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 Aug 2015
Sourodeep
Precious things for which we do care
are not materials, but feelings intangible
so having them makes it even more rare
as it slips from your hands unnoticeable.

The beauty of the cloud is not in its height
the melody of a song cannot be felt with open eyes
we can make buildings with all our might
but it always falls short of the heavenly blue sky.

Love is not defined by a red box having a gold ring
but by the stall of time at the moment so divine
her splendid smile like a swan spreading its wing
her sparkling eyes telling the diamond to shine
 Aug 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
..
Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
..
 Aug 2015
MadHatter66
You left me in the dark.
I drink from the blood of my own heart.  
It is filled with pain after being crushed and smeared upon the walls.

I had to forgive you since you have given me back my life.
Now I can never tell you

We knew it could never be serious.
There were so many things against us... and not enough for us

Still we were drawn together like magnets.
It took too much energy to stop it.
so we didn't

I knew it could never be serious.
But I fell in love with you anyway.
Isn't that serious?

After all this time I still sit here with what's left of my heart in my hands. The tears that fall upon it keep it alive until it is ready for someone new
 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~


one can strive for greatness
in the field of dreams
in medicine or business
in law for what it seems

academic achievement
reqires work and time
one can garner laurels
and be in their prime

but to find true excellence
in poetry as art
it won't be found in dusty tomes
it must be in your

HEART


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/15/2015
Art should never be strained
Either it comes from a place of
meaning for the artist
and invokes emotional impact
or it is just another business
 Aug 2015
Amanda In Scarlet
He writes with wisdom,
Careful insight, understands
People, life and land.
For Sjr1000
 Aug 2015
Morgan Leigh
Im crying out so much for you,
But you never seems to care that I'm so blue.
I need you now more than ever,
Before I finally pull this lever.

Can you not see that I'm cursed with pain?
Or that at night I'm going insane?
Depression is looming against my chest.
I need to put this demon to rest.

I'm so lost and scared
That I can't even tell if you ever cared.
I desperately want to reach out
But my mind is clogged with so much doubt.

You say you love me and that you care
But you're never there.
I want to escape, I want to run
I'm tired of living without any fun.

My mind is clogged with so much hate
I'm never going to be out of this fate.
I understand why your never around.
I'm a black hole trying to make you drown.

I'm just a lost soul in this world
I'll alway be a rock and never a pearl.
I'm sorry that I cause you stress.
Maybe it's time I took a rest.
 Aug 2015
Melissa S
Release Me
Haunting Memories
Just let me be
Keep lingering around
Like I live in a ghost town
Feel goosebumps on my neck
Turn around to check
Like words I need to get to pen
These memories haunt from within
What's gone is gone
What's done is done
Cannot make it right
So release me into the night
was inspired writing this after I read Weeping Willows "Shards of  Memory" which is an awesome poem if you haven't read it yet please do.
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