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 240° 
Safana
A heart will not freeze
A heart will not melt
A heart will not boil
A heart will not evaporate
A heart will not sublime
A heart will not condense
Forever and ever
Without love in it...
 235° 
Andrew Rueter
I wish I could escape
to somewhere people aren’t
so mean and cold
but I’m afraid
that I might not belong there.
 170° 
Peacholive
We met
We talked about life
We discussed issues
We chit chatted
And spoke our minds

All this while
Our hearts were silent
And love was not in sight
 163° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I used to hate,
but once loved, I
feel sorry for you now.
I feel sorry you
were never loved.

You who loathe
and discriminate, I
feel sorry for you now.
I feel sorry you
were never loved.

You who wish
the colored hell, I
feel sorry for you now.
I feel sorry you
were never loved.

You who'd torture
and even ****, I
feel sorry for you now.
I feel sorry you
were never loved.

You are humankind
but still unkind, I
feel sorry for you now.
I feel sorry you
were never loved.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 78° 
Rist
The sounds like kendrick hendrix six feet deep in the headwind.
bended the light waves I'm eccentric I make it rain on the gremlins.
I'm inside your mind and I havent paid rent yet.
Maniac to wrap snakes in the nest egg.
I'm your daughters father and I'm gonna be the best dad.
 54° 
nivek
all your days are watched over
(even though your mind be in the clouds)
each night to lay your head down in seeming dark
(within uncountable Galactic star-shine)
 37° 
Aindri
I'm just a paper flower.
Made for its beauty,
And torn,
For its fragility.

Only some more time now...
Have been reading this book, and getting this feeling from the character.
Hope you like it :)
 37° 
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
आज 26 जनवरी है, आज हम गणतंत्र दिवस मनाएंगे!
सुबह सुबह उठकर, कुर्ता पजामा पहनकर, साथ में चश्मा लेकर एकदम हम नेताजी बन जायेंगे |
9 बजे मैदान पहुंचेंगे, 2-4 सेल्फी लेंगे, फिर Insta, facebook पर status update कराएंगे...
आज 26 जनवरी है, आज हम गणतंत्र दिवस मनाएंगे!

बस आज की मजबूरी में ई तिरंगा को सलामी दे  जायेंगे |
देखा देखी में हम भी जन-गण-मन ख़ुशी का ढोंग करके गायेंगे ||
आज ई सब बड़े दिखावे के साथ कर लेंगे लेकिन कल फिर से भगवा लहराएंगे |
भले हमें खुद नही आता लेकिन दुसरो से जबरदस्ती वन्दे मातरम गवाएंगे ||
आज 26 जनवरी है, आज हम गणतंत्र दिवस मनाएंगे!

बड़े प्यार से आज हम "जय भीम" का नारा लगाएंगे |
खूब शौक से आज संविधान की कश्मे खाएंगे||
"छोटा बड़ा कोई नही, सब एक बराबर है", आज हम जोर जोर से चिल्लायेंगे|
भीड़ को इकठ्ठा करके, बाबा साहेब की तारीफ के कशीदे पढ़वाएंगे ||
लेकिन बस आज करेंगे, कल फिर से इनको इनका औकात दिखाएंगे |
ई भीमराव जो किया है, उसके लिए उसे फिर से गालियाएंगे ||
छोड़िये आज इन सब बातो को, आज 26 जनवरी है, आज हम गणतंत्र दिवस मनाएंगे!

आज भाषण देने के लिए एकदम बढ़िया मंच सजवाएंगे |
भाषण ऐसा देंगे की सब मंत्रमुग्ध हो जायेंगे ||
नागरिको के संविधानी अधिकारों को अपने भाषण द्वारा उन तक पहुचायेंगे |
सत्ता विरोध और प्रदर्शन के अधिकार को भी उनको समझायेंगे ||
आज तक तो ई सब ठीक है लेकिन कल से जो सत्ता के विरोध में बोला, उसपर UAPA का फिर से धारा लगवाएंगे...

खैर ई सब आज छोड़िये, आज हम थोड़ा liberals वाला देशभक्ति दिखाएंगे...
कल से फिर दोबारा हम असली राष्ट्रवादी बन जायेंगे!
फिलहाल, आज 26 जनवरी है, आज हम गणतंत्र दिवस मनाएंगे...!
Truth of modern India...

This is a poem written in my very own regional accent, i.e. Bihari accent... So even hindi speaking people may face problem while reading this...

My very first hindi poem 😅😅

Happy rebublic day 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳
 37° 
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
 36° 
anna
to all my lovers,

please indemnify
the bits of myocardium
you borrowed from me.

you may return them to this address:

150 Mediastinum Lane
Thoracic Cavity, DNR
 34° 
Sarah
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
 30° 
max
we’re kids
we don’t know what
the hell we’re doing
all we know is
it felt good,
then it really
hurt
 30° 
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° 
Shaun Yee
A poem is never perfect,
Just like everything,
The poet has to check,
Check and counter-check,
It needs constant editing.
poems
 27° 
Seranaea Jones
-


all my mistakes in life
add weight to a scale
of self-judgement–

so far i sense
a balance—

yet it feels to me like
i've let so much ballast
get washed overboard...




s jones
2022



.
 26° 
charles
1) a bookstore in May,

2) your apartment in Maine

3) an airport in spring

4) random chinese food place

5) my apartment (2nd floor)
 25° 
A M
this love transcends time
when I look into your eyes
I see our future
 22° 
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved
 22° 
m h John
i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
 20° 
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
 19° 
Loser
Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.
This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.
 18° 
heyo
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
 17° 
gayatri
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 17° 
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.
 16° 
Josh
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
 16° 
Frances Raeburn
You walk away so
easily
makes me wonder why
you don’t just keep on
walking
 16° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 15° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
I remember when I was young
and burned too soon too bright
used up all my light and blinded
everything that was in my sight
universes were consumed in fire
victims of youth's blind trust
of the fiercest flames of desire
all that was left was space dust.
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
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
 14° 
ruqayyah
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
 14° 
CWolff
I asked the crow,

In winter's glow,

What wish can you bestow me,

He looked at me,

With reverie,

And cawed a  'do I know thee',

So I said to him,

With a grin,

No but you surely will,

As I'm the one,

Who has your son,

So what wish can you bestow me?
ill gotten gains.
 14° 
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
 13° 
Deity Queen
"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."
 13° 
Ashly Kocher
Some days are good
Some days are bad
Some days you just have to hang your head
Some days you laugh
Some days you cry
Some days you just want to be alone
Some days hard
Some days are rough
But always remember
YOU ARE ENOUGH!
 13° 
Sevki
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
 12° 
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 12° 
blackbiird

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

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