Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 440° 
kate
.
sick of chase
cant.
breathe.
without your help
why did you have to
let me drown?
 339° 
sarah
you said you loved me
and i let you lie
 321° 
Tierramxrie
Lately I’ve been really thinking. How can we love someone unconditionally but can never apply that unconditional love for ourselves? We need that love too. I wanna love me to the moon and back. I wanna be comfortable with loving myself to the fullest.
 311° 
Julie Smith
I've been crying for so long
Have been dying in every song
But then you came along and made me see
That I've been free

You made me see
The sunlight up above
You made me see
The sunny side of Love
Thank You❤
 269° 
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
 255° 
Nie
Every word has a meaning
But every silence has one too.
 241° 
Amaris
My love, I see you walk in rays of light
Crowned in gold, a wondrous sight
You hold me close and my heart takes flight
 240° 
aarbirb
drifting through
a sea of stars,
my fingers
trace each one as if
your skin is sprinkled
with flecks of gold.
also about the same theater boy haha
 221° 
Deanne
Day dreams are the best dreams if you take them into the night
Night dreams are the sweetest dreams if your day dreams are perfect and right
 210° 
Ghostfeather
Approaching so much gold,
will burn you like a dragon's fire.
Your smirky smile crease your cheeks into a fold,
as you reveal yourself to be a liar.

I've said it once, and for the last time I will repeat:
"Power, is power."
You won't be smiling when you're beat,
and your smoldering corpse -the wildfire will devour.

I am the queen-***** of all that, and the first men
and you shall learn to know and love your place
I might pretend to be your friend,
right before the moment I peel off your face.
 179° 
wL
brew your
sorrows into a
barrel so that every
time you want to drink
pour me a cup and i'll
drink your sorrows
away too
this wine tastes like it is sad!
 151° 
moon
the first time i saw you that day,
your eyes were red and beneath them were puffy.
you blinked slowly and stared off into nothing.
i'm sure you were thinking of either nothing or everything,
maybe both at the same time.
i couldn't help but reach out to hold your hands.
 147° 
Bill Johnston
cannot get rid of
the voices in my head-
faulty connection
04/23/2019
once upon a time…



only once?

she asked



yes once was enough & there is hope it will not be repeated over

the evil of it all



which time?

i am sure you remember…



prayers are spoken each hour

the bell rings



once upon a time..



only once?

she asked



no, it happens all the time when folk are kind all the time



it comes in layers like a trifle pudding

yet more important than a mere dessert



prayers were spoken each hour

the bell rang



once upon a time
 133° 
Michael
If you knew before you started,
Would you have made the decision you did,
That lead to you departing?
If you felt the truth all along,
Yet held your tongue,
Is it me that is truly in the wrong?
Life is ever changing, twisting and turning,
The decisions we take,
Determine the outcome of our journey.
Goodbye for now is all I can say,
You may come back to me,
Yet that day is not today.
Goodbye for now
 125° 
Alexys Marie
kisses like the softest
  
    n    
         o    t  
                    e    
                       s

off grand piano
  
     k
          e    y
                    s

play my foolish heart
like your piano

     p  l   e   a
                       s  
                          e
 93° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 89° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
 84° 
Thulani Molefi
She was the Sun
And he the Moon
She was the Yin
And he the Yang
She the push
And he the pull

Their love existed
in perfect balance
And of planetary magnitude
was the love
circulating between them
And so vehement was this love
That the stars shimmered
to proclaim it proudly
And all the celestial bodies
danced around their axis
in awe of this immaculate love
 80° 
Jules
Two “loving” parents and 4 “happy” kids
All dressed in coordinating clothes
We looked happy as can be
No one would’ve guessed-
Not ten minutes earlier
We were wiping away our tears
And applying concealer to countless bruises..
Don’t ask why, you don’t really care
We hide our trauma, we hide our scars
It’s better this way
Less pain for everybody
After all, as long as we’re grinning for the camera
Nothing could be wrong
In our sickly sweet, happy lives.
I don’t dye my hair or dress in only black
So I guess everything’s okay?
Doesn’t matter that I constantly wear long sleeves
And flinch at every noise or touch...
I’m both begging to be loved
And desperate to float by unnoticed
I’ll smile for the picture
And pray that it’s enough
 78° 
Dada Olowo Eyo
A million idiots,
Are more powerful,
Than a billion eggheads,
That slept on their senses.
 68° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 59° 
Apoetisonly
Oh the smile indifference lifts upon my face

It’s neither this nor that
I don’t need nor want any sort of embrace
Disconnecting, always take first place
No suffering
No desire for anything better
No contempt for more or less

Oh the smile indifference lifts upon my face
 59° 
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
 56° 
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
 54° 
silentwoods
Winter springs
into summer,
Quick
as the setting sun.
Summer falls
into winter
Slowly,
and then all at once.
 53° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 52° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 52° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 48° 
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.
 48° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 47° 
Masha Yurkevich
In the morning,
I was determined to move
the mountains.


By the afternoon...

...

I decided to let them stay where they are.
I guess I kinda gave up.
:)
 47° 
Amanda
Crushing gravity;
Knowing that I crave human
intimate moments.
 45° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 43° 
Dennis Willis
I am exhausted
with your
silences

The chattering muons
rain upon my
magnetosphere

this crushing
undetectable
force

of everything
failing
to fill




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
 42° 
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
 41° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
Next page