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 Feb 2018 sar
kathryn anne
the poem
 Feb 2018 sar
kathryn anne
roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you
to ends and beginnings
 Feb 2018 sar
cat
your lips..
 Feb 2018 sar
cat
your lips
remind me
of the words
my hands
wish
they had the courage
to write
 Feb 2018 sar
Bo Burnham
Mmmmmm
 Feb 2018 sar
Bo Burnham
I like that thing you do with your tongue.
What do you call it?
Speaking?
Yeah, I dig it.
 Feb 2018 sar
Elizabeth Squires
a grey dove now coos
on the deep cream painted fence
neath a light cloud sky
 Feb 2018 sar
jess
daisies
 Feb 2018 sar
jess
i pulled the petals off a daisy,
it told me "she loves me"
the flower lied, but so did you.

you said, "i won't let it get that far."
you said, "i love you, i'm not gonna forget about you."
you said, "i can't have a relationship right now."
you said, "work will get so busy during the summer."
you said, "maybe we could try again sometime."
and then you left me for someone else.

you stopped loving me.
you forgot about me.
you were never going to give me another chance.
you said, "i don't like you anymore, and i don't think i will anytime soon."
and that was the only truth.

the flower lied to me when i pulled off its petals,
when it said "she loves me"
when she really "loves me not"
but the flowers lies don't even compare to yours.
 Feb 2018 sar
Thehorrible
breathe
 Feb 2018 sar
Thehorrible
i wrote on my skin again, i knew one day ill end there again. why do i do it, all these emotions feel like bubbles overflowing inside me and i cant breathe, and i panic. so i begin to open an opening slowly the bubbles begin to deflate.
 Feb 2018 sar
Kartikeya Jain
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
 Feb 2018 sar
raine cooper
i wanted
 Feb 2018 sar
raine cooper
i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings
©rainecooper
So happy this was picked for the daily! Thank you all so much for your kind words and support of my writing. I appreciate it, truly.
 Feb 2018 sar
raine cooper
i don't know how to do anything other than love you
even when you're the storm
pushing away shelter
i will wait for you
when you bury yourself in sadness, i will ****** my fingers and dig you out
when you can't find your self belief
i will hold your hands and love you anyway
when your mind becomes a battlefield
i will bring a sword to fight your demons

i'll become silence when there is noise
i'll be an open palm when all you can do is close your fists
i will teach you how to speak when your heart has nothing to say
and one day,  
you will die with the knowledge,
that somebody loved you,
more than she loved herself
©rainecooper
 Feb 2018 sar
mjad
Height
 Feb 2018 sar
mjad
his hair swished to the side
he flicked his fingers through his bangs
his eyes darted down to me
his hands exited his pockets
mine reached towards his face

"If you want me to make the first move, you're going to be up for a wait. You're half a head taller, I'm not growing six inches at this rate. . ."

so he holds my hands
he lowers himself down to me
his lips hover in front of mine
he flashes a smile
his hands drop mine and grab my waist

"This leaning down better be worth the back pain,"

He smirks and pulls me in
I laugh while my lips touch his
he dips me and spins me around
his height doesn't matter in the end
Because we will both end up on the ground
;)
im only 5'2"so 6'0" is a stretch
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