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MieJuul
MieJuul
20/F There is not much to say. I love writing and especially writing poems. It is a way to express who we are and what we feel.
Like flames, a spark came to life. You looked me in my eyes And I in yours You put a smile on my face Oh, a smile with a hint of regret How come I didn’t see it? I was happy We had an agreement One I liked, we both had our freedom Except now, I know it is going to be me I am the one who will end up with a broken heart Because feelings never obey your rational part. - M.J.R, 16/10-2019
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Burning up in flames
Shoulders back Head up Breath. Weave through the crowd faster yet slower shoulders back, straight posture. An opening ahead clear space light seeping through. Like a moth to a flame. Pose and wait breath in, breath out. Surrounded by silence than by darkness the first tunes strike. Head up a broad smile spotlight on dance. Move spin jump and mesmerize. Tunes fade away applaud is roaring the smile fades. Do I dance for myself or do I dance for validation? MJR 11/01-18
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
Thightened ballet shoes
It's so weird how one little thing can destroy so much. The butterfly-effect small causes can have large effects. MJR. 22/03-17
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
Untitled
*Look into my eyes. Do it. Look at what you have done against me. toyed around with me, created pouches beneath my eyes, turned the deep, brown color grey, caused ephemeral moments where all life vanishes from my eyes. YOU did this, you caused this pit of hatred inside me in the sparkle in my eyes.*
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
You don't see me like you used to do
I told you I would do anything for you, love I would climb mountains I would cross oceans just to see a smile on your face Because isn't that what love is So you asked me for one thing to be patient oh how it would be easier to climb a mountain patience is key but patience is not something I have the key to I will do my best to be what you need me to be please just remember I am human too I make mistakes that sometimes hurt you
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Patience is Key
. if i only I t had known you a few years h later. All the confusion a and all the tiny heartbreaks p would never have occurred. We p are like shooting stars; always e passing each other by a mere n inch. Waving hello and s t always goodbye h a t s t I i l t l h i n k a b o u t y o u
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
Raindrops have feelings too
*I'm 18 Where am I in this life I was 14 I knew where I was heading I'm like a tidal wave The ocean Nuances of blue and black Calm before the storm Raging in different directions Every single way I'm able to go in all directions. The sun sets behind my horizon The wind is blowing Taking me east Now west Calm before the storm.*
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
Tidal wave
*Anger. Rage. Fury. Resentment. Bitterness. Tantrum. Wrath. Rampage. & Misunderstandings. It all starts with misunderstandings, if you would try to look over your own nose, you'd see. You'd see that I am just trying trying trying* trying *to reach out. With false hope, I got shot. I thought it meant more.*
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Outburst
I write poems because, Poets are the people, Who understand how i feel, How it is like to love, To lose it, I write my madness, Craziness, Faithfulness, And like many artists, My loneliness, Poets don't criticize, Like the rest of the world, They may smile, Or cry reading, But never be leaving, An insult, Because they understand, They know the pain, They feel it, When i have a problem, I have no one to share with, No friends, Not siblings, Definitely not my family, I turn to poetry, I can write what i want, I write what i feel, I write out my troubles, Rhyming words, In small thought bubbles, And crying inside, No one to sit beside, No one to hold, Everything is cold, Poetry is the only thing, Keeping me alive, it helps me survive!
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
Why i write poems?
*It's closing in once again water falls leaves descend. Night becomes darker light deprived of its ember fumbling around, on knees struggles getting harder.*
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
Do you see