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The seed of self doubt, has reared its complicated head
Tranquil as a red sunset, calm as a storm unmet
Where clouds leak, onto my every doubt

Twilight soon becomes night, the night becomes enchanted
Where fairies once dwelt, on a land made of felt
Time for bed, dreams need to be dream fed

Oh to feel your tender lips, upon my thighs
When true love, once had a name
My heart, bleeds dry

Little atmosphere, but really atmospheric
To all, and sundry's surprise
Quoth I, of I

by Jemia
 240° 
Universe Poems
Cover them,
in sour kisses
Watch them turn,
to lemon curd
No strawberry,
or plum conserve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 139° 
Sky
Better days are yet to come
I know because the light has won
So lift your head up and see
That better days just begun
To anyone who needs this
 110° 
Delyla Nunez
Twisting and bending you do
Forming new motions to move and speak.
I get lost in translation,
Yet you are the one that is stimulated.
Begging for help you give me none,
So I shall sit and wait,
Until you are done.
 101° 
anonymous
Where I live,
its such a fantasy,
Brand new cars pass by,
Roll down the street,
Double decker Buses
And the white concrete,
It makes the scene looks so complete,
The neat suits a normality,
The breifcases,
A locality,
Its so capitalist the place that i live,
Its all on the fight, to strive to survive
We probaably know now
 89° 
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)
 83° 
Semihten5
our lives were just a few fractures
but never our pain does not end
 70° 
shana
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.
 61° 
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
 50° 
TheWitheredSoul
Its not love on which the strongest Foundations are built,
Its the decency of Merciful Lies,
That are buried deep in our hearts,
Bound! never to peek or pry through our meek
Withered Hearts.
I wish my heart buried all of the lies and contempt that bespoke our love for each other was it more then mere lust and liveliness was it more than what we thought it was, were we kindered souls that found and lost each other  in the precipice of the END, I guess we will never know.
 42° 
Palpebra
i've got shades

to me

you've got shades

to you

still we're

the same black

created from

different hues
 41° 
Michael T Chase
A light growing bright,
and changes frequency.
Earth forgotten a time
before the push screen.
19 letters *5=95 "for the Glorious One"
-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
beautiful
but bland
verses.
 36° 
Micah
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
 36° 
Emma
My sleep isn’t silent
I go down screaming
Screaming
Kicking

Because I’m one breath away from
Death
One whisper away from
Eternity

My sleep is quiet
So I fill it with shrieks
Just to make sure
I am alive
 33° 
Callamasttia
The universe loves a bad joke.
 33° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Each time you smile..
Each time the sparkle of your eyes meet my eyes...
Each time the wind  caresses your hair..
Each time the melody of your voice fills the air...
You are demoing your soul...
Your most precious asset....
 24° 
Deidre Lockyer
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
 23° 
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
 23° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 22° 
David R
i climb the scaffolding
look down below
spirit faltering
will i die in the blow?

caffeine swirling,
dizziness whirling,
truth obscured
devil-lured

dry darkness,
unfeeling eyes,
dropping, heartless
out of the skies

failing, falling,
faster than water,
missed my calling,
embracing slaughter

but i'm still here,
didn't dare,
risk the fear
of devil's snare
This was a memory. At the moment I do not have any drastic suicidal wishes.
 22° 
Hakikur Rahman
Today's work, will do it tomorrow
That can't be done anymore
Will give the happiness of this fortune to the other one
That cannot be changed.

Who be obligated as much as here
There is as much as one deserves
One will get as be worthy of
There is no alternative to that.

The provisions of the rules are written there
His reckoning is all fair
Now it's time to realize
One has to be patient.
 21° 
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
 21° 
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
 21° 
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
 21° 
tenielle
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
soulmates
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
You've been there, seen that, done that, -
But I don't care because
I have to try to be there,
I need to go and see that,
I must attempt to do that -
But this time, on my own.
 20° 
UnitingWriting
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
 20° 
Colm
The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be
The January Lasts

It's not about non-existence. It's about getting away from the self without reset. It's about being... Refreshed. And we all do that differently.
 19° 
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.
 19° 
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
 19° 
Poetry Art
when i was a kid
i always wonder why the moon kept following me
is she my best friend?
my protector during the nights i walk alone?
until  i grew older
and find her presence my peace
started telling her my secrets and dreams
sometimes we share our tears
we will talk all night
together we will fall asleep
the moon is my best friend. who is yours?

may you live well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
 19° 
Jamie Walker
I may not always understand
the why’s of your behaviours
And the reasons for your thoughts.
I may not be able to see or feel
the burden that threatens to break you
while you smile and laugh at my bad jokes.
I may never find the magic words
that will erase your pain forever,
but I will keep writing until I do.
Because there is a song that reminds me of you;
that one were David Byrne sings
“you’ve got a face with a view”.
I may never fully understand
The condition casting black clouds on your days
But remember, the skies will always get clearer
And I will love you always.
 18° 
Khoi
I see birds fly
from this concrete predicament
faces in ****** hands
I hurt and I cry
my hands are wet
trapped
on Pilates plateau
a place where bugs die.
 18° 
Betty
Mayfly
all snowy white wings
delicate fragile things
that dance and skim the summer air
hardly there
a second of modernity
to experience eternity
what if a penultimate day in May
to play and love & live
was all you had to give?
 18° 
nearlyapoet
You knew every corners and broken parts of me.
Seen all of my insecurities but you've found them lovely.
I know I'm bad at love until you came--
Patched all the wounds inside
and i know it will never be the same.

But i woke up one morning without you in our bed.
What happened to the love we made
and the promises  you said?
That moment, i saw my life disappeared before my eyes;
It brought me in tears,
knowing that we made memories out of your lies.
 17° 
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
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