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 480° 
INDEED
you should have waited a little longer
just a little longer
my day was bad not my heart
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 298° 
nadia yahya
The stars shine, the sun rises.
The moon lights and the sky cries.
Even in dream, even in real life.
Even when the living is full of lies.
As day goes by.

—n.y
 255° 
Imara Vaglez
never have i loved anybody the way i had loved you
 218° 
M
Place your hands over my body
Let your touch get me high
Man this feels just like heaven
The best time of my life
Will my
heart
be open
to
accept the
love
given to
me?

I don't
know.
 172° 
Nimisha Rana
Woke up in the morning
Standing in front of mirror

Staring at my self
Giving smile to my tired face

A smile with lots of mysteries
Deep down in my head

A girl standing here

She's broken in pieces by the pain ,
Her emotions faded away

She's wearing the smile
Hiding her tired face and
Covering the tears


She's surrounded by the sorrow, confusion and the lies
Still she's wearing the smile and
Hiding her tired face

She's dealing with anomous feelings,
poetry is trying to healing

She has no one to  listen her Complains
She has no one to share memories
She has no one to love
She has no one to make her laugh
She has no one to treat her good

She's jugged by everyone
She's being joke by everyone

Still she's wearing the smile
And hiding her tired face

All she has a mirror whom she look and talk with self
And the poetry her way of healing
And her mysterious smile to cover up everything...
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 163° 
verwandlung
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
 129° 
Poetic T
Never be what some one
             wishes you

To be.

Be the genie,
and show
    Them your wishes.

Trust, friendship & empathy.
 113° 
toleomato
I pen a poem
about
a beautiful
flower,
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.
 94° 
Nabiila Marwaa
kapan kamu mau menyadari bahwa bentuk ganda muncul karena rasa takut pada tunggal semata?
menjadi sendiri memang bisa membawa resah, terlebih ketika semua berkata ini sudah waktunya
harga diri bisa membantah, namun di dalam hati takut memang menjadi jawab untuk sebuah tanya
bila sendiri berupa satu kalut yang perlu dihindari, adakah untuk meraih tenang hanya lewat menjadi dua?
tapi kamu lupa; petapa sengaja menyepi demi bertemu tenang, biksu bisa merasa teduh walau tanpa sandingan, mereka yang khusyuk menemukan tentram dalam sujudnya yang panjang
sendiri, walau secara manusiawi
karena bersua dengan damai hanya lewat kata cukup
setelah kata cukup dipungut, menjadi sepasang bukanlah lagi sekedar penawar kalut
 90° 
Alan S Bailey
IF I'VE NEVER DONE A THING RIGHT















Then what do you want me to write?
To amend, correct, or make up for a wrongdoing or unfair situation. Other words can be used instead of "a," such as "the," "this," "that," etc., depending on context. The only way they can right the wrong done to me would be to fire the man responsible.
 89° 
ENote
You don't have to block me from every avenue.
I get it. I belong in you, no more.
 85° 
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 but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Beware.
 68° 
colorfulSmoke
Oh...
Oh how I wish...
I had been a longer chapter in the story of your life.
 66° 
Darina Forgacova
You are not here
and I am so alone.
I feel like making love
with you my new stranger.
I am waiting for you.
When are you coming?
 62° 
Anais Vionet
I need to stop being
sarcastic all of the time
- yeah, I'm on that.
I'm not a negative person - but my humor can be dry.
 58° 
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
 50° 
Andrus
Maybe one day
We’d run into each other
Outside a cafe like this
In the heart of Paris

Two strangers who have
been in love for years

Andrus
Yang sabar akan pedih
Obat yang terlalu candu
Letih atas bualan
Akhir dari pencarian.
I was meet my grandma in my dream and she say’ everythin will be alright.
 44° 
amanda
amanda
amand
aman
ama
am
i
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
everyday?
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
 33° 
Heather
Him
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
 33° 
Katherine
I'm worried about you

you say "it's not bad, it's only scratches"
"they don't even begin to match his"

but whether you deserve help is not measured by
the depth or the size of the scars on your thighs

it'll only get worse
this addiction is a curse

please get the treatment you need
maybe then you can finally be freed

end this this cycle of suffering
try to start recovering

you are worth it
haven't posted in a long time but here; a reminder that you are loved <3
 33° 
Terra Levez
the shine in her eyes pulls me to her
but little did i know they were tears
The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Depends
 31° 
Shamai
Deep within me
Is a hunger
A lust for life
An inability
To accept anything
Less than
Love
I stand
At the doorway
Of coming of age
And wonder
Why love
True love
Seems to elude me
I long for the permanence of life love
And
The only One I can get that from
Is
God
 29° 
Chloe
A gentle kiss upon her forehead
Allowed a drowsy peace to settle deep within her
 29° 
ali
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
 27° 
Shy
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
 27° 
eve
you
Your presence
Sends shutters down my spine,
An indescribable feeling
Made of fear and confusing pain.
An overwhelming feeling
Wanting to scream and shout



Help,
Help.
 26° 
Dead lover
I bleed through words,
From the cuts given by the society.

I want to escape and fly like birds,
With a hope, it all ends my agony.
 26° 
Honeybee
sitting under the rosy sun
trying to escape the problems i cant outrun
waiting for the days to pass
people waiting for me to fall and crash
and i'm getting pretty close
underneath this sunlit rose
 26° 
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
 25° 
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
 25° 
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
 25° 
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
 23° 
Debra in Silence
look to the mountains to seek your peace
the ocean is ever rolling
beautiful
constantly questioning

the mist in the quiet blue of the mountains
gives solace
no misunderstanding
 23° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 23° 
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
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