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because if life is something,

it‘s a delicate balance act

of gloom and doom
and overjoyous glee

of hardships and work
and all our time spent free

finding content in it
where it ought not to be

reaching common ground
between the you and the me

as were both sitting
underneath the orchard's tree
a lesson I learned a while ago
I've decided
That I will always look up
Because people stare down at their feet all time
And they don't get to see the trees, the leaves, and the sky
And the first time I tried it out
It left me with no doubt
Because I saw an apple tree
The birds soaring
The squirrels in all of their stress
The stars
And it made wonder
Why I ever looked down
When it was so easy to look up
And see the beauties of the world
When you look up, it makes everything thing seem so insignificant (in the best way) and free
A blue jay perches
Watches the autumn leaves fall--
And stays there alone
I honestly didn't even know what a Haiku was (I knew it was a type of poem but nothing else)before this website. It's my first time trying, and it was really hard! I did my best, though it didn't turn out as good as I hoped. I decided to post it anyway.
Military and militia.
Nigeria and niger area
Predators and Prey

Instead of  killings
Why not bring us a life

Abbas and his family deserve justice.
Abbas is nigerian military and he is only Muslim man in his entire family; in many Nigerian villages, people have no right to practise any religion other than what they inherit.
step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.
funda means bottom most, mental means made of thought,
know thyself, is a fundamental "must do" for any planning to die right.
Cry a river of tears, leading to an ocean of pain,
Close your eyes and try to imagine, you can’t even begin.
A day with no sun, a valley without rain,
Can’t even describe the anguish I am in.

I can give you no reason, offer no insight.
The only thing I know, the pain I feel inside.
Repeatedly I’ve asked myself, Will I be alright?
No answer ever came, so through the times I cried.

The sadness consumes me, I can’t stop the tears,
The pain is overwhelming, so much that I can’t see.
The loneliness surrounds me, bringing closer all my fears.

All of this is too much, I long to be set free.
Win some, lose some
Leave or stay,  
The world will go on anyway.

No more important than a grain of sand,
Come or go,
The winds will continue to blow.

We are born, and then we die,
Remembered or forgotten,
Time goes on without us.

make friends, lose friends,
real or not,
end the end we are all just someone, someone else forgot.

~Shawna K. Whaley
The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night
 22h Hema Savithri
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i wonder what i would’ve been like
if i learned to love myself
instead of being taught to break down every little atom and put it on display
just to be torn apart
i wish i knew
I did not cry today, and I fear

For I could not find one thing

to bring my heart to tears.

Have I grown callus,

Have I grown cold,

Has anger replaced empathy,

or am I just growing old.

Does age exempt my tears,

or have I just run dry.

It saddens me Deeply,

but not enough to cry.
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