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 Aug 2018
Audra
Remember when you started high school?
Mom said I already had you gone.
But now it's really happening,
So see these words and remember
All that we've done together
Because life with you is all I’ve known.

Remember all of those long drives?
Somehow you never got sick:
To Ripon, Iowa, and Alabama
And "how many hours left?"

Remember Christmas at our house?
Putting up the tree
All the UPS elves in a row
A warm Christmas in the pool.

Remember playing together?
Fun occasions (but rare)
Games like Eagle Eye,
And playing legos in your room.

Remember going to Papa's concerts?
Before we were even in them
Sitting with mom in the back
Eating smarties to keep us happy.
Pick a favorite song and mark it
To let Papa know when we could;
Stopping at Dairy Queen with the others
And getting home way too late.

Remember the day Chloë came?
We lay in that waterbed.
I wanted the name Samantha,
But we got a life of change instead.

Remember all the summers at the beach?
Coming home with sand in our hair;
Going hiking to return tired,
Staying out late hanging with friends.
Waiting for my birthday:
Knowing what dinner will be.

Remember spinning until we fell?
I always seemed to get dizzy;
And savoring ice-cream
As though it was our very last meal.

Remember dinners all alone?
Eating mac n cheese or leftovers.
Playing music on blast,
Just the three kids at home.

Remember going to youth group?
We go farther as a team.
I got my name up first;
Although it took some ****** knuckles.

Remember all the memories we made together?
I’ll never forget each one
For each means something different
And something special
Even when you go there'll be more
So come back soon to make them.
This is actually the poem I’ve written for my brother’s graduation present.
 Aug 2018
Javaria Waseem
You don't limit your life to social media.
In reality, social media limits you to your life.
A selfie with this and a selfie with that.
Your life is race for comments and likes.
Instead of having a personality worth praising
You are now judged based on your social media profiles.

Status update: I wish I could visit Paris some day.
In Paris you're like, "Where can I get signals for wifi?"

Your achievements are unlocking new levels of Candy Crush
Is that the legacy you'll leave behind?
As if all these achievements will benefit you  
to unlock the doors of heaven when you'll die.
Your 940 friends won't be able to help you
by sending a booster or an extra life.

Relationship Status: Happily married.
Happy and married until the moment you both go offline.

You buy everything from behind the screen
Error 404: Cannot buy love and time.
It's a complicated maze that you won't accept
Even when they themselves call it a website.
You don't limit your life to social media.
In reality, social media limits you to your life.
 Aug 2018
Kaloseira
If stars won’t sparkle, would still see the light?

If stars didn’t fall, would you make a wish tonight?

If the stars are missing, would you spare time for moon to sight?

And if the stars aren’t there, would you still appreciate the night?
 Aug 2018
Liz Carlson
the storm shakes my bones,
i see it from afar,
but your calm voice keeps me safe,
for i know who you are.
you tuck me into your strong arms,
but you're as distant as a star.
 Aug 2018
Mike Hauser
i lost yesterday

and there's no way to get it back

i let it slip out of my hands

before i even had a chance

to learn from my past mistakes

that i could have corrected yesterday

now it's to late to have my say

when...

i lost yesterday
 Aug 2018
Mike Hauser
The doctor told my daddy
He's got weeks to live
He came straight home to tell my mom
And us hungry kids

With not a single penny saved
Down at the local bank
My daddy made his way out back
And started digging his own grave

He picked the sweetest resting spot
Underneath the maple tree
So when the leaves decide to drop
We can rake in his memory

My daddy winked and said all this
With the biggest of his grins
Coughing up a spot of blood
We decided then to go back in

Things are mostly quiet
Around here these sad days
Ever since the hand of death
Put my daddy in his grave

I'm now in that maple tree
With no one to push my lonely swing
Thinking of my daddy
Waiting on those dropping leaves
 Aug 2018
Styles
When we kissed;
           she used her tongue,
           to write poetry in my,
           mouth.
 Aug 2018
Audra
Drip
Drip
Strike one.

She is a zombie walking down
An empty hallway

Drip
Drip
Strike Two

Will I ever feel the same?

Life isn’t a game,
You can’t act like nothing happened.
I know you think that I can’t lighten up.
But there is no sunshine to remind me what light looks like.
You’re jokes just make it worse
Because I’m not here to play.

Drip
Drip
Strike three.

Sorry— that these are my raw emotions
I’m fine— it’s not like you care
It doesn’t matter— anymore

Faking smiles
And trying to forget.
Oh wait, that’s contradictory.

Drip
Drip
Silence.
you aren’t one of the people the poem is about. i promise.
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