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Meganed
Meganed
18/F I am a novice writer, who is just experimenting with different writing styles.
I step across the lily pond making my way Each stone wobbles as I balance my weight Left. Right. I seem to move Trying to decide the correct thing to do Each stone takes me on a different path The bank moves closer as I balance on the stones. The water gushes taunting me like a laugh As I move onto this stone alone. The stones start to vanish, the bank fades away It's just me now, me. Myself. I look for a stone as the oxygen leaves like the day The water comes, I have nothing left to say. I reach for the bank, a hand appears. The grip is warm, the grip is kind. The support I needed, the support brings me to tears This hand, is my saving find.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
Expedition of life
Is it my mind? Or is it must a thought? I know they are just being kind But the mind thinks there are lessons to be taught The bodies a trap Each moment snatched, each memory caught. The curves you can follow like a map and the movements which are entwined creating thought. The body plays games on you sometimes everything is clear, sometimes nothing makes sense. The juxtaposition between mind and body Is something we will never forget.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:28 AM UTC
Mind ≠ body
Have you ever heard the sound of nothing? A desolating sunbeam hitting the ground Each individual on the hunt for something Yet, nothing can be found. The trees feel lonely, They meet the sky for a chat. They beg for money, But the sky gets nothing back. Together, the world turns grey. The smell of death starts to cover the streets While they all stand and wait We just stay inside and try to fall asleep.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
Stay in
Thoughts I think, washed upon the sea. Each small breath, each sharp pain Rough rocks wash away remains. I stand, still. I shall remain Smile. Don't show the pain. Can't let them see, don't let them know. I am happy... I have to be happy. I want to be loved, but I'm not allowed. Keep smiling, but the cracks appear Reflection is gone I want to be me, I won't be.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
Mask
I'm surrounded by so many, yet no one is close. I feel your warmth, but no one is there I yearn for your touch, I need your pain. But now I'm left alone Alone in a world of isolation.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
Juxtaposition of the mind
The bustle engulfs me Swallowed by the past which follows me like sense. Rushing rapidly along the path which leads them to life. One stop. One break. Life suddenly starts to change. Everyone has a mission They may not know it yet. They carry on rushing round like a crow Desperate for attention. Desperate for hope.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
Fluency
Prettiness surrounds me Yet I consume none Beauty is in the heart. What ******** I tell them!
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
Façade
The sparkles of life Trickle with trepidation. Ripples ricoshade from one to side to another; As life seems to stop. Smoothly dancing along the top, Gliding like a kite across the surface. Winding, wildly along the curves; taunting Zeus of his power. The birds call out far and wide They communicate with the sea. They understand him And they understand what he needs.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Poseidon
Got to be Happy, can't show no pain. Got to be happy, don't be yourself. Each smile hides the pain. Each small laugh I feel faint. How long can this last? Like the Jay I sigh. I can't cry. I can't hide. I am happy but no one can tell me why, Each time I try, some more time dies.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
A monologue
At night the voices die. Each small creek, Each small cry. Each small dance, each small turn My heart begins to burn. The silence is loud, It echos. The echos bound. I turn to see my lifeless self, I turn to see my selfless life. As I cry. I cry about how I became mine. There are people to help, I swear there are, But for now I have to sit. Sit and wait. Wait for life to prevail. Wait to start my tale...
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Voices die