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 629° 
Leo Janowick
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................
 336° 
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 230° 
Beautifully Broken
Emotions
Tear me apart
Leaving me
Breathless
I
Run to nature
I need. to breathe again
 222° 
Shofi Ahmed
Making the global village
a success story.
Live out of your imagination
not your history!
 220° 
Kelly McManus
The big mystery
why hasn't history ever
changed for the better

                                     Kelly McManus
 218° 
Cassia
Lovely words, pretty lies

Now I know you can't be mine.

Bleeding lip, tattered heart

It still hurts to be apart.
 185° 
Pau
you speak with the softest voice
and suddenly i'm in.
you have me,
heart and soul,
all yours.

even as you whisper,
mundane things: okay, yes
mere responses, but my heart feels a tug.
and as you whisper and say
even more: i like you too, i miss you too
my heart feels both liberated and weighed down by all that i feel towards you.

this frequency we're in,
the channel of all that i feel towards you and more,
i will always treasure and cherish.

you speak with the softest voice,
and suddenly i'm in.
my mind goes blank and  
my heart's all yours.
#n
 144° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 126° 
Jay
A distant man,
He's different but the same,
And while he had up and ran
I still owe him my name
Can't say I resent him,
But the love can be strained
I wish we had understanding,
Yet it's just a pain
i should talk to my father more
 112° 
Mari
I accepted
love
When I least
expected it.
 111° 
Satsih Verma
Unbashed you
come and go in dreams,
like chrysanthemum.

*

In captivity
of clouds, the moon paints
your eyes with tears.

*

Dethronement of
roses was the art of
bare all artist.
 104° 
Kayla
They told us
To keep our legs open
Unlike our mouths
Summertime and the living is easy
The heat of your ignorance makes me queasy
 98° 
Lauren
By. Lauren

What is poetry?
A lost art form I can not seem to remember?
Wow sorry it's been so long. I don't even remember how to write I've been so stressed and exhausted from school.
 93° 
Hector
~

One day I won’t be touched or embraced,

we avoid old things, the fragile bones,

the wrinkled skin that aches,

my hands like stones

will count the time,

an old oak tree my spine

just sways and breaks,

and all alone

without a touch or embrace-


-
H.O
August 22, 2019
“I am too young to be called wise and I am too old to be called young.”
― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday
 91° 
ymmiJ
living on cloud eight
one less than higher demand nine
this view is just fine
Dare I say, lost
Confused even
Hemorrhaging at the directions
I know which way is north
But not where life is going
No map can plan that course
Charting maps with alacrity
Set sail as Magellan
Yet land with such insipid wording
That the book of tales I pen is a thesaurus of fabrication
 82° 
Bhill
What, me Normal?

I hear this and wonder

I want my normal back

Have your heard it

Normal is personal
I want it back
Normal is comfortable
I want it back
Normal is safe, at least my normal is
I want it back
Normal is filled with my energy
I want it back

I don’t want your normal
I want mine...!

Brian Hill - 2019 #
Just wondering what is your normal.
 76° 
Cece
in the dark,
scared I’m not alone,
desperately wishing I wasn’t.

alone with my demons,
so not really alone,
just lonely
 76° 
julianna
MCR
Tell me what to do.

I never write about anybody else
But me.

I can’t forget everything and anything.
It’s all or nothing.
All or nothing.

Black & white.
Forever.
 72° 
Henry Bladon
They met up.
She said: we’re done.
He pleaded.
She rolled her eyes.
He cried.
She laughed.
He sniffed.
She blew smoke into the air.
He coughed.
She walked away.
 69° 
Abby
Calm as a creek,
Strong as a river,
Beautiful as a flame,
Dangerous as a wildfire;
Do not cross a woman
With a mind like the ocean
And a soul made of fire
If you are not prepared for a
storm
 69° 
Max
A path uncharted.
Life's ahead.

Like a car, and I'm looking in it's headlights.
Yeet
 67° 
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
 64° 
Fake Leprechaun
I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.
 60° 
King
Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.
 57° 
c
I think my tragic flaw
Is reading the warning label
On every person
And pulling a Romeo
On each boy
marked “Toxic”
 55° 
Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
 50° 
Julio
Memories like drops in the sand
but  not lost
they come and go
today and always

The feeling of petals brushing my face
wrapped my body in your vibrant voice
the complicity of ours skins
and the delicious humidities

I remember that day
that moment
that you
today and always
 50° 
Sue Collins
Now listen to the truth: You have little to no power.
What happens is by pure chance and the roll of the dice.
There is no karmic response from the universe.
You are ironically sentient for no reason other than to suffer.

So what is the point? The midnight ocean, a tropical
Sunset, vanilla ice cream, words that resonate, a good battle won,
The feel and taste of a lover, the child skipping down the street,
The energy of sunlight and the calm of darkness. And one more day.
 49° 
ConnectHook
Hey Pippi--we aren't listening
To your global whine
And climatic rebuke.

Pippi you are a brat.
Your neurotic parents
Did a terrible job.

Your silly religion
Or lack thereof
Does not concern us.

Your long stockings
Make good stuffing
For your mouth-hole.

Hey Pippi--
The world is not ending...
But your delusions are.
That Swedish girl...
https://youtu.be/qpSQuc69R9c
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 46° 
Blckstr
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.
 44° 
purple heart
the night sounds so peaceful;
shush, i said to myself.
the feeling i was waiting for, wanting to stay.
without a reason.
 43° 
JC
Feeling so useless
So pardon my rudeness
you can go to hell

Feeling so stupid
But my thoughts are lucid
You can all go to hell

Huh
I guess I feel courageous
I know this will be outrageous
But I truly feel rampageous

So with a shameless mind
And words that are not confined
Do me a favor and kindly go to hell
Just venting
And it's been awhile since I've posted on here, so here it is
 43° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
 40° 
kaye
Ma
Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

-K
Infatuation (orlove)
 39° 
flower child
O.
I want you
All of you
The good the bad
Everything in between

But do you want me
For everything I am
Like I want you
For everything you are

I’ve grown attached
But you seem distant
Please let me in
I just want you
 39° 
Kriti Gupta
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
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