Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
Logan Robertson
Sally has a Santa Claus crush
On the eve she begain to blush
T'was that time of year
Stockings filled with cheer
With his gifts she came to trust

Logan Robertson

Sally paints her Santa with a smile.

8, 8, 5, 5, 8
michael cera
your hair in wind,
the quiet friend,
our broken trends,
we sat on steps,
with book ends.

i was just as scared as you,
ready, willing, played the fool,
i loved you too,
i said it first,
i swear it's true.
but where were you.
its been nearly a year
and it's finally time
but i can't help feeling
that i'm betraying you
never assume you are Adam's exclusive forbidden fruit
you might only be an ingredient in his exotic fruit salad

- - - - -

forbidden love is but the flesh of the fruit
over the skin runs forbidden tears
and in the kernel hides forbidden hurt

- - - - -

when the fruit
the forbidden fruit
became sweeter than Eve

Adam said
the woman You gave me
caused the bite from the fruit
Dining in the dark is dangerous. If it can't be eaten by daylight... fast.
Raj Bhandari
There are many people,walking
what kinda city,no one is talking
around !!
i feel numb,
                           ­            o        
     ­                                                      g
                                                        ­    d  a  y  s    i n t o  a  w a s t e  
                                                            b­ i n, w r a p p i n g  p l a s t i c  
                                                            b­ a g s   i n  a  b o w, 
                                                            c­ o n c e a l i n g  t h e  u g l y  
                                                            w­ i t h  a n  e m p t y  s e a s h e l l,  
                                                            c h a n g i n g   t h e i r  l e n s e s 
                                                            f o r  d i s t o r t e d  g l a s s e s,
                                                            r o s e - c o l o u r e d  f o r  
                                                            s­ o c i e t y,    f e i n i g n i n g  
                                                            h­ a p p i n e s s  f o r  m i s e r y,
                                                            c l o s i n g  w a s t e  b i n s  f o r
                                                         f a m i l y,  s e a l i n g  t r a s h c h u t s
                                                          f o r  m y  a c t, b o l t i n g  d o o r s
                                                         f o r  m y  s a n i t y, w a s t i n g  
                                                           a  w  a  y  f o r  t h a t  v o i c e,   t
                                                               ­                                             h
                  ­                                                                 ­                  r
                                                                ­                             o
                                                                ­                   w
                                                                ­            i
                                                   ­                 n
                                              ­             g  
                                                   ­        l i f e   a w a y   f o r  s i m p l e
                                                           c o w a r d i c e        
                                                       ­    i  f e e l  n u m b
Fiona FJ
Jingle bell, and bell ring for ten times,
We run and stay in the hall,
Remembering the day we must decorate the christmas tree,
And we as kid try to get attention of parent that gone mad,
No one can say the three times lie, and someone get to know your motive,
We run and say nice things to enjoy Christmas.

Jingle bell, and bell ring as everyone get into the mall,
The church full of people to fill in and celebrate,
We as kid feel dramatic at the front door,
We as kid know nothing but fun so we take lead,
The christmas’s joy burst and we laugh together sharing the jokes.
even the darkest minds can drip gold;
pink roses can bloom behind ****** chain link fences,
as leaves can stay orange as they float in puddles reflecting gray.

there’s always stars in the dark.
ok okay
Eyes to oblivion
The pain will always fade
Mind will go away for a while
And come again when it rains
Dreams will never feel the same
They will bore as much as life
Inspiration will expire
You will not desire
Life will never feel the same
Some things can change your whole outlook on life. Little or small. One thing or multiple things. They can all make you feel numb. Writing helps break this barrier.
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
I dream big, I stumble and Fall!
I think big, I hustle and fail!
Take your case on another level, do you pray?
Every day is an opportunity to humble yourself and pray.
Lord Knows, Humble yourself and pray, no time to waste;
No time to think bad, dream big, praise him, no time to waste.
Lord knows, this is the God of day one, what an experienced man.
Beware of these people with their herbs, trust the many calendars man.

No side deal with the devil (indeed!), humble yourself and pray.
I’m talking to you as a prophet, success without prayer;
Is nothing before the eyes of the lord, humble yourself and pray
Any success must grow your spiritual life, do you hear me
Lord Knows (indeed!), Thanks God for seeing another day!
He is a great God, He thinks big, humble yourself and praise him.

Written By: The Senior 06/12/2019
-The Difference
I still have it in me.
I still have the urge.
This rage I'm feeling.
Its me resisting to fight.

The gods know it.
The demons feel it.
The angels fear it.
I can't fight it.

The power to fight for you,
Would he greater then the Heathen Army itself.
But where's my chance?
Who can I fight?

The ravens scourge the battle field.
In search of the Goddess.
Trying to find that pretty sparrow.
Ears open to the sirens song.

But all they could find is a blinded Medusa.
Snakes can bite,
But she can turn no one to stone.
Medusa refuses to fight, unless its for you.
Sam Ciel
My heart
Is breaking
But it can be repaired

My soul
Is weeping
For all the times we shared

My mind
Is shaking
Now that we are done


My life
Will still
Go on

And maybe one day
When the skies aren't grey
And we've gone our ways
And the darkness fades

Maybe one day when my heart beats new
And my soul sings too,
And my mind is fine
That's when I'll meet you.

Maybe one day
Maybe one day
Maybe one day
We'll meet
No edits.

Keep writing.
Like the dawn
The glorious sunrise
Pinkish hues awash with silent beiges
And the sun
Is a fiery orb
Coloring life into every living thing

I feel the new
With my breath
In and out
And I think of the ocean
The powerful ocean
I can feel it within my heart,
The waves rumbling through my veins

I can see the new
In not so distant visions
Of a future full of growth
I’ve healed so much
And yet there’s more
More of the new
I open my doors
Let it all in
All the gloriously soothing beauty
Of life’s simplest pleasures
Healing me

There’s been a crack made in my lifelong illusions
I’m beginning to feel clarity, and not confusion
Saying yes yes yes
To more beauty.
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
Allie Pine
Bad girls cry
Angel tears.
In the gathering,
Heard more people talk about love
That claims and owns    
Than peace.
Lost in those words was their world
That could move faith and loyalty
To shape their beliefs,
Found future lines,
Seek permanence
That peace gives.
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
I wander through the dark mist of a place that no one else can see.
Each breath I take is my own; a tonic to the poison that is reality.
I shut off my ears and drift in the waters of my sadness.
The ache in my heart is the sextant that guides my journey.
This is a map of loneliness and I am the cartographer; forever designing worlds that no one else can enter;
Yet each night I cry myself to sleep wishing that someone would break through the veil that imprisons me here.

I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
Marrianna Flores
Shackled, and chained.
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
I'M stuck between "i really want to talk to you" vs "I really need to get over you."
Christa Ziegler
A moment
Beyond the people
Beyond the manufactured noise
Beyond the cement and plastic landscape

Armed with pepper spray for the bears
And a knife for the boys
Just in case
I run my hands over the world
I was only 10 the day you took my innocence,
Unknowing of your evil intent
I trusted your sneaky smile
your deceitful words
I remember the feeling of your hands around my neck,
The way you held me down
It against my will
I tried to stop you
I was too weak
just a kid
And I cried out to you to stop,
But you didn’t.
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
In the midst it feels like falling
The mind flooded
Lungs tight and fears high
ANXIOUS are we?
I'm feeling poetic
So I sit down in the brown stairs
To scribble a few words
But alas my brain loses control
My heart takes over
And I run to him
And my poem ends there
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.
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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

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

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
All I want
Isn’t money or fame

All I want
Is to some of you might sound cheesy

But what I really want
Is to hear

“You’re a good daughter”
And that
Is enough for me.
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.
I'm angry
I really am

I'm angry
but more than that I want to break down at every second of the day and night
and the worst part is you aren't even capable of saying you're sorry

I'm angry
I'm angry when you mope around the house like this wasn't your fault
Like you didn't endanger every person that tried to get close to you
Like you haven't tried to blame everyone else around you before taking any responsibility for your actions

I'm angry
I want you to tell me the truth
To look into my eyes and tell me you never cared about any of us

I'm angry
I really am
Lamar Cole
When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.
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.
silence can be so loud.
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.
Eric Pratt
I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
Next page