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 653° 
Moonicorn
Purpose -

is it a pose and a purr
or a purple rose,

in both cases it's lacking an
R.

Are
we
online
or on
inline skates
to too well known fates?

What's true connection
while there's degradation
used as the causation for cash,

blamed for feeling like trash?

Turn around,

trash can only be
in the existence of its concept.

I feel
displaced
and restless
in this test of a rest
arresting intuitive attraction
to the best that could have ever been had.

A touch despite
pain,
free of validation.

If I could,
I'd cry,
instead it leaves a sigh
into another night.
 207° 
Ciel Noir
one by one
storms come down and wash away
all my rough edges
 179° 
maria
we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine
written on November 22, 2019
 150° 
ry
the way your hair bounces
and the way your face's creases appear
when you smile
i love your stoicness and indifference
a sea of still sparkles
your perfume envelopes me
like a hug—
a letter of invitation for my hand
to crash into yours
like a baby bird failing to fly
your voice is an annoying song
that i've put on repeat
you're warm,
i think.
but how would i really know
you're art meant to be
admired from afar
 128° 
floW
D reams are more existent than reality
E ach of us experiences more pain than happiness
A ll trauma is equal
T raumatic experiences are more important than joyous ones
H ealing is inevitable, and yet impossible.
 111° 
Lona kadir
Have you ever had the kind of a feeling
Of
You dying and yet not being able to scream it out!?
Of
You bleeding but the skin won’t let it out!?
Of
You trying to survive but the barriers keep shutting you down!?
Of
You trying to move but your feet won’t move one step forward?
Of
You shattering but the pieces won’t break fine.
Of
You smiling but the cells keep your mouth tight
Of
You tearing apart
But the body yet tries to survive?
Have you ever.
When the feelings tend to be unpredictable, you write them down instead.
 109° 
Jessica Patrick
Love is pointless,
worthless,
and cheap.
Three words,
uttered,
purchased too easily.
It's exhausting,
dangerous,
and empty.
Love hurts,
painful,
basically scalding.
It's fire,
passionate,
put out with a simple breeze.
 96° 
Amanda
he said
you sleep here every night
you should leave
a toothbrush
at my place


i said
you’re sweet
but no
...
my morning breath
smells like
independence

...
i like being
on my own
 96° 
milkweedangel
no
having to tell you no
made me hate myself
in a way i never had before
 87° 
atticus wilson
Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder
 81° 
Najla
Mother
was the first
to steal
my innocence

Death
will be my last
silent cry
to regain
my purity
Today was the first time I uttered the words child ****** abuse followed by the word mother. And the first time I cry in front of my therapist. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but death will.
 79° 
Dianna
You're free they say he's gone for good.
Reliving the pain will you do you no good.
You don't have to fear him now that he's gone.
His life is over, and your life is long.
I can't stop the nightmares that go back to the day.
Where my favorite uncle took my childhood away.
Shhh keep it a secret to protect this man,
if only as parents they did what they can.
No they were Drinkers, and our life was wild.
So today I mourn him not him but the loss of a child.
 74° 
ymmiJ
similar shading
in our multi colored land
God made us the same
 73° 
Danielle L Cook
he said it was lust
that took over his brain
he said he was sorry
for causing me pain
he said that hes done
and it wont happen again
he said this all last time
its just part of a game
darker side of my thoughts warn me not to believe him, to fear and feel insecure, but thats not love.. and i want to believe him.
 73° 
Sofia Hinojosa
composed of silence; a graceful heart dances.

you went to me; spoke words that weren't revolting. my heart breaking away from its old quiet ways.

the angels in heaven sang a hopeful song to cherish that a lovely day.

the next day the storm came, and washed it all away. the love, the heart, but the silence came to stay. the floodgates from down below break loose and my hearty heart heart cries in the shadows of sanctimonious.

the world ended that day. for i nor no one else expected what a vigorous storm. my hands shaking with the satin tears. fast as they fell.

the storm rushing from the floodgates of hell.
No longer am I
afraid of the sun, let its
rays turn me golden
I don't need to hide anymore
 56° 
annie
so here's the thing:
I am always performing but
only for you.
       I give you my heart, that is raw and burning
while we lie on the floor face to face but you look away
       and wish for hers.

I want you to see me
and see.
marvel at my one untied boot.
I want you to see me.
smile at my chipped nail polish.
I want you to see me
and notice the one curl on the nape of my neck.
          I want you to see me and see.

Look at your heart.
I know it reflects someone else but
god what I would give
for you to watch my lips like I watch yours.
 53° 
Ragna
It's all too much to handle
The memories of her
The memory of her death...
It's all too much to handle
 53° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 49° 
joe machetto
a single moonbeam
no matter to
the jowly cat

busy with
so many stars
in the plum
of night
 49° 
Nicole
At the precipice of

Feeling so utterly

And frankly

Alone.

Teetering between

Between

Escaping reality

Or

Reminding myself

Of the magic with

Dancing leaves.
 47° 
Jason James
It's only 5:08,
Not too late to sit back and get high.
I don't have to be ready till my listers sisters wedding a  830 in the morning so why don't we try.
I value your time.
 46° 
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 42° 
nivek
something turns the aged coils of mind
-to flip an idea into art

a poet is reborn to be reborn
-within each coil of their song

snake minded eating the forbidden
-we trudge into our past

coming back with a handful
-of experience, denial, and mysterious calm.
 41° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 40° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 40° 
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
 39° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 38° 
Clark
he flew too high
and the sun cast him down
but if he had flown any lower
the sea would have swallowed him up
 38° 
Richard Barnes
My heart of many rooms,
dreams, thoughts, tears, regret, lives gone, love felt,
all filled with words and things, feelings.

Feel the spirits of love and dear people i have met
remembered with kindness...
these love fill rooms of the heart.

Torch the fuel of a final good by...    
illuminate by memories gone by
People love and live here with no breath
shared only by words...  their torch burned out...
Yield to death... good night and say good-by.

A heart of many empty rooms
broken dreams, dark tears
and deep emotions loom.

torch the fuel of a final good -by
illuminated by memory,
the people i have loved...and why
they all live in the heart’s empty rooms
shared only by words...  the torch burns...
only the darkness says good night
forgetful darkness; a final good by.
I don't remember writing this piece but it is in my notes.
 34° 
alanie
that boy with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
haiku!
 34° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
 33° 
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.
 33° 
Valentin
My sunset is
Your sunrise
I feel far from you and
I miss you, my sunshine
10.09.19
 33° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 32° 
FOD
You speak impetuously
Daggers form on your tongue
They cut me open and leave me shaking.

I have my thoughts
You give them truth
I can taste your feelings in your kiss
 32° 
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 32° 
Klita
there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak
 31° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 29° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
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