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 Nov 2018 Diana C
Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
 Jan 2017 Diana C
Roanne Manio
Our fingers dance around each other
doing the cha cha on faded jeans instead of shiny floors,
picking popped kernels once in a while -
processed butter on the tips of our ballroom thumbs and forefingers.

Let me take a sip of your flat sugar laden drink,
taste it on my lips in a little while.

Hey!
It tickles when you draw question marks on my thighs,
just let your hands make knots with mine.

Train our eyes on the giant screen
where the heroine makes one mistake after another
and isn't that real life?
Blunders and I'm sorry's and
chance meetings and vivid colors
and the boy beside me--
Real. Life.

Maybe we should stay in the flimsy seats
while the credits roll,
pick apart the moving pictures
reminding us of first love and first fears.
Of forgotten dreams and words we lost.

Maybe we should examine the best narrative yet -
you in your soft sweater,
me in my mud-caked shoes.

Hold my hand while we descend the steps;
shadow swallows the bottom,
reminding me of movie monsters and white faced ghosts.

Usher me into the light.

Although, I have to admit,
I see you better when it's dark.
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Got Guanxi
Sometimes I write things and then look back at them and think...
                                    *Was that really me?
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Eiliv Advena
Yavanna Kementari
The giver of fruits
The mother of trees
The mother of roots

Creator of Laurelin
and Telperions light
The light of the trees
Put an end to the night

She created the moon
She created the sun
With a flower, a fruit
And with light it was done

She is our lady, tall and green
She is our mother
Our beautiful queen
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Kath
Introduction
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Kath
I am new to this poetry thing.
So, forgive me if I do the wrong thing.

In reality, I am a photographer.
And yes, I am a Instagram-er.

But kidding aside,
Please do stay by my side.
Or else I might cry.

Again, that was just a joke.
So c'mon, join me for coke!
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Ryan Unger
Staring at a blank page, I don’t know what to write,
The stress of creating poetry can be a mental fight.
There’s so many things to write about where do I even start?
I want it to be meaningful and I want it to be smart.

I sit impatiently waiting for a thought in my office chair,
That will spark something in my mind, but there’s nothing there!
I try listening to music or watching TV for an idea,
I even left the office and walked to the pizzeria!

How do other people do it? I really wanna know!
Because writers block is following me wherever I seem to go!
Whether it’s at the office, or at home, I just can’t seem to shake it,
A poem is calling out to be made and I just can’t seem to make it!

I want to ask the writing Gods for help and beg them on my knees!
I’ve been sitting here for way too long so can you help me please?
I feel like such a failure when my writing seems to struggle,
My creativity hopped right in bed with writers block to snuggle.

I rack my brain but nothings there, it’s full of empty vaults,
What I need is some mental gymnastics and creative somersaults.
O god!  Writing poetry can really be so draining,
But look! I wrote this whole poem in the time I spent complaining!
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Elle Dawson
Sleep found its way
Between every rib and vertebrae,
So I'll just keep on hiding with my eyes closed
From the stampede of ideologies,
Blue skies and all their energies,
Everyone talking loudly, so expectant,
And all the things I've broken and am breaking.
Anyway,
Shattered glass is prettier
Sparkling in lamplight sprawled on the basement
Floor
Alone
With me
Just drifting.
Midday is calling.
I'm so sorry but I can't wake up.
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Ray
Past
 Jun 2015 Diana C
Ray
It fills me up with fury
A cold and silent rage
That spills out only from my eyes
And now onto this page

The anger is not because of her
Nor is it because of you
It's simply because you have a past
That makes the hate seep through

I should look at the present
And the future we have ahead
Forget the ghosts we both have
Dwell on us instead
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