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 1912° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 660° 
Rick Clewett
this footbridge leads to nowhere
so it seems across the gulley
just winter grass and cactus
low mountain ridges
and low clouds all
in almost black and white

between subdued and somber
open shadows leading
in straight lines

some joys are not bright baubles
a frozen moment
a quiet image

just breathe and sit
and take it in
contemplative, nature, scene
I beg of you my foes
release me
from the clutch of your damnation
allow me safe return to the land of my birth
freedom from your forked tongue
that spits foul words of stench
the gnashing of your teeth will be no more

you have created in me darkness
That you have embedded deep into the core of my inner being
I shall beg of you no more

I demand of you return
return back to the pits
for you shall be made to
wallow in the agony
and pain for which you have
bestowed upon life

It has been written what you
have created in me
you now fear
 308° 
Renee Danes
I hate myself
For wanting you,
A birthday wish
That can never
Come true
 230° 
Caroline Shank
To my toes.  To the tap tap
tapping of my toes.   I beat to the
rhythm of Willie and Conway.
I don't look like Dolly but
I know she knows me.

My moods swing to the bars
and guitars.  I am under the
swing of stars looking for
the song under the melody.

I want you Loving me Was Easier
than Anything you have Ever
Done Before. I want you to
Lay Me Down.  I Will Always
Love You.

Country music sings to my longing
for you to whom I come with
my strings on a song. I stand
here, tears fall, longing for you
to come and take me to the
limit.

Dance with me.  Swing me around
the moon.  Believe in me.  I am
the first it was to call you to
the floor. I am your Slow Hand.

Caroline Shank
Purely experimental. Let me know what you really think.  Thanks
 227° 
Squid
Bring me the happy words
Let them fall in my lap
As everything else does
And I'll do my best to handle them with care
Though they may crack in my hands
Tumble roughly from my mouth
And lose form on paper
Gift me a joyous phrase despite it all
I was in a good mood earlier and really happy I'm here. But I dont know how to write about happy things. I kinda just feel happy and smile. I guess I dont think as much when I'm happy. Which would be why I dont have the words to write about being happy.
 162° 
Ash C
You're grown now

You can't cry

I wont allow

So don't you dare try

I know deep down you wanna bawl

But you're grown, you're grown

If you let go, it'll be a waterfall

So claim your throne

Because up there

You're gonna have to bare
 160° 
maddie
words that leave you feeling sore
are as simple as
"I don't love you anymore"
 148° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 122° 
rachel kirkpatrick
one look from you
and my body
softens and bends
in response.
i see nothing else
and i couldn't fight it
even if i wanted to,
you are my gravity.
 111° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 105° 
Ceyhun Mahi
The colorful tears of youth are the warmest,
The most lonely in a world you don't know,
Because you haven't been here for the longest
Time since birth, step by step we all did grow.

We're always struck by our uncertain stars,
While still opening up, trying to find
The answers of this life, with smiles and scars,
Praying in different ways they stay aligned.

O God, forgive the flowers of this world!
We are so young, and thus so flawed,
Forgive our faults; our cheeks are pearled,
While we're always by Your creation awed.

Let us all strive our best to reach our goal,
Before we're one day called back with our soul.
Youth means learning things for the first time, that can be hard at times.
 98° 
Nolan Morris
It just is

The red-bellied woodpecker and I
are one. It has always been
that way. See the blue sky?

And do you see all the ways
a cloudy world wishes to have
its say? Twisting and pulling.

Twisting and pulling. Twisting
and pulling. Yet, the red-bellied woodpecker
and I are one. It just is.

And you and I are one. Calling
out is the sky. The sun begs
the questions to be done. A ball of

Fire. And all this twisting
and pulling. Twisting and pulling.
Strung out and wrung out --

And a woodpecker. Red-bellied.
         In the sun. In the sky.
                And you

And I
 96° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
They say,
Change is,
Good
They don't say,
Change is,
Different
 82° 
w m
96
we do not owe politeness if we feel unsafe
 82° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 71° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 62° 
Nova
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 61° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 61° 
Anastasia
"you're so beautiful,"
i told him.
he looked away
"i'm not"
he said
"you're one of the most beautiful people i've ever met,"
i said.
"no,
i'm ugly,"
he told me
"i swear, there's something about, that's just
absolutely beautiful."
i promised.
he looked up
angry tears in his eyes
"No. You don't get it. I'm hideous,"
he yelled.
"you're so beautiful to me"
i said softly as he walked away
i tell him he's beautiful, but what i think doesn't matter to him.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 60° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 59° 
Myka
x
your sword is pointed at my neck,
so go ahead and slit my throat.
you'll see no fear in my eyes when you do.
the tip of my dagger already did its job,
and soon, the poison will **** you too.
 53° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 53° 
Mark Toney
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
     ~Nearsighted
          (rule of law)
     ~Farsighted
          (rule of lies)
     ~The "ayes" have it
          (hidden agenda)
     ~The "ayes" have it
          (secret addenda)
     ~The "ayes" have it
          (hate crimes)
     ~The "ayes" have it
          (critical times)
     ~Undocumented truth
          (entombed)
     ~Unmitigated lies
          (exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
     ~As the world cries
12/13/2019 - Poetry form: Free Verse - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
 53° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 46° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 45° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 43° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 42° 
Miles Martinez
I am so tense.
I am so dense.
I am so small.
But, I can call
"I am still here"
I am still here
 41° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
This year taught me people will leave if you love and care about them so much.
 38° 
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.
 35° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 33° 
Quinn Adaire
I can’t
I can’t
I can’t
But I will
Do I even have a choice?
 33° 
Aasiyah
finally my fantasies are real
everything i wanted to ever feel
everything i wanted you to be
now youre with me, my doll

i wanted glass
i wanted diamonds
i wanted beads
i wanted jewelry

anything that sparkles like your eyes
anything that fills me with greed
anything thats dangerously beautiful

and just be filled with

i wanted empathy
i wanted sympathy
i wanted loyalty
i wanted affection

anything that fills me with jealousy
anything that stabs so inefficiently
anything that stirs me relentlessly

like bottling a mermaids sing
anything that burns down the heavens
like ripping off an angels wing,
anything that burns down the heavens
 33° 
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.
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 32° 
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.
Stained glass
With blood
 31° 
SM2102
When the fire loses its blaze
And the water loses its grace
When the wind forgets its curiosity
And the earth gets lost in subdued morbidity

Even then, my soul would crave
for only one thing,
You.
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