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 Aug 2020
Veda Laurenski
I am a musician
And a poet
And an artist.

I have the ear
And the mind
And the eye.

Which has qualified me to say,
Your heart and mind and physical design
Are beautiful in every way.
 Aug 2020
Ben Palomino
At night
The moon whispers
To my mind
Sending it off to
Find its fate

While I lay empty
Waiting at the gate

The sun impedes
Wiping away
A dreamers
Escape
 Aug 2020
Enegbuma Angelica k
He is My teacher
he is My best friend
he is My leader

He is a warrior
he is a struggler
he is a survivor

He is handsome
he is smart
he is strong

He is My father
Happy father's day
To all dads out ther
 Aug 2020
Nadine Peñaverde
i can feel my eyes are getting heavy
my vision's also blurry
but my head is still filled with thoughts,
and i wonder, when will these unsaid things be told?
it's hard to say what you truly feel
 Aug 2020
TheWitheredSoul
Losing what you never had
Might still be the worst thing that could ever happen,

Cause once you lose what you never had,
you never stop contemplating " what if you had it ",

and though you know what your heart wants,
You ll never do it because it wasnt yours to begin with.
I know i never told her maybe if i told her, maybe things might have turned out in a different way but  now there is nothing more to contemplate or dream about for she is happy and comfortable being in someone else's arm.

I guess it is what it is.
 Aug 2020
basil
the way you love
says a lot about you

but the way you break
says a lot about where you came from
07.24.2020
 Aug 2020
Chandan Shersia
Waking up to place
Faraway from home
Meeting new faces
While I roam on my own

Sound of silence
Palpable in nature
Singing a melody
Like flowers growing in a bomb crater

Its a dream or reality?
For I don’t know
But I wish its a dream
That waits for me to arrive
For I want the world to know
That’s where I will hide
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 Aug 2020
Bill Adair
Poor men talk to God.
Rich men talk of wealth and fame.
Poets talk to ghosts.
 Aug 2020
Zack Ripley
Dreaming about the future
While living in the past
Is a one way ticket to madness
 Aug 2020
Rohan
I realize this
is the end
we will become
strangers again
 Aug 2020
Ana Ehlana
some days i worry
that the person i said i won’t be
will eventually end up to be the future me
in ways that i never could dream

what if i never get out of this mess
worse, what if this is my best
what if i fail all of life’s tests
& what if the problems never get less
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