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 250° 
john p green
Grey naked in sand.
Fears rear up again.
Second glance stand.
Eyes shuffle inside.
Free emotional landslide.
Can in dark be realized.
 247° 
Lee
No longer recognizing reality
In a manner of normality
At a pace unmatched
A level of meaningless ending
With a frequency depleting
 127° 
Iris
my brain has a mind of it own
it doesn鈥檛 care what I think
 109° 
Dark Dream
I see something
Signs from you
That you lingered
Here or there

- my heart stops -

Then Jumps
into that quivery action

Mind kicks in
Reminding me

you aren鈥檛 mine

I miss you
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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 58° 
Dr Peter Lim
The cul-de-sac indeed taught me

much more than the wide-open thoroughfare

I'm infinitely grateful for the experience

that I acquired when I was there
 58° 
Jorge Rangel
No es f谩cil entender
Las razones nunca da
Este amor que el plant贸
Solo Dios puede quitar

Es mi amor obra de el
No lo puedo controlar
Yo le dije, yo no se帽or
Mas no me quiso escuchar

Y rogu茅,piedad se帽or
Y su amor intent茅 dar
Fracasado yo llor茅
Al no poderlo demostrar

su piedad el me mostr贸
Y mi actitud pude cambiar
Logr茅 alejarte a mi vivir
M谩s el no me permiti贸
que te dejara de amar.
 52° 
Anastasia
Sleepy demon, close your eyes
Hell's too warm for you to rest
Soon someday you'll realize
That I've always tried my best
In my arms
Quiet and cool
The lights are dim
The clouds are wool
Stars on the ceiling
Sparkling above us
Your horns are pitch
Obsidian and onyx
Tired from fighting
Lashes charred from flames
Looking up from dark circles
Sleepy one, have no shame
My lips on your forehead
As I watch your aura lift
I love you, little demon
I will let you drift
 52° 
susurri
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
 42° 
Rue
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
 41° 
A W Bullen
I
kept
dead flowers
in a vase

they
reminded me
of you
 39° 
labyrinth
Lonely loses it
Alone uses it
 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)
 33° 
Victoria
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it鈥檚 true,
But maybe I鈥檓 just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I鈥檓 afraid of being you.
 26° 
Kevin J Taylor
To see through fear enough
to stand, not hiding
To realize
Ah Ha! Survive!
Old Death鈥檚 demise!
There鈥檚 a bit of life
in every lie
After all, whose life was Death鈥檚
but yours and mine
that (mock-surprise)
we have survived
We with our lies
have lived
in and out of lives
one graveyard
to the next
each time
Surprise!
Reprise/Reprise!
Survived.
 24° 
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
 24° 
Mitch Prax
If time is
a currency,
then spending it with you
was the best investment
I ever made.
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
 23° 
lovelywildflower
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
 22° 
Em
Am I the villain in this story?
Am I the one to blame?
For months your words ate at me,
If I鈥檓 the bad guy, give me a name.

If that's what it takes,
For you to sleep safe and sound,
Call me what you want,
But it takes two to participate.
 20° 
Esther
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I鈥檓 here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they鈥檙e here

darkness
sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you鈥檇 do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you鈥檇 do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
 20° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 19° 
LBG
habia una elegancia de su canon lit de nada.
nada fue l de fe
de fue de fue el que fue
el que fue lo fue
simplemente koe
puro suicidia de ele
pote
fue mota
fue ny
fue brooklyn
brooooooookltn
 19° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don鈥檛 believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He鈥檚 the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
鈥淲e鈥檙e perfect for each other鈥
And you can鈥檛 tell me
He鈥檚 not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 17° 
D Thornhill
clouds rumble deeply
below, worlds tremble and shake,
distant land鈥檚 laughter
漏锔 dt + b
 17° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 16° 
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
 16° 
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
 16° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don鈥檛 see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
ABHIVYAKTI
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
 15° 
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
聽聽Not a single!
Exclamation聽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
 15° 
meka
Couldn't face the day
Yet another torn out page
To be forgotten
 15° 
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
 14° 
da煤d
i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath
the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing
i do not sing struggle鈥搑evenge poisonous blast鈥
the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing

i do not sing despise for any thing or being
i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings
From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose:
creation is just dew upon the rose of love

i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues:
the flame of endless loving with you & only you
 13° 
VOID
caught in a conflict
one has my time
one has my attention

he has my heart
the other one has my affection

my heart is tied to both
but the strings are getting tangled

which one do I have a future with?
 13° 
Julia Celine
I really made a mess of this
As I looked into your eyes
You said, "Bury me in fiction
Or give me truth I can't deny"

The truth is all I had was me
And a thousand little lies
I almost wish I told a few
Before you said goodbye
 13° 
Eliza
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I鈥檓 not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
鈥淚 miss you.鈥
 13° 
skye
going home isn鈥檛 always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
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