Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2020 Zia
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
 Jun 2020 Zia
Loveless
Bleed
 Jun 2020 Zia
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 Jun 2020 Zia
Sovit Pokhrel
I fell for you.
I fell, in love.
I failed you.
I failed, in love.
Maybe love is like walking.
We fall & we learn,
we get up and we move on,
Eventually learning to love.
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 Jun 2020 Zia
Chuck Kean
The Media
 Jun 2020 Zia
Chuck Kean
The Media
  
   It use to be informative
It use to be both sides of the story
It use to be the good and the bad
And stories of triumph and glory

Now it’s all about fear and hate
And political divisions left or right
Now it’s all about doom and gloom
And getting their ratings for the night

I can’t remember the last time that I
Saw any emotion on a reporter’s face
They just seem like stone cold robots
Far removed from the human race

The world hanging on every word
Of their fake news and lies
Dressed in their dresses and suits
Just the Devil in disguise

The only light they shine is evil
The ultimate dark light
Pitting us to turn on each other
As they watch us argue and fight

They are nothing but serpents
Technically known as Ophidia
The one and only, truth is
The Devil is the Media

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/05/2020
All rights reserved
 Jun 2020 Zia
Naomie
Untitled
 Jun 2020 Zia
Naomie
I'm afraid if I stay,
I may never leave.
 Jun 2020 Zia
Rupert Pip
gore
 Jun 2020 Zia
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Jun 2020 Zia
Simran Guwalani
Rain
 Jun 2020 Zia
Simran Guwalani
And with light wind blowing
I fell asleep to the sound of rain
covered in a cozy blanket
in my lover's arms...
Next page