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 930° 
ryan brighton
you are not someone i can bury myself beneath.
you are someone i am meant to forget.
disappearing like dew in the morning,
you are not art, as much as i say you are.
 835° 
Katinka
Iยดd like to vanish
in the dark
so when the sun raises
I am gone

I don't want to be
in this world
so when the earth turns
I am gone

I wish to flee
from this life
so when the birds sing
I am gone

I gave up
the hope of morning
so when the moon vanishes
I will too
 552° 
Ciel Noir
we change our plans
hold back our hands

with all our strength
and force of will

we hide away
another day

we tremble
and the Earth stands still
 520° 
Nara
That windy night
I sat down leaning on a tree
And listen to the songs of the rivers till dawn
Not to find peace but to listen the tales of great hunter.
And to know where you walk
As I was one step closer to touch your footsteps.
For my grandpa
 372° 
michael cera
better days,

where i don't tear myself apart.

better ways to find a heart.

bodies drop, a million ways.

find a love within their sway.
 274° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I donโ€™t even know
How to say hi,
 266° 
Richard Barnes
The mother that feeds her starving children with her own flesh.
Handcuffs made of money.
A pregnant earth giving birth to toxic waste.
Starving children fed empty promises
and grow up to be drug addicts and terrorist.
The mind poisoned by fables and lies.
Gifts given for show, taken back by greed.
The poor being robbed of their human dignity.
Love the only cure.
Nakita kita kanina.. kanina lang.

Dumaan ka sa harap ko.. na parang wala lang.

Sabi ko sa sarili ko.. sige na nga, wag na lang.

At sa tingin ko kasi ay baka masayang lang.
 216° 
Tsunami
I was a page in your book of life.
You were a whole chapter in mine.
 177° 
Aimรฉe
I drank the ocean,
Down to the very last drop
But I still feel empty

I stand on the sun
Blind and burning
But the shadows inside remain

I watch the stars turn
In the black of the night
And see my heart reflected
 129° 
Tess
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 119° 
julianna
Monsters donโ€™t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters donโ€™t exist.
 117° 
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 102° 
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 87° 
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
You stripped me down to my last layer

You look right into my soul each time our eyes meet

Just the thought of your name on my lips makes me quiver from head to toe

And now weโ€™re bound together

Soon enough, life-mates
JBH
 79° 
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)
Sooner or later the fire that i love about you is gonna turn my heart into ashes.
 71° 
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
 70° 
r
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
โ€œ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...โ€

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
 62° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am aย ย photographer
I takeย ย my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
 59° 
B L Costello
Social distance,
Staying inside,
I donโ€™t have a fever,
I am drunk and I am high,
God, help us!
Forgive my addiction,
But life feels like science fiction,
I donโ€™t really know how much I can stand,
Between naps I play Rocket Man,
The numbers increase,
We're losing the pace,
I am never going to touch my face

ยฉB L Costello 2020
 58° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 56° 
vera
he tells me
that iโ€™m good
iโ€™m important
iโ€™m loved

she tells me
that iโ€™m kind
iโ€™m funny
iโ€™m sweet

he tells me
that iโ€™m amazing
i'm beautiful
iโ€™m understanding

they all tell me
that iโ€™m easy to love
easy to want
easy to know

i tell myself
that iโ€™m annoying
iโ€™m too much
iโ€™m hard to love

i donโ€™t understand why i canโ€™t see what they see
 54° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
She held my hand
and dried my sweating brow
"I never asked her"

She comforted me when I was alone
and fed me when I was hungry
"I never asked her"

She washed me when I was unclean
and covered me in warm sheets
"I never asked her"

She blew me a kiss when she left
and said I'll see you tomorrow
"I never thanked her"
Nurses, all in a days work.
๐‚๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ โ€“ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ซ, ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ- ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐›๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐‘๐๐€, ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ž๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ž, ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฌ; ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ข๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž, ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐š ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง. [๐‘ซ๐’๐’“๐’๐’‚๐’๐’…'๐’” ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’๐’–๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐‘ด๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’š, ๐‘ป๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’•๐’š-๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’‡๐’•๐’‰ ๐‘ฌ๐’…๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ยฉ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ’ ๐›๐ฒ ๐–. ๐. ๐’๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ฒ]
 49° 
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย to you,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I was
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. โ™ก
 47° 
Born
Life happened
And dust settled on silence
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be heard

But memories
Could be felt
 45° 
Sarah Delaney
When I was younger the quiet scared me,
Demons running wild in my head constantly.
Iโ€™m older now and they cannot ruin me like they once did.
My past demons can no longer touch me,
For I am enough in his eyes.

~sdr
 44° 
PS
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
 44° 
Sol
I reached to the heavens
With a hopeless plea
Knowing full well that these eyes
Are not to shine forever
Fires will die
Birds will fall
And light will vanish
Seize the day.
 42° 
Lily Thebault
I miss the pitter patter
the wake ups
the chit chat
moments of waiting for coffee.
I miss the dread of knowing
this was it
but I was still
I was still in it.
The game I would
make of it
in my head.

The current state of things
just feels
all too familiar.
Thank god for the
music though.
The music brings me
back to
excitement
memories
and life.
Bye E
 40° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 40° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
 40° 
Brent
With corrupted minds and dark souls
These monsters lurk not in the shadows
They hide not under your beds
But within you, they feed on your sorrows
Found this one scribbled on one of my old planners, this must be a product of the 3 am sad hour (based on the time I wrote there)
 39° 
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 39° 
Ruheen
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
 39° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 38° 
The Foody One
I love You because
you're like
Poetry to me -

filling up my lungs
with fresh, thin breeze;

I love You because
you make my Heart
skip a beat -

for it can't take
this drumming - crazy -
that's growing inside of me.
 37° 
Acme
You make me dance.
I'm not a dancer.
You make me sing.
I'm not a singer.
You make me your lover.
I'm not anyone's lover.
I'm not Pinocchio.
I'm a real boy.
You pull strings of my heart
and I love you for it.
 37° 
Natalie
Lonely
I am so lonely
I push everyone away
But I surely want you to stay
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