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Two flowers
one fuelled by
pain the other
by love
grow side by side
one day
a painful moan escapes
the crying blossom
and the other
reaches over
to spend comfort
propelling them
a great deal
for a bit
of this path
before they part again
to sense
their roots being
deep deep down
in the soil
sending little signals
tears on the petals
a code to remembering
Elana Galen
Your eyes are too bright to be
crying every night

Your smile is too sweet to be
turned upside down after a fight

Your mind is too smart to be
putting up with his lies

Your laugh is too charming to be
rained down by dark skies

Your worth is not defined by every
mistake you make

Your feelings will always be valid
whatever anyone may say

You are far stronger than what your
mind claims you to be

You are a secret garden with an
undeniable beauty
Don't stay in a situation where you aren't being treated according to your worth, learn to let go and let yourself bloom :)
Andrew Layman
Read me through
then bleed me too
a tempest of words awakens in me---

When the weather rages on
hold fast, seek to last
or find understanding to be incomplete.

When such an old soul, bound to fresh form
becomes left out in the rain
it's warped from the touch of the storm.
Alex Scaife
Longing for a gentle spring rain and
Pointless conversation with you.
We find shelter, shivering.
You huddle next to me for warmth

You remind me of a penguin
I love penguins
so badly I wish to be poetic
I drink my tea in the moonlight
take evening strolls in the rain

I bring a tattered notepad with me
to the café
to the museums
I choose my words so carefully

But I'm sitting alone,
at three in the morning
writing this "poem"

and I don't feel poetic at all
it all feels like a lie
I woke from a dream to strange skies
Highlighted by the afterglow
Of what could be
Dancing in the dusk
Of heavenly inspiration
The sound of Reconciliation
With my true self
A waking dream
In peaceful lucidity
Afeksi cita
It's okay, you don't always have to smile
It's okay to cry for a little while
Sometimes life can be hard
But it's okay, you don't have to play all of it's parts

It's okay, don't be scared to let it go
Cause soon you'll find your own glow
Yes, there will come the time when you'll find it
And soon all your tears and fears will be wort it.
Uncover It in No Time
Hold It Firmly
Moment of Smile
Enjoy it till it Last
Discard it once you Finish.
The IceCream Stick is important till the IceCream remains and then its discarded. This is how some people in our lives treat you.
Xanny Riddle
Pwede mo kong saktan
Pwede mo kong iwan
Pwede mo rin ako saktan;
sabay iwànan.
Basta yun ang ikakasaya mo
kahit ano para lang sa kasiyahan mo.
Ikinagagalak ko'ng matay sa kamay ng isang tulad mo.
fewer scars
faith in stars
and a slight will to live!

an addiction came and left
I'm told its for the best
though, now I have no friends.

to my surprise,
and his demise,
I'm now in love with a man!

things aren't great,
but times are better
and I think I'm here to stay.
this is a little depressing but I still found myself laughing throughout? I'm in a better place than 2015 for sure.
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

Simran pawar
Aaj azadi ka din h,
Karo apni soch ko bhi aazad,
Agar beet jaye ye din bhi,
To raho apni nayi soch ke saath.
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
you who abandoned me here
your feet will pain you before you've gone even ten meters
Rabble of butterflies, fluttering on.
Bluish beauty,
come to me.
Touch me,
my kiss.
Play with me,
sing my soft purr,
Roll with blissful wind's gentle euouae.
memoona kazmi
and when you whisper love in my ears,
i promise i can fight the whole world for that.....
Forget about the
tarnished pages, tingy blues,
tattered memories, ties severed, a love that died long ago.

Papers stained of sweaty inks, tear scented poetry,
someone lives
between the lines-
Don't let a poet fall for you if you don't want to hear yourself in every scribbled notes she writes.
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
If the rain disappears
Then so shall your tears
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Crossing paths
Crossing lives
Crossing souls
As we bumped into each other
At first.
But then the pull became too great
The calling too strong
The knowing too powerful.  
The soul’s flicker of
Of things long since past
In other lifetimes
Other galaxies.
Other universes.
It was meant to be
Mrs Anybody
dear diary,

today i
fell in love
a stranger
also check out my other poems!  :)
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
Micheal Wolf
Oh no son
You can't go
They don't want
You there.

Now I've been around and here and there.
I've seen faces that fit and watched others stare.
Cos when you're not on the A list
Don't want you
All of it
All at once
All i meant
All at the same time
All i ask for
All is a bit more
All the while
All the miles
All or Fall

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.
M S Barthe
slow spurring creative flame
burning like an oil lamp in the dark
broken glass and rusted frame
trying my hardest to spark and spark
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.
Matthew Thompson
It's not you
it's me, I've been
too far away, to
hard to see.

I'm leaving because
it's what's right for me.
You have to understand,
I still love you, it's
how I feel about me.
Michael Marchese
Don’t mean to be so
Is more so
The mood
I am in
Around you
But so much to consider
Could be misconstrued
As relinquishing any
Game play
When really I just
Want to you
i have lost much more in a years time
than i lost in fifteen
today i am sixteen

today, i too am lost
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
simon law
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

They lazily wash over,
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
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