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 Jun 4 Yourshadow
Aslam M
Problems will come
Just like the Rains.
Instead of  anticipating
For the Rains to Stop.
Just Get an Umbrella
And Simply Open it.
 Jun 4 Yourshadow
Ma-kayla
Even the moon has to go through phases -
sometimes barely there,
sometimes shining full.
But no matter what,
it always comes back whole.
 Jun 4 Yourshadow
Lily
I told the stars my pain, but they blinked in disbelief
As if the sky could not conceive a suffering so far beneath
Still their presence offerd a quiet relief
 Jun 4 Yourshadow
Lyle
when my heart is done aching
the pain moves to my head
the feelings swarm to my mind
because simmering in my heart
does them no good
at least when they make my head ache
they are allowed to boil over
and be released all at once
captured in headache tears
that once were heartache feelings
Me
It came In waves.
Only when triggered.

I need to learn restraint.
Self-restraint.
Emotional restraint.
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My sails are torn;
scratched and worn.
I’m impulsive.
My character is polarizing.
Calm or extreme.
There is no in between.
Love me, hate me, take your pick.
But I promise you.
I’m not one to forget.
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 Jun 4 Yourshadow
Maria
A woman, who’s really tired,
Hasn’t even go to bed.
It’s past midnight and all over again.
Her bed’s still fully made.

A woman, who’s really tired,
Forgot what sleep is.
She spent herself but stably accepted
Her Destiny’s painful decrees.

A woman, who’s really tired,
Wants simply and plainly to be.
She stopped laughing long ago.
She rarer wants to speak.

A woman, who’s really tired
Of blaming herself for breathe,
A woman, who’s still feeling,
Has simply the right to live!
Thank you for reading it! 🙏💖
 Apr 16 Yourshadow
ThePoet
I would dry your eyes if it
meant drowning in your tears

I would calm your demons if it
meant falling with your fears

I would fight your struggles if it
meant suffering your strife

I would trade your death if it
meant giving you my life

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I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
 Apr 13 Yourshadow
vlt
trees
 Apr 13 Yourshadow
vlt
I stepped foot into a forest,
And all the trees looked at me.
I tried to run away from it,
But there was nowhere to be.

And the ground below me faded.
And stared did the trees.
And I slowly became engulfed,
Their stare pierced straight through me

The ground was redly painted,
Stil staring was the trees.
Their leaves were deeply stained,
By the blood of what was me.

For a tragedy happened,
A ****** of my own self.
Of which I am the culprit,
And the victim as well.
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