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 1207° 
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
 562° 
dadens
she was wiser than most
and overly cautious at times
because of this.

her quiet observations
were the reasons
for her hesitations.

she kept her distance
with all but a few.

a few, who knew the woman
she really was.

the woman of fury and strength
that lived inside
her outwardly coy demenour.
 350° 
Babylyn Berina
Some nights
we slumber,
'til the fourth
stage of sleep.
No susurrus
can bother
the silence
that we keep.

But some nights,
just some nights
mostly around 3.
With troubled mind
we stay up late
writing poetry.
Just one of those nights, eh?
 301° 
nico papayiannis
And then as I spoke
Your face
It changed
No love just hate
Animosity served
On a stone cold plate

A language unknown
Well to you it was
Either that
Or suddenly you are deaf
My words  bounce back
And with those you offer
I find myself
Under attack

You have a blatant disregard
For all that I am
No respect
For all that you loved
The bitterness that prevails
Sets the wind in our sails

Enchanted I was
But your magic has become
Just an acidic illusion
Our time maybe spent
We came we went
A reality now
Bred free from confusion
 284° 
john Shelton
I used to hate waking up in the middle of the night,
the gentle glow of a snore resonating from two pipes,
would shake me as my eyes would close,
but now during the rest of the days, you know mon-thurs,
I find that my ears can't take it,
they are tired of being lonely,
scared of not being held by the gentle whisk of a growl,
sad that your half of the bed is being held up,
by 107 miles that separate my ears from you nose.
i am in a long distance relationship
 244° 
Cress Rosario
When the sun shines brighter
Like that smile on my face
In my joy, oh Lord
I’ll come back to You

When the noise grew louder
Like raging storm in my head
In the midst of my pain
I’ll come back to You

When days seems longer
Like a clock ticking slow
In the waiting, Lord
I’ll come back to You

In every season
Every moment and emotion
I’ll come back to You
Always, Lord. Back to You
 240° 
CautiousRain
Promise me a rose,
with its subtle, sweet scents,
its soft touch,
and its beautiful presence,
oh, and please,
don't you worry,
I'm well aware
your promises always wilt away.
I wrote this and I starting crying?? Yikes
 237° 
BJ Donovan
It's unjust, mistaken, rained upon the lambs.
  They're all innocent. I own each ounce of anger.
  Brutality lurks just beneath my smile.
  I inherited my war broke dad's rage as my own.
  I keep it at bay best I can. Addiction is my lover.
  She holds me. She calms me. She helps me forget.
 230° 
Ellen F D
I stumble through the darkness,
Outstretched hands fumbling lamely,
Terror bubbling inside of me,
A lack of direction in the unknown.

Then a glimmer of light begins to glow far away,
A candle flickering silently,
Too far to touch,
Almost too far to see,
A pin ***** in nothingness,
Yet, I know.

And I carry on toward it,
With unwavering determination,
My fear becomes courage,
And the darkness becomes but an obstacle,
A test of will,
On my journey to the light.
 225° 
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.
 221° 
joseph g schelling
explode with beauty
gun powder, wicks and cardboard
beautiful fireworks
 186° 
cat
my mother saved a dead bird
and dressed it in violets
she emptied a box
once filled with letters
her brother sent from his cell
to carry the bird down
from my bedroom
where the cat had placed it
a gift to his mother
leaving the feathers
while the bird rots in our yard
 168° 
ᕼONEY
a little older
that sweet taste

a little wiser
warm touch
with that gaze I'll melt away

tiptoe
can we go to your room

playing around

a little more experienced

falling in lust

it's all we want
 147° 
TitaniumInks
I want to drown in the
Dark ocean of death
And pull you out of it
Even though deep within
I know that the moment I take a dip
I won’t be able to find you
‘Cause then, I’ll be dead too.
 143° 
Haley
tell me the truth. what makes you beautiful?
is it your hair?
how about your eyes?
maybe your thighs?
could it be your lips?
or could it be the way you dip?
whatever it is, you are beautiful, inside and out
poetry tells us the beauty of the world. but what about the beauty of the writer? what makes you beautiful?
 142° 
Semihten5
not trains
only screaming
when the shadows go
 128° 
Kasey
You
It's funny to think
You walked into my life just one month ago
Yet everything about you happens to make my days better
Just one month changed everything about everything
I have found joy in the lovable self of you
We found each other in the perfect time
I can't help but find myself falling
I'm falling so hard for you
You make me feel so special
I can really say I would do anything for you
<3
 116° 
Dr Baljit Singh
After tiredness
The man takes rest
We all find the shade
I too found

I then opened my eyes; it was an evening
I then walked to the next phase

If human beings are dangerous species; there are also men with courage

Dr Baljit Singh
Wednesday 19th June 2019
 112° 
Avery
Even with friends surrounding
A reliable future
If you don't accept me
I'll still die alone
 111° 
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
 107° 
sun
she soaks herself in his hurt
and it d
            r
            i
            p                
     ­       s                
                         o
                         u
                          t

of him
ever so slowly,
infecting her.
all she wanted was for him to be
drained
so he could live without pain
but now, she thinks
living is pain.
 97° 
Lisa
A girl you can trust with your heart
The highlight of your day
The thunder to your sunlight
The ketchup to your fries
The solution to your problems
The sizzle to your bacon
The diabetes to your heart
 80° 
Coco
I’m gonna miss you,
My friend.
I’m gonna miss your silly smiles,
However fleeting they may be.
I’m gonna miss your laugh,
Even if it was only ever on my behalf.
I’m gonna miss seeing your face,
All over the place.
I’m gonna miss everything.
Everything about you.
Everything about you,
My friend.
 73° 
A
Sitting here in the dark with streams of tears flowing down
Here I am
My real self
The person who I really am
Not the person I only pretend to be in the light of day
In the dark
I feel safe
I feel open
I feel broken
I feel like me
It's hard to pretend to be someone your not
 67° 
Jamison Bell
Even when you realize
That they know not what they do
It doesn’t sting any less
There’s no balm in pity
Just more sorrow
Derived from the fact
That you can die
Alone
Even after leading by example
Because they weren’t looking
 66° 
sol
Wednesday, January 17, 2018

You were like snow
You looked so pure & clean
But when you touched me, you stung
You were ***** &  cold
Hard to breathe, hard to see
Black like coal
You were just like snow
 64° 
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.
 59° 
Gray Ndiaye
An ocean lies between us
Mirroring the peace
I have searched deserts for
The further away from you
I am
The further away from my memory
You go
 54° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 52° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 52° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 50° 
Emmanuella
"And you,
my dear lady
are the poem.
I just give it voice."
And I could recite it evermore.
 50° 
Aurora
Every guy I meet
Falls for the sparkle in my eyes
They don’t know that
Behind the sparkle
Is where the devils hide
 49° 
Veda Laurenski
You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 47° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 45° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
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l
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l
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