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How many times now
Have I lost count
On the many that make me wonder

Who do they think
Died and made them king
Thinking that they walk on water

As narcissists go
There's an overflow
Self-centered in this generation

A desperate need
To be top of the heap
Power, prestige in the making

Searching for clicks
In hopes they like it
And that no one steals their thunder

While hiding the truth
Through the filters they use
Thinking that they walk on water

It's hard to save
Giving your soul away
With no direction to your moral compass

Such is the loss
At too high a cost
Narcissists walking amongst us

Thinking that they walk on water...
We now have
An army of
Poets with single
Sentences and I
Only need 290
More poets' sentences.
This is going great guys! Thank you for all of your support.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
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I'll write as many love poems as I want,
But the one person they're for,
Will never read them.
Maybe one day, just not today.
To write the poem,
The one that you'll be know for,
Even beyond the day you fade to Heaven.

It takes a lifetime,
So if I'm lucky,
I still have 86 years,
To make that poem happen.
Sometimes I think country music can read my mind, how does it know what to play for what I'm feeling?
X
I dont want your love

Dislike your attention

Do everything I can

To push away your affection

Boy get the hint because

I'm not going back in time

To when you treated me like ****
If I had a time machine,
I'd go back in time,
To talk to ten year old me.
I'd tell him this,
The next four years of your life are going to be painful.
The next few years we be hard,
But don't let that distract you,
From giving life all you've got.
In the end, life is all we've got. Keep fighting. :)
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