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 315° 
Charlie Dog
her voice has
a physical presence in the air
like wafts of silk paper
or the flap of (a) butterfly's wings
something delicate and smooth
calm waters
naught a ripple

i am quiet with awe.
 169° 
Erin Asuncion
Together for almost 3 years,
And always crazy with fierce,
Friendship like Glue,
Can I trust you?,

Working for 1 year,
Like sisters we cheer,
But silence appeared,
Now I fear,

You kept your distance,
And so did I,
A secret you cant keep,
Had broken me from inside,

I can't say a word,
Not even a "hello",
I can't trust you no more,
Cause I can't seem to find a reason anymore,
I wrote this in the van on my way to work, something for a friend I thought I could trust but not
 162° 
Kai
suicidal as defined
by depressing thoughts
and tendencies to death
I do not define myself

but to gentle apathy
wishing nonexistence
and in bed till three
is what I will be

what do you call me
if I don't want to die
but simply cease to be
from any and all reality
I never wanted to die, only to never exist in the first place.
 160° 
uselace
i have so much love,
for the world
for people
and no one
to take it
the greeks would call it agape
 116° 
Star BG
Inside a sleepless night
the silence speaks loudly.
Sensitivities are heightened
while cells open feeling nights energies.
Moon shines full, vibrating in song.
while clouds drift playing peek-a boo
with the stars.
And time slows
bringing forth opportunities
to wonder.

Inside a sleepless night, I sit
riding  waves of moment
opening heart so I feel my soul.
A night where I am wide awake at 5AM
 111° 
Lizzie Matthias
like the snap of a finger,
the flick of a wrist.
a good day
can change
just
like
that.
 109° 
JAW
Pencils on paper
People talk about the parties later
but you’re wearing a blue stripped shirt today
And I can’t help but notice
 109° 
Jack
Equinoctial blaze of fire
Evaporates
the
Light,
but meet hand in hand
halfway during
the rise
of
twilight.
If you could stay any longer,
the blaze would fade
and you would conquer.

- i feel much warmer in the presence of your night.
 100° 
pseudnco
i took your eraser and rubbed the poem i wrote for you away.

it was near dawn when i wrote our "i love you" on both sides.

i still haven't given it back.

.
.
.

maybe next period.
you're unreachable at arm length. i want your attention, please know that i'm here.
 85° 
leano
Suicide aint it chief
 74° 
BJ Donovan
Promises of treasured recognition
if your brilliant poem is picked
from the crowded field as first rate.
Award is 3000. Entry fee is 20 bucks.
Hmm. I think I'll start a contest. It seems lucrative?
 70° 
OLIVE KROSS
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
 69° 
Malia
It’s blue sparkle
Strikes my eye
Glowing over the marble rock
Of the Universe
It’s so beautiful
It makes me cry
The light reflects
Off the surface of Time
Not wet
But still liquid
Liquid Time
I like the thought of that
Liquid Time
A waterfall
Falling
Falling
I want to stand under
The stream of Time and the Universe.
New collection called Time and the Universe.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/31210/time-and-the-universe/
 57° 
Masha Yurkevich


I am human.

I make mistakes.

I learn.

I fail.

I succeed.

I am not perfect;
nor do I want to be.

I want to be free.

I want to be different.

I want to be unique.

I want to stand out.

I am me.


And the best you can be is yourself.
If only I could truly love,
If only I had trust,
If only I opened and talked,
If only I expressed tears,
If only I ignored the fake,
If only I ripped off the dark,
If only I killed Lies in my heart,

I wouldn't have lost you.
I'm sorry.

I love you.
After finish reading, please try reading from the end.
 50° 
Grace E
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
 48° 
Lila Timberwolf
No more tears for me.
Rap and punching
Pain is my new relief.
You could have been my star
But guess what, you did not want
You slipped from my sky
You slipped from my chaos
could eat us alive
I needed to slip from it too
but you did not come back
and that's good.

I gave you my heart,
I felt it helplessly all the time
I could not understand
what went on most of the time
but my heart was rotten
this I didn't know
I was gifting you my all
but my all was venomous
but my all was wrong
it wasn't enough!
but it is all I have
please lovers take my hand
this broken heart
is all I really can have
it mends on its own
it needs no nurse or doc
just eyes...and hands
and love,
and love,
and love,
that word I cannot stand
that word I really don't understand
what we crave
what makes us great
salvation in a trap
the hidden treasure
that we obtain in magic,
fabulous ways
 44° 
Napolis
Your shadow
follows
behind you like
a prisoner
of your
past.

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly
dying..

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty
walls.

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on
fire.

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to
understand.

that at
thirty eight
might cover
her heart
like a
blanket.

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
too."
 43° 
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.
 41° 
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.
 41° 
japheth
you’re not

unworthy

of love.

they weren’t

just worthy

of yours.
 40° 
sara
I'll wait for you like she could have

I'll protect you like she should have.

I'll fix that heart of yours that she shattered.

I'll love you.

Just let me treat you like you deserve,
and i'll love you as long as you let me.
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Revised
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I still haven't been
Able to submit a photo

What the Actual
Living
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 37° 
Mystic Ink Plus
You
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In
My
Mind
Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Different
Calm to ears
 36° 
Megan Joseph
love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love,
i might overdose.
Is it punishment
To serve or to die
Hide from the reality
In house we built to make us cry
 36° 
Infamous one
Step up to mic
Dk what to say
Make it inspirational
Empowered to motivate
Positive message in the struggle
Rise above hate not losing faith
will not be consumed by misery
Focused on greatness on a lonely road
Not be determined by others fate
 36° 
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.
 34° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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.
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 32° 
Graff1980
I am as fit as a fractured fiddle,
with my wooden cords galore
that don’t make a sound anymore,
and a neck like wet cardboard
that is ready to fold and fall
on the bathroom floor.
 32° 
Cecelia
It's there, I can see it
I can feel it pulling me

Disaster and disappointment
Can only discourage me for so long

Because the sun's radiance is there
I can feel it driving me towards
Success
9/16/2019
Cecelia C.
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 31° 
xxx
Skinny inhale
On my cigarette
In the dark
In the light
Of the ashes
On the floor.
 30° 
rachel
Write on me
Score my skin with graphite
Tell me you care
While carving me up
Like a roast pig
Cry your sorry
Till the salt falls in these wounds
 30° 
savspoetry
rereading our old messages
is like opening a closed wound
i cant believe I let you talk to me like that
 30° 
August
He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.
 29° 
D Letwixt
I've disappeared into myself
And reality seems
.
.
.
.
.
.
distant
 29° 
eight
eye: hi, sky
sky: bye, eye


hit with the sun.
 28° 
hullzy
i would give you
all the stars,
all the planets,
just to see that smile
again.
 28° 
sandra wyllie
can give life
and one person
and take life away

One Person
can create
a beautiful masterpiece
or destroy the hope and joy
in a child’s loving, trusting face

One Person
can build this country up
or tear this country down
One vote
can make the difference
as to our future
if that vote is sound

One Person
can change your life
forever –
if given the permission to

One Person
can do many things

One Person
is you
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