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 515° 
M
It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.
'First Date' - Frad
 446° 
Johnny walker
I chase her each night In
my dream but can't seem
to catch her this girl of my dreams the girl I once knew In life for she was my
wife
Stumbling around In my dreams but never seem to catch her always fall short of the mark almost within touching distance desperately
reaching
out In front of me over stretching I fall to the ground as look up she running towards this beautiful
light
She turns and wave to me then I see her more and I'm left alone chasing shadows around In my
dream
Chasing this girl whom I love In my dreams each night but can't seem to catch her
 400° 
sian
Whether it be that small moment that you end up silently questioning for years,
Or that huge wake up call where true colours are revealed,
where you’re left feeling like somebody ripped your heart from your chest,
the fact is,


Betrayal is inevitable
 242° 
b e mccomb
at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going
copyright 9/7/18 b. e. mccomb
 240° 
xeno
So soft your cupped hands
the rain itself could not be
more gentle nor more serene

Your quiet graceful love
so like a whisper in the night
winging through the open world

Love that closes distance
between here and there
Merging under the same moon

I walk along curving banks
stopping to run my fingers
through the the cool night river

Every drop of water passing
on the journey out to sea
has connected you to me

© P.M.H 12/23/2011
 240° 
Dogeechee
The night is silent
It's always conscience of being loud
The day is violent
Crashing and rolling around proud
But maybe I don't get out enough
and I'm missing too much stuff
Guess theres only one way to find out
 233° 
oizys
i laugh when they tell me i have no right to feel this way.

i laugh and laugh until it hurts.


i laugh until i cry.
these thoughts are consuming me and seem to become stronger each day
 181° 
Kroketbitterbal
Even if I'm stuck on an island,
Or trapped in a maze.
Without you, oh baby,
I'd be lost anyways.
A poem every day.
 162° 
The Red Woman
i feel so bad
and i don't know how to change it
i write
i say i'm sorry
i'm sorry for dissapointing you
please forgive me
please dont hate me
i can't continue this
 151° 
Jaxey
the fear of losing more than your mind
 138° 
Mya
Like an unfinished puzzle
You will continue to find the missing pieces all over the place

And even if there is just one piece of the puzzle missing it may come alone one day

Or you will have to go out and find it yourself
Yeah I just thought of this while doing a puzzle and listening to music.
 99° 
chris
I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces
why’d you have to do that to us?

to me?
 90° 
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
 80° 
F A Pacelli
you
it's all about you
you loving you 
you hating you
you creating you 
you destroying you 
it was always you
no one else
 77° 
Adrasteia
I want to run away
And fall in love with myself
 70° 
David J
This world is so cruel
You expect me to still play?
You took everything
I always end up this way

Please just let me go
Why did you do this to me,
Make me fall in love
Only to say it can't be

I don't love like most
See I will love forever
So saying goodbye
Is the hardest thing ever

We could make it work
But a decesion I must make
Her or family
Neither path happy to take

Shes my everything
But my family is too
It hurts me so much
Saying bye to you...
We both love each other so much. Its like I found a soulmate, we were perfect. But just one thing. Were both from strong relegious familys of diffrent faith.... sigh. My close friend agrees, shes friends with us both that our love wasnt your typical highschool romance. We both were sincire and we both loved unconditionally. It woulda lasted forever. I think the fact we both know it woulda worked is what makes it so hard... she was perfect. I woulda been so incredibly lucky. I love you, thank you for your kindness and the good memories... goodbye
♋︎

loneliness is real
don't doubt it for a moment
it can make you motionless
you can't get out of your own head
everything is frozen in time
time is your enemy
an emptiness you can't fill

But, it can be filled
family
friends
strangers
prayer
meditation

Wipe your eyes
tomorrow you'll
see the world differently

♋︎
This is just for those who are seemingly lost in their loneliness.  May you find your way out of it. God Bless
Find hope through God
 50° 
laura
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
 49° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 49° 
Peter Balkus
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 47° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
 46° 
Sunshine
he's off somewhere now

ran away with my heart

but I stole his t-shirt, so guess we're even
starting some new short poems
hope you like
thx


xoxo
-sunshine
 44° 
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.
 44° 
Fatimah Noor
Joy
The breeze sings to me
The flowers bloom in glee
The unreal sky in plea
In the balcony I've come to see
The vibrant colours of the tree
The little bird comes to me
Asking if the sorrows are ready to flee
I tell him sipping my coffee
They're not my cup of tea
Better throw kindness around like confetti
And just stay low key!
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 42° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 40° 
Renn Powell
You taught me a lesson, and that was to never trust again.
 38° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 37° 
G Alan Johnson
Whittle me down this draining merry way

the vessel is floating, a hopeful buoy.

Please, if you will, give me your crying

so that I may see the beauty of your rose soul.

Sing to me your weeping melody

no such depth weighs down

this leaking dingy of battered joy

and I need to feel your song.



Follow the sighs, my love, follow the sighs.
 37° 
Raziel
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
 37° 
Bee
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.
 37° 
Suresh Gupta
BLISS

05/24/2019



in death lies the seed of birth,

so as we are cradled in one form,

so shall we be cradled in another.





no reason for dismay,

no cause for anguish
 36° 
Jayantee Khare
***

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!


Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
 36° 
Brandy
Yellow petals swept
In buttered popcorn piles
with resentful brooms
 36° 
Shane
The songbird
high in her tree
doesn't know her music
sends me spiraling
through the depths
of my being
until nothing matters
but the faint beat
of an erratic heart
pining to be high
in its own tree
lost in song.

How could she know?
She is only a selfish little songbird
and does not sing for me.
 34° 
Valentin
By train
By bus
By plane
By boat

Carpooling
Walking
Running
Swimming

Listening to music
Writing
Singing
Watching movies

Thinking
Remembering
Loving
Crying

Eating
Drinking
Makin­g love
Sleeping

As long as I am with you.
05.07.19
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