
Men
Den fargen
Bare før det
 30° 
Melinda Barrett
And so that was your final chess move
My mind and soul both could not approve
 28° 
Eric Pratt
Her beauty is a visage of my dreams
The reverie of heart as it explores
She gleams in mind like snowflakes in the sun
And floats in soul as fog on moonlit streams

Her touch is like a wisp of summer rain
And in her arms, I’m held amongst the stars
Yet as the empty weight of night descends
It falls through me and thoughts begin to drain

For she is more than hope could ever be
I feel her shout she loves me with her all
But questions start to rage inside my mind
And in my heart, I drop to bended knee

For I am flawed, without her I am less
And she deserves to sparkle in the sky
I bow my head and lips begin to weep
Unworthy to be blessed by her caress

The knife of knowing hollows out my chest
And fills it with the ache of constrained love
That chokes and drowns my breath before I speak
And silences the shout of want’s behest

My heart beats tears to keep them from my eyes
But they betray the secret of my soul
And if she peers into my depth, she’ll see
That with her is where all desire lies
 28° 
Betty H
Watercolor rolls on my canvas
as a sprinkle of tears on my cheeks
cool colors of blue, green, purple, jet black
mimic my sober mood
I scrawl repeatedly
until I strike my resolve

Trees obscure the atmosphere
lakes succumb to burnt umber
vacuous canvas swallows my spine
hues of paint befit my spirit

Gratification commands accomplishment
my cheeks prove to be dry
so too the consummate work of art

I trust that my next attempt
reflects a warm-hued mood
as the break of dawn awakens
strokes of red, orange yellow
splash on my canvas
in a flight of frenzy
my hand on the run
as my world unlocks
clarity prevails
 27° 
Ahmad Attr
A crescendo of voices in my head
I try to etch them down on my slate
Ended up drawing portrait
A young old man caught in a bait
Stuck in his own prison
Forgetting days, forgetting dates
Making wrong choices in life
Blaming the stars, blaming the fates
A poem about depression



Excerpt taken from ''Meet Me Under the Bridge'', a collection of poems.
 27° 
Paul Goring
Secret movement
& murmurs;
I see you
in everything
Light and dark
combine
to make your face

Shadows and bird song
evoke summer days
When we walked
talked
& explored;
bonded by our blood
kindred in our kind
sharing nature,
time and contentment

Kings of all;
pathfinders,
brothers,
scarce valuing
sublime
extraordinary days
 27° 
Preston Reid
I already have a broken heart
  yet with this heart
I will never part
with it in pieces like a freshly opened puzzle
you changed my point of view you
showed me with every piece there's a story
not a failure
ahhh Idk if this is good
 26° 
abby
it’s been so long
3 years maybe
since i’ve loved you
 26° 
Lizzie
𝔾𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖
𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟,
𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕤
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕
Tₑᵣmᵢtₑ
Dᵤng, ᵢt
Wᵢll nₒt
Lₐst lₒng
Bₑfₒᵣₑ
Cᵤt dₒwn.
A̸͇̋̓̔n̸̤͔̞̜͓͊̿͑̾̇̅͗d̵͙̥̻̓̒͌̅͊ ̴̡̟̝͎̞̺͔̟̂̈́͊̒̄s̴̢̳̗͇͓̰̰͕̣͘o̷̢͈̞̭̽̂́͂ͅ ̵̨̧̨̦̼̫͎̉̇̀̂͒̉͒̒̀͠I̴̩̘̭͚̖̊̆̎̋̄̈́͆͛͒ ̴̧̼̮̰̏̾̒͌̆̈̀͋̚̚t̵̡̼̲͈̗̩̭̪̰̮̀͊̓͝h̵̪͙́̑́͗̽̐͛̚͝i̵̹̲̥̪̻̥̗͋̑̌̀̽̽̄͝ń̷̾­͙̩͐̎͊̚k̶̻͋̒̀͊̈́͊̕ ̵̧̛̙̦͙̜͚̖̖̲̗y̷̲͕̝̺̾̅́̀͗͆̈́͋͝o̸̢̥̹̺̎ư̵͓̱͙̗͙̫͓͎̓̇̈́̀̆̃̃̋ ̸̡̦̘̱͙̱͕̤̞̅̈́a̴̘̲̅r̷͍̯̽̏̈́͝e̴̛̞̙̚ ̵̡͈̖͙̹̺͑͌̑̃͋̄͗͝b̶̧̩̞̘͈̀͆̇͘e̶͓̬͐͛́a̸̤̩̻͈̟͕̩̅̈́̿̍ų̸̹̩͈̖̠̯̦͒̄̄t̸̛̎̓̕­̠͎̓͒̍̚͜ȋ̷̠̱̩̤͔̰̔͘f̶͈̜̖͑̈́̎͘ù̶̧̨̬̩̪̞̐̿͛̇̎͜͝ḷ̴̡̻̠̜̻̉͐̔͂͠ͅ.̵̽͛̈́̌͝͝­͈̗̳̖
 25° 
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
 25° 
Gavin Shelly
There's a duality within spurn love.
Like her matte heart, molded with perfect gold.
Caramel eyes sour without the cold.
A laugh demonic from the angels above.
Ringing through Dublin, from the quays whereof-
He mutters "he loves her", his heart unbowed.
She can't reply, her love already twice sold.
He shifts away, a feeling he once loved.

Now to be replaced by a wretched hate.
Jealousy runs right through his screeching soul.
Scarred from the back burn, scarred from fate.
Fleeting, too scared. To live with, to state.
To know he will never be in control.
Of a burning heart, hidden in the cold.
 25° 
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
 24° 
amanda
amanda
amand
aman
ama
am
i
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
everyday?
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
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