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 335° 
Rebecca Cerrone
Freeing my rebellious feelings,
As I move into untamed wonders,
I feel welcomed.
Lungs breathing in energies,
I am connected,
Leaving fragments of my wild soul.
 266° 
Samantha
every time i think someone might actually care...
 230° 
Allison French
Haven't You heard?

The great wave represents
so
much
more

Mona Lisa's smile is not happy
Let me tell you why

You just don't understand
what it means

Maybe if you were more in tune
With yourself
And your soul
You would know what they were saying
What they were expressing
With each color
Each stroke

Haven't you heard
The answer is definite
I know for sure
What they represent
What they mean
Don't you feel the same way?
 182° 
Tegan
Breathe,
Look at the sky,
Feel the dust settle,
Feel the wind between your fingerprints.
Life hurts,
But I'd never give up this earth,
When right now,
It is turning for me.
 149° 
triggerword
they put my grandmother in a box
and strangers came to mourn
shedding tears too weak to taste
they better burn me when I go
 122° 
Cyan
Hazel or green,
I can't decide what's looking back at me
and if it's full of
fear or wonder,
or something in between
Finally,
The peace and the calm.
The waves settled down,
And birds flying high.
With the sun beating down,
Will death grant me this
For the rest of my life?
 104° 
Erin Esterberg
I look over at you and see sunshine,
Rays and rays of never-ending bliss,
Radiating warmth and love.
Truly a living masterpiece;
Alive, beautiful, and breathtaking.
 103° 
Kay
My therapist told me
Exercise would make me happy
So why are there tears in my eyes
As I run away from my problems
 87° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 84° 
Crimson Falcon
I was cool
Sensible really
But then I fell in love
And now I'm just a hopeless romantic
 82° 
Nicole
My heart cries for someone tonight.
Not any of the usual suspects.
All I want is to have someone to
Sob to, to be completely naked with
During the wreckage of these
Hail storms.
But the walls only hear
My longing and they cannot
Respond
To my deep desire for breathing
 74° 
Julianna
the owl watches
quiet
a sentinel  
its eyes
flashlights in the darkness
its wings
its feathery cloak
its talons
the weapon of choice
 72° 
Jim Davis
Stop fighting against
The brightening light
Surrender all to love

©  2019 Jim Davis
 66° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 63° 
Gracie Kaub
After watching others create
and piece together works of art
she sadly reveals she cannot do the same.
She declares “i have ideas. I just can’t
turn them into words like others can.”

She has no idea that
She is the voice
behind them all.
She is
a poem on two feet.
I wanted to scream
Until I heard the
Whistling in my ear.
I wanted a song
To pair with the freight
Train crashing through
My heart.
I wanted to feel my
Bones shatter
At the impact.

But instead,
I implode
And my lips pull
Into a smile.
"Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine
In a while".
 63° 
Theia
forever
keeps getting shorter
while i
keep getting older

time
will
run
out
 61° 
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!
 56° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 56° 
Dshamilja Sturm
My beautiful deception,
Everything familiar,
Yours who’s skin is comfort on my fingertips,
Yours who’s eyes, I fathom to lose myself in,
Who’s pain runs so detrimentally deep,
That I could never comfort,
That I could never lose myself,
For the fear of losing all that I am.
But nevertheless,
Yours.
 54° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 54° 
Redroses
You are human.
You feel pain.
You are imperfect.
You are weak.
You are sinful.


But God loves you
He died for you
He took your pain
He washed your sins
He gave you strength
He gave you life
 53° 
ronnie
I had always been
Afraid to dance.
What if
I looked silly
Or if someone watching
Joined in and performed
At a higher level.
How could I keep
Dancing after?
But now, that I
Am the last person
Remaining in the
Universe, all I can
Do is Dance, and cry.
 51° 
hsyclara
yeah.
it’s like that.
 49° 
N Nordholt
A tear rolling down my face and I don’t even notice.
I’ve been all alone this time and I hope that you know this.
By my lonesome I was staring in the distance.
All I truly felt was that time was you getting more distant.
Other than that I feel pretty numb.
Not even frightened anymore of what’s to come.
Lost myself along the road to this.
Leaning into nothing for that final kiss.

And as you look that nothing deep in the eyes.
You realise all had already been erased from her mind.
- N.N.
 47° 
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
 47° 
Christina L
i still talk about you like im coming home to you
i still act like ill see you later
i still mention your name in all my conversations
i still think about you in everything i do

i still wish you were my boyfriend
 47° 
Carmen Jane
My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.

I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.

The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched...
 46° 
Suzy Berlinsky
Never hit a woman with your hand when a brick is handy. Never, I
said NEVER. Bricks are hard, harder than ice cream on blue velvet
and twice as dangerous. Never eat after going swimming. Don't get
drunk on land or water. Never lose faith in Houdini's lost daughter.
 46° 
Kody dibble
I miss you
Like the rain misses the blood in my veins

You know they say we are made mostly of water
I drown in you

She watches darkness
I see the light in you

I live in you
Petty phrases and lifeless eyes
 45° 
Satsih Verma
A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.

In black sky
you whimper and ask
only for the love to happen between
the sweaty hands.

The stings have
a job to do. They breed the
wasps amidst us. So your
signs bleed.

The night terrors
return. I touch the toxic
insignia. Such pure flesh
will kiss the poem.
 45° 
Sydney
I wait
I sit and wait
Nothing
Nothing comes
Nothing goes
Empty and alone
I still wait
I still sit and wait
Still nothing
Still nothing comes
Still nothing goes
Still empty and alone
 44° 
Inverted Soul
Living with my misleading
and false reality
with concerns of anxiety
skipping and spinning
just to fabricate
the incorrect
theories motion on
to find that
forever is just nothing
cold and motionless
coupled with reasons
and ideations
just to enter
the madness of the mind
advancing to agitation
with no direction to be known......
 44° 
sheila sharpe
All that there is
of goodness
and of love
and of warmth
and of light
can be seen in the smiles
that you give to me
every hour
of every day
of every night
love; caring
 44° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 43° 
Anne
I want to
love you.
really really
do. rather you
keep  
pushing            me                a w a y.
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