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 857° 
Oskar Erikson
pop
draw, across my collarbone
the length of your tongue.
all there is to taste in your mouth, is home
and all i am is chewing gum.
 430° 
Chiquita
I looked in the mirror
and saw this girl
There she stood looking ever so tired.
She had messy hair
and patches under her eyes;
She looked at me
and I could see pain she disguised.
I didn't even recognize her at first ;
Then I looked a little closer
And I saw a warrior ever so strong.
She's didn't save anyone but herself.
She saved her own self
from the clutches of the demons,
The demons that played with fire.
Everyday was a battle but she never gave up.
Here she is standing stronger than ever.
My own reflection, that's me;
I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.
I'm a warrior, both brave and strong.
The girl in the mirror is who I wanna become.
 350° 
Sasa Milivojev
I will quench my thirst on water spring
I will recall bygone memories
Will awaken Sahasrara chakra
With Heavenly lustre from above
I shall join the Light in Glory with Love
That in luminosity its way will find
Bringing Peace to the Spirit of Mankind.




Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
visit: www.sasamilivojev.com
 322° 
Mark
I feel it.
Everything.
I feel it.
Deep inside.
I hear the shadows,
And taste the light.
I feel it.
The crushing weight
And the transcendence
Of existence.
My skin, my flesh
Cannot contain this
Velcroed spirit.
I feel it all.
 299° 
Adrasteia
Love
Is a lost language
 199° 
Amanda
the audience gasped in disbelief
wondering where she went
how the loudness of her spirit
went silent before their eyes


no one will ever know
because a magician never reveals her
demons
no one at work knows
i think about jumping
from our 21st floor

all they know is i show up on time
and wear pink blazers
 173° 
prince
how did i manage to let you
let someone see right through me
 173° 
sehnaz khan
Dark nights
              wild thoughts
 145° 
Jaiden
Life is hard,
Sometimes unliveable
 123° 
J J
One day the moon will stop.
    Settling it's last motion unto eternal stillnes;
   And the ground will quake, craters will rattle

And we'll lift like lanterns, light as lit matchsticks
  As we rise to the final night sky.
   Joining the ranks of stars forever stillborn.

The oceans will quiver along one last circlet
  In ode to their past life and the lives they lived through,
   And we will look down at our old skin...

         Never feeling ready enough to properly reincarnate;
 117° 
Katie
Happy Birthday
that's it
A year later and older
So much has happened
During that year , we laughed and cried
But here one year later and older
It all has changed
I can here you laugh down the hall
But I haven't seen you in a month
Who knows what changed
Between 10-20-2018 and 10-20-2019
I know I shouldn't
But I miss you and
Happy Birthday
 107° 
Mark
Exit Reds
Entry Rules
Roaming Blacks
Forming Blues
Fuming Whites
Looming News
Little Rock Blues
Blacks now have rights
Racism In Little Rock Ends
Can we all now, just relax?
 105° 
Ty Katsarelis
Parched tongues
Brittle lips
Begging to drink
The bathwater
Falling from your skin
 80° 
Zoe G
it feels nice to

think

that you love me
 79° 
exist
do you still remember all the advice i gave you
even though i did the opposite?
i’m sorry i failed you
 79° 
Luiz
My Beloved Queen

blessed
I ascended as your kingdom's fool

blissed
I descend invoking your laugh
in ridicule

thank you
 76° 
irises
purest flowing clarity
resembling the innocence of a child's soul
lies in the muddiest and cloudiest
rivers

within us all.
it flows within our veins

if you only let the light shine through.
He says "Can we meet?"
And the drums of doom
the possibility of sweet sin
blur my eyes, make me dream in the daylight
But what about that?
I've been feeling wrong
so he turns up at the gates of my world

A certain drum roll inside of me
A song I know from years ago
I am not supposed to dance to it
I don't even like the beat no more
But God I am stuck
And I fantasize about his lips on mine
now it's drought time
about he would tell me
Dear I always loved you
I cannot keep to myself
all the things you make me feel
both heart and body

It's a male siren's song
It's my personal devil's call
But I light up and I fall
I'd better simply ******* to his thought
But it simply pops and stings with no content
yet he poisons my heart
Yet it is not their fault
I threaten to go dry again
But I will flood the doors open

He stirs the poetry in me
does he distill?
I got rid of him
but he is a cotton cloud, is he the Sun?
I claimed he was one

He was everything
now he is just something
and we are moving
towards something, whatever it is
budding

He says "eat me"
like a cupcake for sweet teeth
I don't really want him
I am stuck
I needed poetry
to realize my luck

You are a fantasy
but you are deadly
You are a reflection of me
but the love and the days we shared,
they were ******* real
 73° 
Vivi
he's here

and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow
 72° 
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.
 64° 
kell
ask me where I want to go
"I dont know"
Ask me if its okay to stay and sleep
"I dont know"
Ask me where I want to eat
"I dont know
Ask me if i want to leave
"i dont know
Ask to hold my hand
"yes"
Ask to kiss me
"yes"
ask to date me
"yes"
Ask to love me
"yes"

im indecisive with everything but you i just want you
kiss me like you want to be loved
 62° 
BJ Donovan
I find beauty where none exists.
  Everything in my world is either
  on fire or smoldering or cold ash.
  Love is smoke and always on a breeze
  just out of reach. I was born with
  a broken heart and tears in my eyes.
  There might be a god but I've never
  laid eyes on it. Guilt is always on
  my shoulder whispering in my ear.
  I believe in Santa, saints and miracles.
 57° 
Nao
Heaven was when you understood
 57° 
Emma Price
Oh, my dear
please calm my fear
by staying near
as the demons jeer
and the ghosts leer
whisper in my ear
when the coast is clear
~much love
 55° 
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.
 53° 
sunday
If you can still feel it-
The warm wind that rushed into our lungs,
while we drove straight into an inevitable
iron judge-
Please let me know.

Because your deadly silence
pulls the green, rancid thoughts out of my mind-
Prioritizing comeback-arguments and
glass-shattering-jealously
over our lost harmonies and simplicities.

To open my eyes,
To remove the black and white filters of staged Polaroids,
To realize the naïveté of dying campfires,
And to strip the layers of paint from our canvas,
Calls for forgiveness.
Forgiving you.
Forgiving me.

It calls for change and allowing the dams I’ve
artificially placed immeasurable love into,
to wither,
So the natural rivers can flow.
To allow the ecosystem to thrive.

To move on-
I put on my old sweater.
It smells of loneliness, heavy browns, and protection-
A wall to my heart.

Please forget the combination to the lock on my dreams,
If you can hear my silent tears.
I beg of you in the key of F major.
I miss you L.L.
 51° 
JR Morales
I thought your eyes I could dismiss,
And your smile I wouldn't miss,
But I still feel your lips
Giving me a permanent marker kiss
 51° 
Briscoe
To think artists live what they say
Is as foolish as child's play
Or make believe.
"Eilish and Finneas "like to completely make up things and become characters" and "have songs that are really fictional".[54] Eilish said a number of the songs also derive from her and Finneas' experiences."
-Wikipedia
 48° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 48° 
Lamar Cole
The night was made for romance.
In the night our two hearts dance.
Under the stars our lips touch.
In the garden your embrace means so much.

The night was made for love.
Our hearts cooing like a white dove.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.

The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.
I'm not picking
up
phone calls from
you,
because I don't
have
anything more to
say.
The National - About Today
 47° 
Níla
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
 43° 
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!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!
 42° 
Julianna
Shambling legs
And tired eyes
Fake smiles
And lovely lies
 41° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 41° 
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.
 40° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 39° 
Cameron
Your words glide
Over my
Heart like a
Skater skates
On ice lakes.

Slowly you
Wear me down;
Carve your words
Onto my
Heart with blades.

One time you
Will cut through
And fall in
Through the crack
That you made.

You will try
To climb out,
But you are
Stuck in the
Void with me.

Now you'll know
Just the harm
That a few
Words can cause.
Can't you tell?
Crystal, Silver, and Diamonds
if i give my life to you,
would You love me too?
Shimmer Glisten that Ivory
i lose my religion to you
to make me beautiful
the Lights are Shinning
Brighter than lightning
my One True Love is here
Shattered the atmosphere
I'm dressed to the nines in Him
head to toe striking
my One true Love is here
Mr. Velveteen
 36° 
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.
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