Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 610° 
Yacov Mitchenko
I'll have you remember
you're a wanderer,
that poignancy
bestowed as from a parent
upon a favoured child.
For you'll be compelled
to turn to Me,
wisdom, clarity
your only shelter and home,
outward things but foam.
The wind will remind you
nothing's yours, only lent,
your spartan essentials
and aching heaven-sent.
One of your eyes can't see,
one of your ears can't hear,
yet you've grace enough,
a trace of love for Me,
some openness, one of each
that I still can reach.
Had you been impeded more -
or aeons away from Me -
you might have gathered
comforts galore
and multiplied your store,
some well-wrought residence
with a garden billowing -
a tomb of forgetting
you were a wanderer all along,
time sending its storm
of termites to that
which kept you secure and warm.
 460° 
Michael Angelo
Writing.
Fighting
Demons that should've
Let me rot years ago.
I take my breaths;
Inhale deep and slow.
I consume the world around me,
But never grow-
Stultified caterpillar
With nowhere to go.
I know
There is more to this.
Whatever this is.
But until
My eyes are allowed
See salvation;
You can find me here.
 253° 
Kawa
โ€œFalling in loveโ€ isย a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
 129° 
Biskut
This morning
I touched
My primordial stardust
This evening
I capsized.
I helm a fickle craft
My blue poise belies
The leviathan's sudden rise.
Springtime rivulet
Monsoon burst
I wish I could flow
My glacier cold.
I stumble
From dawn to dust
Chasing fool's balm
That last becalm
Always, just off grasp.
 108° 
Zywa
The cat does not move,

she is observing the moon โ€“


the hypnotic ball.
โ€œAnd the quiet catโ€ (1968, Jack Kerouac): And the quiet cat / sitting by the post / perceives the moon

Collection "Held True"
 107° 
s y kalindara
A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day
as the day I finally cleansed the clouds
and crossed your name.

You've taken a fall from your pedestal
and I see you now,
with your domino on the ground,
my fair-weather friend (that's a kind way to put it),
my boiling point can't cook up a better fit.
I've played your ruthless game for the longest stretch,
I let a ******* decade slip through my fingers;
and I've still lingered,
for the sake of something I can't recall anymore.
Your betrayals are the mindless hand to an hourglass
and I'm counting the sand you spilled.
No sea of apologies can wash away this wreck.
I'm done with pointing fingers and holding daggers to your neck.
I'll lay my shield and armour down, and walk you out.

A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day
as the day I let your hand and my grudges go
and asked your ghost to stay.


Copyright ยฉ 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
Finally letting go of a friendship gone sour.
 80° 
Nidhi
The broom swifts the tiles effortlessly
it amazes me how graceful it is
the hair just graze the tiles
doesn't hurt the tiles one bitย ย 
The broom leaves the tiles clean
not a speck of dust can be seen
 74° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 51° 
Diana
I donโ€™t feed her fears
I feed her habits
-chase Atlantic
 50° 
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

thereโ€™s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then thereโ€™s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know itโ€™s there
and thereโ€™s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an โ€œitโ€
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 48° 
Nicola Pillai
Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, sheโ€™d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate
 43° 
Suzy Berlinsky
โ€œ๐—๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—š. ๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐˜†,โ€ ๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฒ ๐—ข'๐——๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜-
๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ,โ€ '๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„.โ€ ๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š
๐—˜๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ, ๐˜€๐—น๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜‡๐—ฒ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ & ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ
๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป' ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ผ.
 42° 
Sav
In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
we
weep.
 40° 
Traveler
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
 37° 
Delton Peele
This just in.
tic tic tic tic
DING
Ole Mr.Friendly went
Stark raving mad today ,
Freaked out
On every body
For
(some would say)
No apperant
Reason.
Other say
Hes' always been a little different.
Toys in the attic
If ya knaw whut I mean.
But ya know
Y'all dinnint hear that from me.


the more friends
You
Try to
Make .
The more enemies
You secretly
Create.
.......
Beware
The company you keep
It will very well
.....Keep you .....
Entangled
With tares
You will
Never make
The
Threshing
You
Go
Straight
To
Fire
This Dark Well Soul

This dark well soul,
depleted,
desert dry,
having nothing to write of,
and nowhere to write from.
The world moves on,
as his pen sets, silent, and still,
waiting, for another poem,
waiting, for another poet,
to admire, and then forget.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry โ€œMusing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2โ€ and โ€œAn Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing โ€œboth available on Amazon
 34° 
mark soltero
oh tom
i can see behind your eye
your veins bled out all you had
youโ€™re dead on this summer night
itโ€™s not right
but you werenโ€™t fit for the outside
to them itโ€™s another day
if no one cries for you
iโ€™ll be the few
i will sit and sing
because you can see now
youโ€™re beautiful again
i ponder my desires
i want to be with you
things arenโ€™t so great
you wouldnโ€™t understand
i donโ€™t either
but i know i will cry for you
my tears will seep into the soil
youโ€™ll enrich the earth
one day youโ€™ll be new
never forgotten
at least by few
 33° 
Thomas W Case
Everyday that dawns,
you slip away a little more.
The distant stare,
the apathetic eyes.
Your love is as dead
as the roses in
the trash.
Your heart is an
abyss that I'm
lost in forever.
Belladonna drew me in.
The poison kept me there.
 32° 
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
 30° 
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
 29° 
Vincent Legrand
do i fall in love with people anymore
or do i fall in love with how much they love me
i dont know if i still possess the ability to be romantic anymore. working on my love addiction has spoiled the idea of love iโ€™ve always known. some moments i almost even miss it.
 28° 
Kelsey
I wish my parents weren't divorced.


I wish my dad was still alive.


I wish I could have witnessed love,


Before discovering it myself.
 27° 
Deep
How
Can
I be
Just
Your Friend?
 25° 
Trip-A
I embraced the cold when white blankets fell to the earth,
but you stayed warm in my embrace

Rain poured on me like the new flowers,
you felt my tears finding a path downwards

I offered shade on a sunny day,
taking the brunt of the August sky

The wind was no foe to my strong stature,
arching me towards you taking shelter

My leaves fell to the earth,
you jumped with joy into my autumn rainbow

Where are you now? Who do I comfort and protect?
 24° 
Carlo C Gomez
~
pureland flower, always
twisted into someone else's
creation, never of her own
~
volition, breakable eggshell,
quiet and still, lifeless
from pushing boundaries,
~
a color without color, lifted by
the breeze, folded up neatly,
no wonder why nowhere to fly.

~
 24° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love โค๏ธ
 24° 
Skylar
From strangers
To lovers,
To Stranger's.
"What is life?" She said.
  "A sharp knife" he whispered.
 22° 
Jeffrey
in the most sensational ways
 21° 
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
 21° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 20° 
gc
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 20° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 20° 
Kai
One day I hope you understand
All the cuts and bruises
I laid on your heart
All the cruel words I spoke
The suffering I gave you.

One day I hope you understand
What it all meant
To me, to us
What was meant to be
This, my flaws and I
Lurching drunkenly down the crooked path
Unlit by darkness in dead of night.

I too, am searching
For the way but it's oh so dark
So difficult to find the light
The light which I would give
To you, over and over
A thousand times if I could in a thousand lives
I'm searching endlessly in darkness
If I could just give that moment to you
Just one moment of that
Pure joy, pure bliss,
One moment of that light
I'm sure it will be, I'm sure I'll find it
Somewhere, just to pass it on to you
So you could have it
Forever and ever.

And you, you would be lit so bright
Even in the midst of darkest night
I can see your shining face glisten
I promise it from my heart, listen -

If only I were to find the light
The light that would shine so bright
I search everywhere, I'm trying, I swear
High and low
Near and far
In and out.
But I ***** yet in darkness
For you, for you, my love.
 20° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
Next page