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 1483° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
Unicorns Passing
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 1068° 
lia
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
 836° 
Pax
I don't know what to call You.
"Father," which should denote familiarity,
seems a foreign word to me.
May 6, 2025
 515° 
Amanda
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
 469° 
Hemendra
As time slipped,
my will unraveled.
Fingers failed—
nothing left
but a core,
flickering, baffled.

The void bowed,
whispered:
"Welcome to the fore."
"Sire," it hissed,
coiled like promise.
Its eyes found mine—
a hush,
a sacred war.

I woke sweating ash,
no blade to lift,
no beast to bleed,
no venom left—
just infinity
crawling where I breathe.
This evocative free verse poem delves into a profound experience of inner struggle and transformation, where a sense of dwindling personal power gives way to an encounter with an overwhelming, perhaps cosmic, force. The speaker journeys from a state of depleted will to a confrontation with the "void," leaving them in a newly awakened state.
 445° 
Abbott J Hardison
1+1+1
3
3-2
1+(1+1)
1+1(2)
2(2)
2x2
4
4/2
2+1+1
2+1
2
 339° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 315° 
ghost girl
did you know
i dreamed of you
almost every night?

dreamed of chasing you,
begging you,
an almost pathetic longing

for years and years
until i finally
fell out of love with you.

i still dream of you
once in awhile,

but it's not me
giving chase anymore,

it's you.
and i'm always running out of places to hide
 244° 
B C Stan
a cat, they say
both dead and alive, in a sway
trapped in the box
become a metaphysical paradox

a flask of death, a trigger tick
a game of chance, so cold, so sick
they call me life, they call me death
but no one asks to hear my breath

a man, I say
become the halfway
let his atoms hum and twitch
become the theorist’s broken glitch

see how you like the in-between
will you then be so keen
maybe then you’ll see the cost,
see the life lost

seal the box, install the locks
put a man in that box
 242° 
NostalgicFeeling
Lips together, pressed,
as if you were the one dead,
"Wake up"-your only prayer,
but death doesn't care.
Now you can only choke,
on words you never spoke.
28/4/25
 234° 
Shambhavi
Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
 222° 
badwords
Amid the clamor of self-assured minds,
Where the knowing parade their truths refined,
A quieter echo hums, profound and true:
The wisdom of those who confess, "I don't know."

Socrates walked where shadows spoke,
Challenging sages with questions that broke
The fragile veneer of their certain lore—
Truth's light reveals we know far less, not more.

To claim "I know" is to build a wall,
A citadel guarding knowledge small.
Yet cracks appear where hubris reigns,
And truth escapes through humility's pains.

The unknowing few, with open eyes,
Gaze past the clouds of prideful lies.
They ask, they doubt, they sift, they weigh,
In search of dawn where night holds sway.

Euthyphro claims divinity's hand,
Yet falters when truths shift like sand.
Crito pleads for escape to the day,
But justice demands the law's heavy sway.

Phaedo weeps at the prison’s gate,
Yet Socrates drinks the hemlock of fate.
In questions that turn the soul to flame,
The unknowing walk a nobler aim.

To know is to cease, to doubt is to grow;
The river flows where the winds dare blow.
For wisdom, dear friends, begins to take flight
Not in the sun, but in yearning for light.
Another one spun in a mutual dialog.
Soudain je t'ai si fort pressée
Pour sentir ton cœur bien à moi,
Que je t'en ai presque blessée,
Et tu m'as demandé pourquoi.

Un mot, un rien, m'a tout à l'heure
Fait étreindre ainsi mon trésor,
Comme, au moindre vent qui l'effleure,
L'avare en hâte étreint son or ;

La porte de sa cave est sûre,
Il en tient dans son poing la clé,
Mais, par le trou de la serrure,
Un filet d'air froid a soufflé ;

Et pendant qu'il comptait dans l'ombre
Son trésor écu par écu,
Savourant le titre et le nombre,
Il a senti le souffle aigu !

Il serre en vain sa clé chérie,
Vainement il s'est verrouillé,
Avant d'y réfléchir il crie
Comme s'il était dépouillé !

C'est que l'instinct fait sentinelle,
C'est que l'âme du possesseur
N'ose jamais plier qu'une aile,
Ô ma sainte amie, ô ma sœur !

C'est que ma richesse tardive,
Fruit de mes soupirs quotidiens,
Me semble encore fugitive
Au moment même où je la tiens !

Et cette épargne que j'amasse
A beau grandir en sûreté,
Je crois, au moindre vent qui passe,
Qu'un ravisseur a fureté...

Et je fais aussitôt l'épreuve
De tout le deuil qui peut tenir
Dans une âme absolument veuve
Où l'amour n'a plus d'avenir.

Alors je tremble et te supplie
D'un anxieux et long regard...
Oh ! Pardonne-moi la folie
De trembler encore ; si **** !

Hélas ! L'habitude en est prise :
Tu n'as que si **** deviné
Combien le doute martyrise,
Impérissable une fois né.

Dans l'âge (qui n'est plus le nôtre)
Où bat le cœur à découvert,
Le mien, plus exposé qu'un autre,
Puisqu'il t'aimait, a plus souffert ;

Ah ! Tout cœur où l'amour habite
Recèle un pouvoir de souffrir
Dont il ignore la limite,
Tant qu'il souffre sans en mourir ;

Et j'ignorais, naïf encore,
Combien le calice est profond
Que ta main douce emmielle et dore
Sans jamais en montrer le fond ;

Car tu savais, déjà coquette,
Ménager longtemps la douleur
En faisant, d'un coup de baguette,
Naître un mirage dans un pleur.

Que de froideurs instantanées
Ont ébranlé longtemps ma foi !
Enfin la pente des années
T'a fait pencher le front sur moi,

Et j'ai cru que ma jalousie,
Humble tigresse aux reins ployés,
Bien rompue à ta fantaisie,
Dormait de fatigue à tes pieds ;

Voilà pourtant qu'une pensée,
Moins qu'un soupçon, moins qu'une erreur,
- Une rêverie insensée
M'a fait tressaillir de terreur ;

Cet éclair de peur indicible
Tout à coup m'a fait entrevoir,
Aux obscurs confins du possible,
Un abîme de désespoir.
the trees
the powerlines

and the crows
are all silhouetted

stone heavy
and tethered gray

we pull ourselves along
seeking the sun

or the stars
do you ever miss

your wild life?
washed in light

and rinsed in wind?
don’t you wish

to hear your name
whispered once more

in the crashing waves?
 159° 
Stardust
I have known you as far as my memory goes.
I have observed you, watched you grow—
As I did too.

But I wonder why we never talked,
’Cause we never talked before,
Was all I could think back then.

And even now,
I think it’s still the same—
’Cause we never talked before,
And maybe… we never will.
I've been an introvert for as long as I can remember. This poem reflects on what could have been—how many connections I might have made if I’d just smiled and started a conversation. But that moment never arrived.
Ti jos, Dili, ta li cassis
a plòuf. I cians si scunìssin
pal plan verdùt.

Ti jos, tai nustris cuàrps,
la fres-cia rosada
dal timp pirdùt.
 144° 
Dr Peter Lim
Please do, please judge me
I've never claimed infallibility
 134° 
kohu
my old bandage
soft, frayed edges,
threadbare, worn thin
by restless hands, restless nights,

maroon patches
like cowhide on cotton,
each stain a quiet record
of battles no one saw

years of ache
woven into its threads,
dried blood stiff
like a childhood teddy
clutched too hard,

and still –
i rinse it gently,
silent and thinking,
afraid the water
will wash away
what held me together
 115° 
Ciara
What does courage mean
when you can't say
the words you mean?

What does clarity mean
when you don't mean
the words you say?

Did you say anything at all?
Nothing you didn’t already know —
at least, that’s what they say.

“Don’t question and answer yourself,”
they warn.
“It’s just circles
with tangents
that promise escape
but never really leave the center.”

Labyrinth.
Nature of madness.

I think my own reason is flawed
to make sense.

Blinded
by the light of the moment —
so yes,
I can say
it’s dark inside.
 114° 
Simone
the air is crisp
but the stars so bright

looking up
with you
burying myself
in your
pirate coat
silently whispering
words of love
discovering a peace i never knew i was missing
 107° 
silvervi
We never know how what we are experiencing now might help us in the future. Every experience is valid and may be useful. Let's embrace everything and trust.
Trust in life. Looking back I realize how much I have learned even though I labelled certain experiences a failure or a waste of time in the past.
 102° 
Zoe
I don't believe
in a god
that wouldn't
forgive
my sins
 102° 
Elizabeth Kelly
Today,
there was pain
and work
and realization.

Tomorrow will be the same.

I’ll allocate any deviation
to be microwaved into tea or stew
and consumed by a select few.

The contents of my self
are delicate and subject to change,
are easily manipulated and fragile and strange.

So I lay it all out
And walk away.
Tomorrow is another day.
This is the only corner I feel comfortable enough to stay messy, throw it all at the wall and see what sticks.
 100° 
TheLees
Listen.
Stop not listening.

I’ve been tapped.
Sap bleeds.
It stings where sweetness lives.

Give me your ears.
I’ll torch ‘em to caramel.
I don’t need your lips,
your yowls, your static.
But taste.

Just ******* syrup.

Your screech gnaws
at the stem of my melody.

Eat the fruit.
Chew the pit.
Dear reader, chew the pit.
 87° 
miranda
(get over it)
click clack counting the minutes
feeling alone lonely on my own
feeling like it’s fake but
i just can’t shake it sinks and it sizzles
across my stomach and my face
does it show?
can you tell?
am i good at hiding or is it spelled
out
there, no one cares
(get over it)
 85° 
Heixz
I'm sorry but I'm officially quiting poetry I ended things with the girl that I love the most and at that moment not only I lost my muse but I also lost my reasons for writing poetry.
 84° 
Akriti
Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
People always ask:
If you were in a room
filled with everyone you’ve ever known,
who’s the first person
you would walk up to?

But I wouldn’t walk to anyone.
I’d stay right where I am—
and let them come to me.
Be your own first choice.
 72° 
The Wilted Witch
I am wilted. I am weary.
I am weathered. I am worn.
I am stuffed with seeping sadness, and stewed in sticky, seething scorn.

I am deflated. Thoughts debunked.
And I am drowned in desperate dread.  
When I soak my roots in water, I find it dries them out instead.

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am wilted. I am worn.
(I can see we are alike)

Equals ? Certainly not !
Nor could we ever be .

But alike spiritually

Unfortunately
we could never meet

It would be a
(contpěetement fatal)
collsion
A vacious affair
of lightning bolts
(kissing)
inside a tornado's
twisted maw !
 71° 
Zahra Ali
She's under
Cinderella's
spellbound night.
The reality will
seep in soon.
 69° 
Lyle
a yellow summer is coming
yellow tipped sun kissed clouds
drift just above a pasture of yellow waving flowers
summer is coming, you can smell it
in the warm air, still misty with rain
rain that dampened silky yellow strands of hair
and a gentle breeze gives hope
that maybe it will offer relief from the sticky yellow sun
a yellow summer is coming
 68° 
jeffrey conyers
We, all hear somewhere Satan get blamed.
When someone say, the devil is busy when we create our own mess.
Yes, the devil is busy, so they say.

When you lying?
When you cheating?
When you are plotting and scheming.

Yes, the Devil is busy in various ways.
As if we not playing a part of the scheme.
Yes, the master of darkness falls within many themes.

Especially when we seek something to blame.
You know that famous Flip Wilson phase, the Devil made me do it.
 67° 
November Sky
You kept me
together
with gauze—
pressed into wounds
that you never meant to heal.

Each breath
a slow infection—
a fever you wore
just to sweat it out—
cut another slice
of time.

I stayed—
stitched beneath your silence
warming the decay—
not knowing
I was the wound
all along.
 64° 
BROKERSHEART
I fill the pages to cover up the guilt I feel,
I question to make me feel better,
I complain to weight my sorrow,
Do I deserve all of this?
The old broken poems regretted the hands that never held,
I live to save the name that gave me.

To bargain the loneliness ,
I sing a song of depression.
To perfect the insanity,
I labelled the smiles of grief.
But no matter, I still wrong the innocent….
“ the weight of unspoken pain“
 62° 
Karen
A skillful dancer
Into the Depths
A ballad of love
 62° 
Elizabeth
Listening to Pink Floyd after getting in the wrong uber: In the Flesh?
What a silly thing, the places we go and the people we see
We resolve to drink more, exercise less, complain to all high heavens
Flip it and pound it from behind
That'll teach us
 60° 
Pavel Rup
В дуальности природы весь секрет,
Качает нас от сотворенья мира.
Адам и Ева — первый человек.
Героев страсть великого Шекспира.

Нет абсолюта, сложности во всём.
Зачем Потоп, история ковчега?
Спасение — но куда же мы идём?
В чём замысел небесного стратега.

Добро и зло, и это всё в одном!
Страдает Клавдий от убийства брата...
Жизнь коротка в обличии земном,
Порой проста, порой замысловата.

Дуальности предутренний туман
свободой воли часто называют.
Свободы зеленеющий дурман
Закрыв глаза, пронзительно вдыхают!

Вдыхают — веря, что их путь один,
Что выбор — свет, но за плечами тени.
В дуальности есть тонкий Божий клин —
И мы в нём искра.
Мы несовершенны!
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