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MARAJ
MARAJ
F/USA The only way i have been able to express my emotion is through poetry. poetry bring words to life and life to meaning.
I write her She is poetry I read her She is poetry Sometimes, I don't understand her She is poetry I see her There is something about her It's hidden but seen There is something about her shattered mirrors put together It's hard to see through the crack But I can see the crack itself Who is she? I don't know Who will she become? I don't know All I know is that she is poetry and poetry is made by God
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
She is Poetry
Change Change is Change is constant Change is the constant feeling that something is going to tweak and one day you will become the person that is weak Or a person that is strong One that stand up for what is right or what is wrong You can become the hottest freshmen in tech or the coolest senior in arts but the change that made you like that is what made you who you are Change is like hot summer, you love it but sometimes it can cause fire You see, when fire burns you it has a final result and what is done takes forever to be undone If life happened and I changed life wont happen again for us to go back to our old ways I know I changed but like I said Change Change is Change is constant Change is a constant that something is going to tweak and one day you will never be the person you always wanted to be.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
Change
One time, we were just talking Then I asked him, “do you like poetry?” He said “no, not really” That’s when I knew That’s when I knew that we were not right for each other If I live poetry And I breathe poetry If I speak poetry And I eat poetry If I dance poetry And I sing poetry If I sleep with poetry And I wake up with poetry If poetry was my peace And one of the gift God gave me, Then who are you to be with me and not love poetry For I make poetry And poetry makes me If you don’t like poetry You don’t like me
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Him and poetry
One room Two people Different perception Similar conclusion One with instincts of love The other filled with devoid, imagination and few disbelief. But... At the end, they all have a similar conclusion: Love's Gonna Get You Killed...
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
Love's Gonna Get You Killed
This device in which they call, "phone," has now become a source of sadness every time I set my eyes on it and the first word that my eyes encounter is "Mummy" red green cut pick Which one should I do? I am stuck in the world between those two The green might bring joy or pain, for her voice most of time times makes me feel disdain Pick: my grades. Distraction, I face That's all she ever says and whenever any good words come out of her mouth, they don't last long because they come with warning reminding me that I can be foolish most of the times Red I pick, punishment I feel. Pain, I'm inflicted I guess she is my supreme being Never will she admit that from her mouth, but when I cut the call, I remember that she made love and I was the result so if not for her, I would not be in this world. But then ... I'm stuck in the world between those two. No red No green No cut No pick I just let it ring and dance to the rhythm.
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
The call
I silenced my curiosity to please the deaf that my misunderstanding goes deeper than it looks. They say when you lose one sense, the other becomes stronger. Why can’t your eyes see through me, to my pain and realize that my curiosity was not in vain.
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
In vain
They were right when they said, “what you don’t know can’t hurt you.” Nothing is new under the Sun but somethings, the eyes is blinded to...
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Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Blinded
As soon as he spoke, I felt uneasy. For his words were enough to give me distress and his presence, I dread. Or maybe I was just insane and fear has played an illusion in my mind. When his presence was known to a crowd, they admired his beauty. Every word that escaped from his mouth were like those of Athena - filled with wisdom and knowledge Meanwhile I was Llyr around him and the crowd. I made sure my presence to the crowd was obscure Or maybe I'm Insane. I must be queer in the head to possibly think I had the power to do that He was too substantial to not notice me. I stood out... I think It might be because the world revolves around me... I think It's going to take the woman in me to conquer this insanity.... I Know
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
Insane
Should have, would have, could have I'm tired of being the only one trying Can you for once put in some effort I'm tired of being the only one giving love Can you give some love too? I'm tired of being the only one who cares Can you care too? You know... It take two people to have a relationship
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
I'm tired