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 431° 
Hooria Iftikhar
You gave me the best of me,
So you’ll give you the best of you.....!
~BTS
~Magic Shop
 188° 
nicetomeetyou
Clear as the sky
And ****** as the moon
You hear her high
Scream.

A bolt of light
And a sliver of burn
You hear her bright
Cry.

Her hurt can be seen
Her hurt will be felt
You hear her keen
Yell.

She whispers too stop this
 137° 
uhhhhhhhhhhh
you're so beautiful
and broken inside

didn't love almost
bring you to suicide?

because it wasn't real
did you really think they'd care?

he just wants to use you
he wants to **** the life out of you
emotionally torture me... and then leave me by myself...
 125° 
Kawa
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
 107° 
ghost
I never asked to be born
 96° 
Autumn
Strangers with memories
Walking together
Could've at least smiled
But never looked till the end
🍁
It really pains when someone you were very close to... and shared most of your memories with..to walk by you just as a stranger now :(
 91° 
Thinking of You
My mind creates you when you’re not here to hold me.
I dream of you every night.
 86° 
Skittles611
When I'm alone with my
thoughts in the darkness,
  I think of her.
And I wonder.
Then I feel sick.


With guilt
 73° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 63° 
Orakhal
its you

not them
you are missing

be aware
of all feeling
held to the image of another
in your mind

and know
its you not they

requires an adjustment
 57° 
aya
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
 54° 
tranquil
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
circles
I found myself
After many years
Trials and tribulations
Too many tears

Years went wasted
Feeling empty
Lost in despair
Nothing good could be

I lost it all
Nothing to do
In that barren moment
A light shined through
My life nearly gone
Yet I still stood
Was tragedy over
Leaving room for good

I’d been the victim
For far too long
Accepting the sentence
Of everything wrong
Yet in my darkness
The sun did rise
Realizing I’d lived
A series of lies

Carrying the mark
Of sins not mine
Knowing it was time
For the true me to shine
Destiny now in my hands
To shape and create
Shedding all judgment
Even if a bit late

I found myself
After many years
Now living fully
Nurturing my cares
 47° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 43° 
Colm
Don't step to me or dance in bare feet
Climbing ladders to try and see my eyes
Or mountains to find some semblance of my breeze

I'm taller than you, but not by birth
Or by choice or selective meanings, no

My style is tall and trim and sleek
Sharper than steel and whetstone combined

"Where" ask, you've been seized?

I am the stars you cannot keep
The ocean sands you could not settle
And no such gift is equal to mind

This is me (in step)
 42° 
nivek
each poetic venture
a brief light
shooting star
across a silent sky.
 40° 
Eli
youre my sun on the cloudy days.
the chill on a springs breeze.
the flowers lining my house.
youre the beat in my favorite songs.
the birds in the early morning.
youre the beauty in the world.
 37° 
Nyaluelit Kuoth
In this loud world,
....will my silent love be heard.

if not you, who will remember me,
love.
 35° 
Grace
Torn poster of a dead rockstar
the last 10 cents from a fractured piggy jar
broken cardboard spines
old forehead scar
smashed wine bottle
blood stain that will never come clean
I look around my room
I knew we were broken
how the hell did it it get this far
 33° 
Traveler
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
 32° 
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
 32° 
Sav
In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
we
weep.
 29° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 29° 
Sakshi Balla
calm, the way you used to talk me out of all my bad dreams
lovely, the way you used to fight my demons
miss you so much now
 27° 
Dustin
So this is what growth feels like.

Knowing that you are your own castle.
Staying strong to withstand
the test of time,
letting some towers fall
for new ones to rise.

The past months have been
an this endless cycle
of vain destruction and creation
forcing upon myself to bring ruin to my
imperfect castle,
rushing to build anew,
a more refined and elegant masterpiece,
without even getting a chance to enjoy
that once in a lifetime view.
I have to slow down and make the right turns
 24° 
Nicola Pillai
Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, she’d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate
 23° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
 21° 
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
 21° 
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.
 20° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 20° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 19° 
gc
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 19° 
Dahlia
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
 19° 
Thomas W Case
Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.
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