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 820° 
Nadine Peñaverde
shallow water,
the tide would go back in and out
i saw you, you were floating
while me, i just kept sinking down and down
no matter how hard i tried,
i couldn't get up.
 439° 
Philomena
All this emptiness inside
I can't fill the void in my mind
Sometimes I just wanna die
Wish that I could tell you why
Is it all inside my head?
I just can't escape the noise
Is it all inside my head?
I think I'm paranoid
Just like the moon
I shine like a full moon
Once a month...
That's the day ..
When You are with me ...dear!!
Wish you were with me
Everyday ...
To be a full moon every day!!
 282° 
Tea Bland
On days where your bones are heavy
and your hands stay cold,

On days where your brain is overcrowded static
and your heart is sand and dust,

Remember that there is a warm bed
to welcome you home,
and music to soothe the unplaceable ache.
 230° 
Preston Reid
I could write all night with the lamp by my bed shining so bright with no end in sight with all my inner dread there won’t be enough yet said to tell you how much I loved you right there and then
It has been very rough these last few nights
 176° 
Jane
I think in feeling too much, I forgot what it means to feel at all
 152° 
Olivia Bennett
Long awaited you have been
Please don’t make me spin

last year had enough twists and turns
it’s certainly a time that’s been burned

into my brain and the memories of us all
As I am sure you recall

Please do me a favor
I’ll take you as my savior

do not make this year hell
I just want everything to go well

Be the opposite of last year
Let’s create a new frontier

a better future
where you are not the same abuser

2020 striped me of so much
but 2021 it is you that I trust
 88° 
-df
when i said, “leave me breathless”
i didn’t mean for you to unplug my oxygen.
yup.
 82° 
Andrew Rueter
Can art and religion coexist
When art is about asking questions
And religion is about providing answers?
Really proud to have this published in Time of Singing Volume 47 Number 2 Summer 2020 issue.
 72° 
LittleFreeBird
Time is motion       always
Reaching
I am seeking,           falling
Into place,                never  
Going past myself,        grasping,
Slipping through      

empty

space.
 70° 
Riya
the time
i had
with you
was nothing
but luck..
time was
always
a little bit
blunt
maybe too
blunt.
but
oh dear
I'm sorry
I had to
leave
oh-so soon..
too soon.
and
I know
the time
we shared
was oh-so
short.
but
even so
you got to
admit
it was fun..
yeah
oh-so fun.
I haven't wrote in awhile.. so hope you like this one..
also sorry for the edits *-*
...
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 67° 
Maria Hernandez
I will always be there for you
I will always care about you
I will always fight for you
I will always love you

you were never there for me
you never cared, your silence was the key
you never fought for me, instead, you broke me free
you didn't love me, you  never accepted you and me
because you  judged a person I was never meant to be

Someday you'll realize I was there when no one else was.
That I loved you like no other, and I didn't judge you like the others
Makes me wonder, why do I still bother?
We were made with half a soul
In search of our whole
Tamaltuious audacity across Gods earth
Investing blood sweat and tears from birth
Pain it brings when one thinks.
Vadalidation beautiful creation blooms
Edevours paid Wolves on longer yearns, love brings
He found a way to spend eturniry in his moons,
Infinite proclivury
#mrquid
I see love as wolf Costanlty In search of a way to reach his true love the moon
 63° 
Talullah
Voices rise above the rest of night.
He sings a solitary tune.
Howls fill the moonlit air,
Singing only for the moon.
 57° 
Elaine Yu
What can I promise
The rain out of the window
Or the cloud in the sky

What can I promise
The beauty of a flower
Or the firework at night

They all come and go
Leave my dream alone
All I can promise is
God's eternal love
For what I have felt
The serenity and joy
Unlike others
He comes and never say bye
 55° 
Alena Adao
R.I.P to the days where we acted like lovers
to the embrace you gave when things gets harder
to the pain in my tummy which contains laughter
to the jokes we tell others together
to the days when you are like my reminder
to the fast heartbeat everytime you get nearer
Those days are over and we can’t even say hi to each other.
What does this life desire of me,
that it granted and
then removed,
the knowledge of perfection?
leaving me striving,
writhing,
shivering unceasingly,
in my saddened, bursting,
hacking and hackneyed chest
 49° 
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
 49° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 49° 
Laiba
Waking up each day
Seems like a battle I lost
But a victory to the people that care about me
Suicidal
 47° 
ThePoet
I’d rather be mentally instituted
Rather than medically polluted
I’d rather be socially secluded
Rather than emotionally deluded
 45° 
almost efni
move the mountains,
empty the oceans,
flood the deserts
and let me be
happy.

09.07.20
i relapsed.

you said it's not impossible
but it feels so pointless because
and i lost hope a long time ago
 44° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 42° 
Alexis karpouzos
We fall, we fall so fast,
so fast to shadow,
and the skies of love diminishing,
our humanity is not here,
there is no humanity here,
in this vicinity of universe,
the stars are going out.
But you are more than you can see,
a immeassurable soul,
like love to welcome her.
 40° 
Agathis
Sorry im not there for you
Im fighting as well
Im fighting myself
 39° 
jules
we touched each other delicately
exploring every inch
of our hearts and the way
they would beat in sync
 38° 
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
 38° 
Brandon
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
beauty
making things love,
it doesn't mean its love,
its beauty only
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Hk3Ep9ROms&t=94s
 36° 
Rupert Pip
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.
 33° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
 32° 
Amanda Hawk
Always missing
and I desire
to peel away everything
you have become
and consume it
piece by piece
have it run through my veins
and I will become
everything you once were
 32° 
lydia orr
I was suicidal when I was 9.
Open cute little journal
“I hate myself”
Pages 1, 2, 20.

It’s supposed to be hard to care about other people,
Not yourself.

11 when I felt nothing
12 when I asked pain for a visit.
Just one minute of feeling,
Please.

I connect too deeply with my blood.
That’s why we’re best friends.

Or, maybe, I don’t connect deeply enough with her.
With that warm fluid pulsating the individual dance
Of my
And only my
being.
 31° 
Kabelo Maverick
Yesterday,
the World
said I couldn’t
win


Yes, today
I’m a whirlwind,
If you know
What I
mean
.
Maveri©k
#me
 29° 
Vani
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
 29° 
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)
 29° 
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 28° 
lua
the warmth of an embrace
from the depths of her soul
yet slick like oil
and all that slithers
between every crack
and every place
the light touches
in its soft
luminescent
caress
each kiss blooms a delicate blossom
in a garden of words
but withers with the seasons
when she leaves.
 28° 
REY
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.
 27° 
Manvinder Singh
if i may,
where do you live?
where do you breathe?
whence do i seek?

shall i plunder some far-away lands
or, behold the wildflowers sprouting on my roof?
shall i aim the telescope at milky way
or, melt into my love's mellow eyes?

you see, i was told --
poetry arrives donning pieces of the seeker,
pieces long lost, or yet to be found.
HePo -- thanks for the wonderful platform. Yes, it really is a labor of love.
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