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 Oct 8 LL
Peter Garrett
Bang
 Oct 8 LL
Peter Garrett
The only thing worse
Than pulling the trigger
Is spending your entire Life
With a barrel on your mouth
Just waiting for that 'bang'
P.s. This is not a poem about suicide. It's about expectations. About living with a heavy burden and never being able to set free of it.
 Oct 8 LL
KV
Roses
 Oct 8 LL
KV
there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak
We are lonely trees in distant fields
All I can hope
Is that our roots reach out endlessly
Until they touch again
And we can grow together once more

All I want is to watch us blossom
We used to always pick out trees alone in their fields ad feel sorry for them
 Oct 8 LL
Roshan
Chaser
 Oct 8 LL
Roshan
They want women
They chase money
They worship status
But you just want love
Family and children
Horses to ride
Mountains to view
 Oct 8 LL
Jeremy Betts
I'm not afraid of death
To be completely honest
I'm more afraid of life
That part has been the darkest

Tomorrow drags behind it
Anxiety of the unknown
And leaves it at the doorstep
Of the temple ruins I call home

A heart does not regrow, no
Where pieces are ripped out and stolen
Damaging words and moments fill in
What's left stays threadbare and broken

If I've said it once
I've felt it twice
The thought of nothing
Has long enticed

©2024
 Oct 7 LL
Zywa
Tower in the bed

of sand, the unlit beacon --


of a happy time.
Poems "In de Grote Storm van" en "Als alles verloren" ("In the Great Storm of" and "When all is lost", 2017, Wendela de Vos) about the sand-covered church near Skagen (Jutland) that remained standing as a beacon for navigation at sea, and a loved one lost in de storm

Collection "Stall"
 Oct 7 LL
Zywa
I wrap myself up

in my poem, to show me --


show my open wounds.
Poem "Schizophrenia" (2016, Ghayath Almadhoun)
 Oct 7 LL
Zywa
I walk all day long,

thinking all the time, thinking --


of you, behind me.
Poem "Wandeling" ("Walking", 2004, Anna Enquist), in memory of her daughter Margit (1974-2001)

Collection "Stall"
 Oct 1 LL
Zywa
I take the highest

stone, the very mountain top --


and I throw it down.
Poem "legenda" ("legend", 2017, Dorien de Wit), submitted for the Turing Poetry Competition (2017), published in the collection "never end the day with a question"

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
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