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 Feb 2016 GM
nobody
Buried under shallow water
Faced up to the sky
I've been lying here for hours
Watching the stars shine
The gentle, muffled ripples
Reflecting dancing light
Onto the sand around me
Soft, clean, and white
I don't know how I got here
I don't know why I stay
No one is coming to save me
But I'm not afraid

-Gloraeanna


©Buried Under Water by Gloraeanna
Shared on Hello Poetry
on February 8, 2016
All rights reserved
You know that feeling you get when you lay at the bottom of a pool and look up at the sky? That silence. Perfect.
 Feb 2016 GM
Nicole
Lonely, lonely little girl,
left with the last crumbs of her heart,
gave it all way,
in hopes of making them stay.
but they never do.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
hidden away in the corner of the room.
watching,
waiting,
for someone to notice.
but they never do.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
listening to conversations between the friends she could’ve had.
but she messed it up,
and they never stay.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
excitement at the plans she hears
then remembering they aren’t for her.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
she’s slowly fading away from her corner,
and no one notices.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
tears run down her face,
because there’s no love in their hearts for her,
and they took her’s away
so she doesn’t know who she is anymore.
Lonely, lonely little girl,
all alone.
for the unnoticed
 Feb 2016 GM
My Shameful Secret
My breath was choking on fire
It brought me to my knees as I plead
Please, someone save me.
Save me from this world
That is consuming me in fire
I'm burning up in flames.

I've come to realize
That I'm just the fuel to someone's fire.
A minor casualty in this world
Filled with the burning desire
To lie, cheat, steal.
******.

The room was blackened out with smoke
I could no longer see the light.
My coughing was worsening with each breath.
This is really the end of my story.

My mind was racing with different scenarios,
All of them leading towards death.
I know there is no hope,
but I have to try to tell them.

Each step feels like my last,
My body was aching.
My steps heaved as I dragged them
across the blackened floor
through the rubble.

I made it to the desk
my hand staggered as I wrote
"This was no accident,
It was a ******."
It is the blackened hearts of some people
that make me hate this world.
It is the pure hearts of some people
that help me keep going.
 Feb 2016 GM
Viki More
Frozen Bones
 Feb 2016 GM
Viki More
Frozen Bones



Mom, why my bone aches?

Why my entire body quakes?



Is this a punishment or am I out lucked?

I wish death would release me than being plucked



Mom, I don’t need drugs or chemotherapy

And no blunt hospitals or hopeless radiotherapy



Mom, before it’s too late and I’m trapped with aphasia

The life’s agonizing; please liberate my soul by euthanasia



Sorry Mom I talk so ruthless,

Nobody wishes life to be so worthless

Promise me you won’t cry when I am gone

Wherever I’d be, your life must stay on.



Your grief is giant that’s last thing I know

I wished you would have seen me for many years to grow



Oh Mom! But these poisonous bones, Why couldn’t be fixed by glue?

As ashes of those bones would immerse and my soul flew

I shall fall asleep peacefully and see a dream of glorious view

Mom, you shall be glad imagining, my life will be calm and new



My life here is nothing but the silent assembly of frozen bones

No flesh, no blood, no pain, everywhere are just peaceful zones
(This is a poem on 7-8 years old boy who died of bone cancer, being child he once wished to ride a huge road roller, his family made full efforts to make his last wish come true, shortly after few days he succumbed to the pain)
 Feb 2016 GM
Mr X
Depression
 Feb 2016 GM
Mr X
She was screaming so silently...
It made my heart ache.
 Feb 2016 GM
Aly the Pear
Depression
 Feb 2016 GM
Aly the Pear
Depression
Enveloping darkness swallowing wholly
Confused family hurting daily
Unhappy memories haunting mercilessly
Concerned friends worrying quietly
Prospective future slipping quickly
Oblivious teachers grading harshly
Low self-esteem dropping endlessly
Understanding lover comforting gently
Frigid emptiness bellowing angrily
Lively peers ignoring unintentionally
Selfish
A "classonian" on depression
 Feb 2016 GM
Eve
Depression is knowing
that the sun rises every morning,
but only ever waking up
in time to see it set.
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