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 Dec 2014
Tide Islands
He is alone
in his house upon the cliffs,
his eyes far away.
He writes with his heart open.
He weeps with tears
as salty as the foam
crashing upon the cliffs.
The corners of his lips
don't turn up
like the corners of the pages.
His tears fall on the ink,
drowning his words.
For Ethan
 Dec 2014
wordvango
a treatise on compatibility this is theoretically
presented
by a linguist with limited trigonometry sense
   and since the heart beats and is 360 degrees
I sought out a tangent to measure her with
    or sine to figure out logically
whether we were compatible
             like functionally
on a straight line or tangentially
    perpendicularly
in degree and cosines or measurement mathematically
similar
then found no co-efficient to portray
her smile
fell out of my array
with nothing else
to equal
her.
 Dec 2014
irinia
in this absence of tomorrow
when only birds turn into flying
I frame the image of you
owning yourself
being here, being everywhere
inside, you
words of thunder you were carrying
breathing in your fingers

my voice passed through you
resting in unknown spaces
I didn't look back
since each day is a child
I make with your shadow

my true self is a blank paper
spring will bring me flowers
your image is so real
between pillars of silence
you keep painting yourself with naked air
under untouched skin

I'm walking blinded in your language
wanting to coin my phrases
like "I can die without you"
or "I need you to love my shoulders"

this is all too strange
under the eyelids
this beauty
when birds descend into singing
when tigers turn into grass
when your eyes turn into silence
and I disappear into words
 Dec 2014
Cristina
I tend to forget that I have you
for a set period of time
not very often I remember to cherish our love
to protect our promises
to enjoy every kiss and hold
to extend our tenderness moments
because we both know
how it is to lose it all.
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
Out of place and rather uncertain
Lacking instructions, suggestions and a warning
Bouncing about like a toy ball
Uncomfortable with all my tics
I've always felt so quirkily and small

Lacking order and any sense of being,
Feeling out of place, unloved no ones ever hearing,
Broken and bruised from head to toe,
My scars shining bright against the pale white snow,
Just because I couldn't learn to walk straight,


Crooked toothed but grinning
I always feel like I'm sinning
Every time I'm early I feel late
Burnt to a crisp is the price of the flame
I'm just a solo player stuck in this game*

Maybe I'm the sinner and you're the saint,
Your halo is burning, getting lost in the flames,
Take my hand and join with me,
For we can end the heartache that seems to be,
Lets be awkward together,
There's no one better
I'm bold, he's italics.
(Posted under both our accounts.)
I loved doing this. :)
 Dec 2014
wordvango
of the Americans
Five foot four and petite
Lynn was imported nitro glycerine.
She twanged, and with her kind they made me
uncomfortable, as they spoke words I did not know and giggled.
I tried to teach her western things, or Did I want to learn
Eastern ways. Never the one to digress, in the middle of getting to know her,
she said," pom rak kun"
I thought about that
more than a minute and returned,
"chan poot tai mai bpen"
my love.
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
Nothing gorgeous
About being draped
In the finery that constricts
The heart and soul
 Dec 2014
Cortney
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't;
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a person's faith;
It's all in the state of mind.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster hand;
They go to the one who trusts in Life
And always thinks, "I can."
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
In this journey
We walk into the unknown
The clock’s hands
Drag us towards it
A day packed with surprises
Our plans do not matter
We seem to deny the fact
Unknown is our journey
Afraid of the known
Created by our imagination
What have we created?
In the unknown we have to delve
To look for the right answers
We have to be aware
When we step into the unexplored
To be a willing learner
We have to be accepting
 Dec 2014
Joe Cole
I can't write the words in the way that some of you can
do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into
view
I can't write words of devotion and never ending
love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up
above
Yes, words about the sea and the gently rolling
hills
These are the words I know and love and sometimes get to
use
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and
harsh
Some words can tell of sadness while others make you
laugh
The words of fellow poets here cover every point of
view
My words are plain and simple but I share my words with
You
 Dec 2014
tyler
I wrote a poem for my English class and my teacher said he didn't like it.

I wasn't mad because I got a bad grade, I was mad because what if I wasn't strong enough to look past his opinion and keep writing? What if that one negative comment made me quit altogether and never share a single word again?

What if he ruined my future because he couldn't look past his idea of what a poem should be?

A poem does not have to rhyme or end with closure or even make sense to everyone who reads it.

A poem simply has to reach part of someone's soul who had no idea that these were the words they had been waiting to hear and these were the words that were meant to save them.

This is what a poem is, not a grade from a teacher or a rhyme in a book. A poem is a method of coping and a way to understand the world with ease.

I wrote a poem for my English class and my teacher said he didn't like it. But I am stronger than he thinks, and I will continue to write poems that he does not like and I will continue to love them in spite of his opinion.
 Dec 2014
Crushing Love
Jinxx I can't say I know what your feeling,
But I can say whatever it is I've been there,
Trying so hard do nothing but tearing and pleading.
Why not talk about it? Come on pull up a chair.

WE ARE HERE JINXX!!!!

Someone here is probably dying on the inside,
Crying her eyes out, not for anything random,
But she is crying for YOU you Jinxx.

Please don't go Jinxx...
Your poems hit so close to home...
Not only to me but to almost every single person on HP.

Your words are inspiring,
Not depriving.

Your words are comforting,
Not worthless.

YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS

You are special to everyone.
You are special to someones heart.
Not just everyone on HP,
But the one who is crying her eyes out,
Sending you messages trying to reach out to you.
The one who needs you most.

YOU ARE ONE OF A KIND JINXX

Don't go leaving us all to wonder what happened?
Don't leave Creep all alone in this world,
Don't leave all of your 69 followers alone in this world.

Don't let your demons take control Jinxx,
Cause I promise you the ground isn't as nice as someones love.
A hospital room isn't as comforting,
A knife isn't the best of friend,
Pills aren't the only pain killers...

Sometimes all we need is a smile to be put on our face by someone we know who cares and we care about.

*JINXX YOU ARE NOT JINXXED FOR LIFE...YOU ARE GOING TO BE LOVED AND CARED ABOUT FOR LIFE...I SWEAR ON MY LIFE.
JUST PLEASE DON'T GO!!!!
EVERYONE WHO READS THIS PLEASE REPOST!!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT JUST PLEASE REPOST IT!! JINXX NEEDS US AND I WANT HIM TO SEE AS WELL AS CREEP THAT HE IS WANTED AND NEEDED!! PLEASE DON'T GO JINXX!!!! WE ALL NEED YOU!! CREEP NEEDS YOU!
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