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she said hello
he said he had to go
six months later
she became a waiter
and he came home just to visit
but she didn't know
she waited for him
and he waited for her
he looked for her
but did not find what his heart yearned for
she went to so his mother
she was surprised
when she saw him
and they had a happily ever after love story
i could really use a little love story of my own right now that would be great
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem
/ 10w
im not shameless
im just hurt

trying to be happy
getting worse

cant stop crying
my eyes hurt

love you deeply
even if you hurt me

i know how i feel

nothing i want
is realistic

i guess thats life

love and satisfaction

sorrow and torment

nowhere to go
You take everything good in me
Heart that I polish for you
Take step after step away from me
Towards a door
Hoping you won't go through

I know I may not ever get you back
Pain has gone and opened my eyes
I still look for you everywhere
Find nothing
To no surprise
Written 11-3-12
Joseph C Ogbonna
Weep not Nigeria,
for justice is in the offing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your cries resonate and ring.
Weep not Nigeria,
It's time for your African spring.
Weep not Nigeria,
none shall usurp your role as king.
Weep not Nigeria,
for soon in ecstasy you'll sing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for to towering heights you'll cling.
Weep not Nigeria,
and soar atop the eagle's wing.
Weep not Nigeria,
it's time to sing the ding **** song.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your misery will not be long.
Weep not Nigeria,
for you are numbered with the strong.
A sincere wish for my beleaguered motherland
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
First they say
that you are too young
and not to rush
you have time
its too early

And then they say
that you are too old
and not to try
its not worth the effort anymore
its too late

In between their seasons, there is nothing.
There is nothing, except lies.

Don't listen
Don't settle
You know
They don't

Don't listen
Don't settle
They are afraid
You are not

Dan Hess
Perhaps it is in quietness and subtlety of realization that transformation may work its way under the skin, and settle in and into, and become a part of being. That stretching, yawning idea that one sees as fact without ever having greeted it before, yet may respect as if it were so intrinsic to their day to day life as to be unnoticeable. Existential crisis may send the mind spiraling and gripping at open air as one’s very soul plunges into empty abyss, thereto disintegrate; but existential connection is so integrated and undisturbing that we may grow alongside our ignorance, and befriend it. Rather than lose ourselves, we might find we were there under our own noses, and shrug or laugh at the foolishness of seeking in darkness what was always exposed in the light.
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
Ashlyn Rimsky
you are always gone
as soon as you come

you are breath
the first and the last

in and out
rise and fall

try as i may
i cannot hold you

so i learn to love you
as you are
i actually wrote this a month ago and found it in my notes.. i dont remember what the context was, but i kind of love that. its cool to forget a piece and be able to read it as an outsider. its funny because i feel like it applies to a lot of very different aspects of my life.
Harshitha Girish
She threw her shield away
So that she could own a sword.
One hand on her crown and another on the sword.
i am
too much
too loud
too exited
too much
going on
i need to

c a l m  d o w n

i have
to let
you breathe.
i have
to breathe.

R   E   L   A   X

calm yourself
you are
being too
loud too
too much
of everything

i think im coming off as wayyy too strong. its so incredibly stupid but im trying to change my personality back to the quiet calm person i was 3 years ago because i am too much for myself right now
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
♡         ­                                       
e                   ­                 
t                       ­                       
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
Memories faded,
Locked with no key,
Hidden in great depths,
Wandering, but not free.
Say goodbye to the night

And the words of goodbye

I'm not staying.

And I'm taking the night

So you can have the light

Stop waiting.

Just make it all right

I don't want to cry

I'll be praying.

Please stop wasting
Your time.
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
Matia James
I fell in love
It took me by surprised
It wasn't love at first sight
But it was love overnight
You swept me off my feet and made me so weak and the knees
I'm so deep in my feelings
We locked eyes and shared a non-stoppable kiss
A kiss so loud it could wake up a building
Our hearts connected
Our souls intertwined
My heart is yours, and yours is mine
Engaged is what we are now and I can't wait to be your wife
Bare your children, raise our blended family, and share a wonderful life
So deep in my feelings and in the right way
In love and loving it
I picked up
And placed her
       In a bag of noise

I almost forgot
       About her

Till I heard her crying
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
This is my 500th poem here.
I really am a hopeless romantic.
A poem every day
Sometimes you will
meet someone with
whom you instantly

Your souls appear
to have known
each other for
some time

The world becomes
magical and you
feel like you are
walking on clouds

There is not one
ounce of rain
in sight
The sun is glowing
in your heart

You've grown
wings overnight
and everything in
that moment ...
seems possible

noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
What is love?

love is when your at the end of your rope,
and he tie's more on a rope

love is what you get when
two shattered hearts make a whole

love is waiting
waiting for him

love is thinking of the worst thing he did,
and still smiling

love is a mothers kiss,
on a new born baby

so when you feel love
don't waste your time

love is what I feel,
when I think you you
give me a smile, give me a grin,
give me a happy meaning, even in the end
as i can't help but die inside
even if you stare at me,
i won't care
as i feel fine,
i feel great,
can't keep me down
i'm gonna raise the stakes,
so just follow me,
i'm gonna shine, brighter than the stars
if i can stand, then i can fall,
but if i fall i'm gonna shine bright still
as you can't hit me
i'm gonna shine like a star
remember when i was positive, yeah i dont. this is a draft from frickin 2018 its been 2 years since ive seen it
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
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.
MT Browder
I wash and clean
primp and pluck
and gussy up
I shave and cut
**** in my gut
and smile double
it's a lot of trouble
to be invisible
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
I sail port to port
there is no permanent door
in my sea of hopes
Emanzi Ian
Some people in our lives are just there to remind us that we can actually make it in times when we feel like we are losing everything.
In times when we feel like life is worthless,they point out lots of reasons as to why we need to be more positive and embrace being alive.
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
on rare occasions
they are like drops of melting ice
falling from your gutter
on a warm day after a snowfall
plentiful and steady
but more often
they are so difficult to find
like meteors streaking across the night sky
rare and beautiful
the words
the lines
the crystaline connection
when thought and expression mend
to create
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.
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.
Whit Howland
To understand
what I'm driving at
you must go beyond

words sentences

and let all

the punctuation
float away
like dandelion seeds

then think
and speak

about the symmetry
of the thing

like say

a leaf

is it a heart

or is it a diamond

and ask yourself
why I'm looking
at you

wanting you

to see

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word art. Marriage of Rod Mckuen and Robert Creeley.
Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
Grayce Hobart
i googled
what does it feel like to miss someone
but i know
i didnt fall in love with this boy,
not this one
                     who tore me to pieces,

and i feel like an angel ,
suffocated in white, my wings were clipped
on the first day you
                                  wanted to kiss me,

and it feels violent,
my halo wasn’t built just to break —

and i did not forgive you,
i never will .

because you were never meant to go to heaven.
It’s so funny I’m not even religious, I just love religion. Ever since I was a child I’ve used it to cope. The title is lyrics from a really dumb song.
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