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 Sep 2016 brittany
Mason
It is late September
which means
Summer is dead or dying.
And this confirms the rule-
(there is no god- and always
a final descent).
But living is to thirst
for an exception.
This is Love's promise:
that its brilliance will shield it
from its fate.
It is the same promise
that Summer made.
 Sep 2016 brittany
Ash Slade
On an autumn night, I gazed out my window,
    fixing my sight on a star stenciled abyss-
wondering if prayers flew, how high they'd go
    or if they could even reach loved ones I miss.


Fixing my sight on a star stenciled abyss-
    Searching night's stillness, seeking answers,
or even if they could reach loved ones I miss.
    Lights sparkling, are twilight's angel dancers.


Searching night's stillness, seeking answers,
      wondering if prayers flew, how high they'd go.
Lights sparkling, are twilight's angel dancers.
      On an autumn night, I gazed out my window
A Pantoum.

I challenge anyone who looks at this poem to two things.

First, leave a comment. It can be good, bad, constructive, whatever...Just offer something.

Second, attempt to write a Pantoum and share it on your profile and send me a link.

How To Write One
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pantoum.html
 Sep 2016 brittany
a m a n d a
adore
 Sep 2016 brittany
a m a n d a
love is not
a thing
that gives
choices,
it just arrives,
takes you
destroys you.

it has done
nothing but
make a fool
out of me.

knocking me over,
gripping my
cold wretched heart
without mercy.

making me
irrational,
fierce,
defensive,
determined.

unable to
break the spell,
paralyzed by
absolutely ludicrous
beliefs.

-

i deleted all
the music
off my phone
because
storage was
scarce.

but in the dark,
in the rain,
cruising,
comes
sad song playlist
all by itself,
unsummoned,
pushed from
the clouds
back into
my mind,

my chest,
where i feel a
sudden tightening,
a deep,
wrenching
pain.

so i sit
in the driveway
and let it finish,

let the sadness
roll right
into me,
and eyes closed,
tearless,
i dreamt of you.
 Sep 2016 brittany
Madison
There's poetry in symmetry;
you're the other half of me.
There's something about chemistry;
chemicals running through our bodies.
We can't forget history;
the war between our hearts of two.
I can't think of anything
to keep myself away from you.
 Sep 2016 brittany
elizabeth
Anymore
 Sep 2016 brittany
elizabeth
Sometimes I want to die;
But the saddest part is,
I'm not afraid of those thoughts
Anymore.
September 28, 2016
 Sep 2016 brittany
elizabeth
I feel powerless,
Stupid;
Like a *****,
Like a fool.

I feel hopeless,
Helpless;
Like a burden,
Like a disappointment.

I feel awful,
Tired;
Like I want to slip
Away into the endless oblivion.
September 28, 2016
 Sep 2016 brittany
gwen
don't bother
 Sep 2016 brittany
gwen
you have nothing worth living for.

holding a dream in the palm of your hand,
holding onto hope.
it seems worth it until
your heart slows,
your vision fogs,
your mind clouds;
you stop.

it’s not that you don’t have the time,
it’s not that you don’t have the energy.
your throat is gasping for fresh air,
your eyes for sunlight.
but nothing seems to be getting through,
like a translucent veil blurring the world around.
sheets of white –
no colors, no feelings,
just stillness.

soon laying in bed feels like
what you’ve been doing forever.
crying is a natural state.
not feeling
is a condition of your being.

and you stop forever.
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