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Saturdayjones
Saturdayjones
Who’d I do this for? Me or you?
Years ago, my professor had cancer. Her diagnosis left her with no answers. So she told her students that it would be nice To stop by her office and say something kind. Because she was having a very hard time. I found it odd. What difference would it make For this classroom to comment on her fate? But they did, they did! And to my surprise They baked her a cake, said prayers; cried! Yet she still died. Maybe we should have kept our cakes at home. Maybe we should have said our prayers alone.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
My Professor Had Cancer
I have a friend, he’s made of stone, So he ended up all alone. I know this girl, she’s made of glass, And she can only see her past. And then there’s me, I’m made of air, I want to be seen, but there’s nothing there. But then there she was, made of poetry, — And she made it look so easy. She shined like jewelry. I just wanted her to notice me, But sadly, I’m made of air. I want to be seen, but there’s nothing there.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
I Don’t See Anything
knock knock knock   knock knock knock   I guess no one’s home.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
I Knocked on the Door
I don’t believe in deep down inside. But deep down inside I am afraid that those I care about will leave me. So I leave them first and make sure they can’t reach me. So when they finally let go of me It justifies my animosity. So I showed them! I win the game of hearts! Because you wanted me and I Denied you. I win! I win! Again and again! Because you showed me what is deep down inside you. Haha! Haha! You thought I was your friend! You thought I cared about you. (A secret part of me did.) But so what! Even if I’m all alone, At least no one can hurt me down here. :)
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
The Game of Hearts ♥️
I would like you to be my little piece of infinity. My little slice of time and space that I can carry with me. A million, billion, trillion years, for me, won’t change anything, So happily ever after, here, my dear, means eternity. So as time and space crack and break, and give into infinity, I ask of you the final few questions of my reality. Would you...could you walk with me as I trip into infinity? Would you...could you hold on to me as I slip into infinity? Could we combine at the end of time and fade into infinity?
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
Into Infinity
The colors went green then red then orange then blue. And there was nothing I could do. Then the night grew colder and darker and there was nothing and no one.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
*cries softly*
The Infinite nothing, And one day you Will see it. And one day you Will feel it. In the sky, But also in your heart.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Infinite Nothing
Like a moth to a flame, the closer to the light I go. Now I'm close to the light. Think about me everyday. Shine on me some kind of way.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
The Light
The girl eats me. She eats my hands. She starts with the fingers, and she's quick to the wrist. The girl beats me. I can't point to my assailant. I can't count the days. She's still at large. The girl eats me and eats me. She eats my hands in four bites, but it takes nine for my face. She moves like a woodpecker. The girl beats me and beats me. I'm too embarrassed to say anything. I tell my friends that I fell down the stairs; so clumsy. The girl eats me and eats me, again. She chews her food very well. I cry every time I think about those teeth and that tongue. The girl beats me and beats me, again. Hey take it easy... One of these days your really gonna hurt me.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
The Girl Eats Me
I acted so well I tricked myself. I blinked and I missed myself. I should give myself more credit. I should live myself. Instead of just with myself. I got so angry I kicked myself. Lost my footing and tripped myself. I started lashing out at others, but somehow I slipped myself. I couldn't even grip myself. When I look back I regret myself. I really thought I could reinvent myself. Do you still think about my inventions? Now that you mention it, I forget myself. I think I just like to upset myself.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Me and Myself