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 2750° 
Gulishta
Someone asked me today ...
       Do you even remember what it's like to fall in love that early in your life.?...
       "you were just a kid with out of reach dreams ...with an innocence about life that only be stolen with coming years and experience ".
       Do you even remember??

I actually don't remember. ..
     When you turn into my home?...
      When I first started noticing you?...
       When you become the core to my existence? ..
         When you stood out among the rest?
I don't remember. ..
         When or why I started craving the arguments we used to have?
          When you became the highlight of the day?
          Why I always went back to you?.
          When you became the centre of my gravity?.
I don't remember. ..

I just remember. ..
    That we used to live across the street from each other.
    That I grew up in your family as a member.
     That you were an aloof personality.
     That once I called you an arrogant with hostility.

I remember. ..
     Crying my eyes out on your shoulder. ..when the world was closing down.
I remember. ..
     Being surprised by your fierceness and the strength of your arms.
I remember. ..
     You pulling me upward and keeping me together...when my heart's about to gave out.
I remember. ..
    Losing myself but finding you in the end.
I remember. ..
    Being crazy scared about your reaction when I found the courage to confess.
I remember. ..
    Coming home when you said yes.
Ahh...when I was kid I used to think that its such a cliché when people say that they wanna go back in their lives and live childhood again..
Now I'm the walking talking prime example of that...
Some days are good ....some are bad...it fluctuate with the wavelength of the motion set inside my heart. .
 1729° 
alanie
that boy with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
haiku!
 690° 
Adrian S
And we keep waiting,

waiting for our lives to begin,

when in fact they have already begun
 668° 
zz
In the darkest hour
Just before the dawn
My mind goes wild
Flies far away
Above the sky

Where my fingertips tickle
The little hairs on your neck
Where your smiling eyes
Read me between the lines

In that special place
Over the clouds
You wait for me

I believe

The same way I wait here
For you
To arrive
 352° 
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
 250° 
Tear of the Clouds
Magdelena morning light
sweet soul of pink and papaya hues
but blankets mountains in dream like blue
tortilla moon meets melon sun
and birds bid me stay and watch
as flowers gently rouse and softly yawn
like lovers who need not leave their bed
 179° 
Syed Younas
Such a morning
I haven’t witnessed
In which
The bird
Doesn’t sing
His daily
Adoring
Breakfast calling

Such a morning
I haven’t witnessed
Where the sound
Of lighters flick
Isn’t present
And the soft crackle
Of tobacco
Isn’t
Pleasant
Hi there reader, do you like this little poem?
I look at you
and the feeling in my chest
is a delightful pain
I look at you
and my heart jumps
it lunges for your throat
 152° 
Anastasia
colors flashing
beneath my lids
open them up
and i see blackness
hallucinogens
would be better than this
i don't understand
tell me what this is
kaleidoscopes
behind my eyes
ever-changing
like colored skies
someone, please explain
all these flashing colors
are bringing me pain
something's happening
these hues are breathing
pulsing and repeating
help me escape
gives me come cover
drape my sight
take away the colors
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 137° 
Mrs Anybody
and i am
sitting
in my bed
listening
to this song
which
makes me
think
about you
part 10
 107° 
beau
#32
I changed the password to my account.
 100° 
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.
 90° 
Ilonka
That night you looked a little different, your face was silent, your eyes were gloomy. I felt your soul heavy and I didn't know how to say "I'm here!"
I felt you were watching me, but I knew you didn't really see me.
I would have liked to nest in your soul, or better to have exchanged souls to know each other inside out.
I don't want to hug you anymore only if you love me...
It might not be the right thing to do,
But it's the thing I wanna do.
And even though it would be better for me,
I can't live knowing I had this option too.
A poem every day.
17-11-19
 70° 
insanewriter
We weren’t lovers
We weren’t haters
We weren’t friends either
But all we did was long to see each other ,just how the sun awaits the moon’s arrival;
I'm a slub on the selvedge,
A fish in flooded fields
Hammering on water
A sower of sins and seeds.

The day seems longer,
Than the night.
I'm jellied in moulds
Shaking outta sight.

I've jumped into a corner
With death, still, so far away,
Listening to the dialing tone
Holds and leads me astray.

I'm a slub on the selvedge
The patterns just a blur.
Searching for long lost threads
That weave back to the way we were.
about being disconnected
 63° 
Babatunde Raimi
Me
I lost myself
Living in a prison of your creation
But when I found me
I found beauty and zest
 61° 
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
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 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

compare yourself
 61° 
shogunzoe
God's favorite work.
Sent from birth to grace the earth.
Unlimited worth.
Original:
She's heavens envy.
Elegant but inner self
is a mystery.
 60° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 57° 
Chris Neilson
I will give you rest
come unto me you weary
find peace perfect peace
I have turned some words read on a gravestone today into a haiku.
 57° 
Emily
Of course I care
How can I not?
I am designed to love you
 53° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
Each
Day
I
Pray
To slay
My depression.
Never been a quitter,
But I’d like to quit this obsession.
This obsession with my sadness.
And with my social status.
It’s like I fetishize the madness
Endlessly raging
Inside of my soul.
And I swear I don’t have
A place to just go
And lay low
For a while.

A place where I don’t
Have
To
Fake
A
Smile.
As the call ended
So did we
Between our phones
Not only the connection broke
But also the hearts,
that were connected as well
Marker
 48° 
s
my parents taught me
opposites don’t just attract
they also connect

.
love
a feeling you’ve never felt before
hard times don’t last. Overcome.
 47° 
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!
 45° 
sheila sharpe
cold numbs my fingers
dries my skin
freezes with the blight of uncertainty
all of my soul within
darkness is its ally
slyly insinuating
dulling all understanding
complicit in
a shutdown of the senses
clouding with hopeless tears
my eyes bright lenses
 43° 
Jon Thenes
ever so clever

the wind toys with the weather

observing 'god' sway
 43° 
sunshine
if feeling could write,

if emotions could paint,

we'd all be drowning

in acrylic and ink
not that you'd
ever read this but
I hope you do


xoxo
-sunshine
Cold
Knee deep in icy waters
Shivering
But surrounded by fire
Screaming
No way to help
Running
But no way out
 41° 
WildFire
Let me go, like letting the ribbon slip through your fingers; watching your balloon dance in the breeze before disappearing into the clouds.
 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.
 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° 
Micah Gerdes
I am tongue-tied
And I hesitate
To ask you
What I need of you

I was a tad hurt before
That is true
But I don't see pain in you
I see a brightness

I want to take the leap
 36° 
yasmin
Life is the
ripples we create
by skipping stones
in the sea.

Some of us
are still searching
for that
perfect stone.

While others
have found ways
to perfect even the
roughest of stones.
 36° 
Ariana Bagley
In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

Now read from bottom to top.
October 29, 2019 (9:47 PM)
 35° 
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
 34° 
Kafka Joint
Once upon a time
Everything was fine,
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time.
 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.
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