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Feb 25 · 78
Shotgun Wedding
Grey Feb 25
It was a shotgun wedding
and the bullet hit 'em both.
2/25/2021
Feb 19 · 184
What is a Poem?
Grey Feb 19
“What is a poem?”
My English teacher asks,
then barely pauses before answering his own question.
Lists of rules and reasons
spill from his mouth,
so many that he’s cut off by the bell.

I refrain from raising my hand
and telling him that anything can be a poem
if you want it to be.

The painting on the wall,
the fleeting peace that comes
from looking at the moon,
the little boy whose hands are already rough
and calloused with use.

Nothing makes a poem
but our minds and thoughts and wishes
for “poem” is just a word
but what it gives us is ours to decide.

Maybe even this is a poem,
though my English teacher would disagree.
2/18/2021
Felt like trying something new.
Feb 19 · 456
Nostalgia —
Grey Feb 19
That sweet pang in my heart
when I think of you.
2/18/2021
Feb 3 · 214
Earth's Tears
Grey Feb 3
The world rains down on this lonesome desert plane
and we watch and wait and go insane.
12/7/2020
Wanted to continue this into a longer poem but I'm not sure where to take it.
Feb 3 · 406
Golden Rain
Grey Feb 3
As I watch
your soft limbs bow before me
giving me permission to climb your sturdy trunk
up to your leaves.

I peek through the branches,
the world broken up into crisscrossed windows
each one a glimpse into someone's world.

I'm reminded of my younger days,
climbing higher and higher
until the sky brushed my fingers
in a soft command.

I would be a sky pirate, searching
for something or somewhere or someone
until momma came outside with lemonade and PB&J
and all my problems were solved
with a single kiss to my forehead.

Now, though, I simply watch from above
content in spending a few moments alone,
just me and you and the sky.

Wind picks up, your delicate branches waving in the breeze
letting swaths of gold float to the ground
in curtains that coat the cracks in the pavement
and hide the imperfections with golden rain.

And in that moment, there is nowhere else I'd rather be.
2/2/2021
Inspired by golden rain trees
Jan 26 · 482
Unbroken Waters
Grey Jan 26
I search for my reflection
but it is here no longer.
1/25/2021
Jan 22 · 243
One Day
Grey Jan 22
One day, you'll whisper sweet nothings in my ear
and I'll fall asleep to your soft lullabies
of stardust skipping stones and rainbow oceans.

One day,  I'll tell you that your eyes
remind me of the universe
and that you shine brighter than the most dazzling star.

One day, I'll reveal that I ask for you whenever I wish on the sun
and that when our fingers brush against each other,
it feels like the entire world smiles.

One day, I'll wake up from this nightmare
only to roll over and see you curled up next to me.

But as I finger the cold sheets beside my lone body,
I know that today is not the day.
1/21/2021
Jan 22 · 147
I Am Not Pandora's Box
Grey Jan 22
I beg of you:

1. Examine me with curious eyes.
Crave to sneak a look within,
to see where the treasures lie.

2. Caress me with gentle fingers --
hold me in such a way
that every touch lingers.

3. Open me, peer into my soul
and study each aspect with care.
Hold each one in the softest embrace
no matter the fright or scare.

4. And this, I ask with all my heart --
love me, treasure me, and all my parts.
For despite appearances, despite my walls,
I am not Pandora's Box.
1/21/2021
Not my best work by any means. The meter changes every stanza and it doesn't flow together well at all. I had originally not intended for it to rhyme but I changed my mind at the last minute.
Jan 19 · 718
Goodbye
Grey Jan 19
It wasn’t “I love you”
but at least it was goodbye.
1/19/2021
Jan 7 · 924
Raining Wishes
Grey Jan 7
If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.
1/7/2021
Grey Jan 5
We sit at the cliff's edge
and skip rocks made of stardust
across the universe of time.
1/4/2021
Happy 2021! I was moments away from falling asleep when this suddenly came to me and I just had to write it down.
Dec 2020 · 686
Heartbeat
Grey Dec 2020
Soft hearts beat quickly in time.
One, two. One, two.
I stare at her lips, then press them to mine.
One, two. One, two.
I curl up against her, thinking “This is a sign.”
One, two. One, two.
Then deepen the embrace, and let our bodies intertwine.
9/17/2020
Dec 2020 · 806
Just a Dream
Grey Dec 2020
In my dreams
we share
quiet laughter under setting suns,
soft kisses in the moonlight,
and secret smiles as the stars disappear.
12/6/2020
Nov 2020 · 348
Only Us
Grey Nov 2020
Without you, the world my not stop spinning
but my heart would cease to beat.
~♥~
10/?/2020
Nov 2020 · 351
Red-Stained Skies
Grey Nov 2020
Sixty red balloons
Seeping air through barely-patched holes
Falling from the sky.
11/17/2020
Inspired by 99 Luftballons by Nena (99 Red Balloons is the English version).
Nov 2020 · 187
Lost Boys
Grey Nov 2020
Lost boys
Running down the streets
Cutting corners in their haste
To get away from life.
11/17/2020
Inspired by Lost Boy by Ruth B.
Nov 2020 · 307
My Rainbow
Grey Nov 2020
The light in your eyes
And the rain from your tears
Mix together to create
The most beautiful colors.
6/6/2020
This is a part of a longer, unfinished poem that I started writing for Pride Month this year. I liked this bit a lot so decided to post it separately until the full version is completed.
Nov 2020 · 344
Rain
Grey Nov 2020
I am lost in the rain,
and the rain is lost in me.
11/16/2020
Nov 2020 · 300
Broken Promises
Grey Nov 2020
You whisper
drunken promises
through red-rimmed lips,
eyes softer than the fading sun.
Like the kisses on my face
and the shattered pictures on the floor
they'll be broken all too soon.
10/25/2020
Nov 2020 · 432
The Lantern and the Moth
Grey Nov 2020
You are a lantern
And I am but a moth,
Gazing in awe at your beauty and welcoming presence.
As if in a trance, I draw near
And bask in your warm light
Too enveloped in your grace
To notice the corpses littering the floor.
You burn my once-gorgeous wings until I can no longer fly,
You sear my retinas so all I can see is you,
And yet I can’t leave, too reliant on your heat.
And just like that, a switch is flipped.
Your light goes out.
And I am left alone with only the wreckage you brought me
And the knowledge
That it’s all my fault.
7/21/2020
Oct 2020 · 741
No Tomorrows — 10w
Grey Oct 2020
I
promise
I
will
love
you
like
tomorrow
won’t
come.
~♥~
7/6/2020
Oct 2020 · 237
Endless Cycle
Grey Oct 2020
Help, friend!
Please, just make this brutal cycle end!
Let me finally transcend
this reality we comprehend
as a futile means to a futile end.
8/17/2020
Grey Oct 2020
I'm nothing without
soft kisses in the moonlight,
bodies entangled
as lips trace constellations
made with freckles on your skin.
10/7/2020
Without you, the world may not stop spinning but my heart would cease to beat.
Sep 2020 · 251
Raining Ash — A Haiku
Grey Sep 2020
We sit by the pool,
staring at the bloodied sun,
and watch the ash fall.
9/6/2020
This is a true story. The CA fires are no joke. I hope you’re all staying safe <3
Aug 2020 · 335
I Am
Grey Aug 2020
I am dawn.
A rising sun, its rays barely lighting the horizon.
Gentle swaths of yellow illuminate blurry figures,
their shadows intertwined but their hands empty.

I am the day.
Golden hair cascades down like a waterfall, reflecting beams of light
filtering through rainbow-painted trees.
She wanders alone towards emerald fields still clothed with morning dew,
her only company the flaxen creature gently howling through the silence beside her.

I am dusk.
The sweet scent of roses mingles with the crisp air
as the last whispers of light fade from the sky.
Four people are silhouetted against the dying sun,
grass tickling their feet as their laughter fills the air
and sugar-sweet strawberries fill their mouths.

I am the night.
Light spills out an open window
and a small figure gazes up at the glittering sky.
"I wish..." she breathes so softly that her words are lost in the wind, "I wish."
Then the curtains draw closed and all that's left
is a handprint on the fogged-up glass
and the promise of tomorrow.
8/24/2020
Jul 2020 · 292
Incoming Storm -- 10w
Grey Jul 2020
Thoughts
are
spiralling
like
the
whirlwind
of
emotions
within
me.­
~♥~
7/27/2020
Jul 2020 · 301
More Than "I Love You"
Grey Jul 2020
You are the wind in my sails,
the only thing that keeps me moving
in this vast ocean of nothingness.

You are my heaviest blanket,
something to hide beneath
when the shadows create monsters on the wall.

You are the rising sun,
reminding me that dawn will come again
even after the darkest of nights.

You are my old, worn teddy bear,
always there when I'm in need of comfort
in a dark and empty house.

You are the dandelion growing in a crack in the sidewalk,
showing me that life can flourish
even in the most desolate times.

You are not my world,
but everything worth living for.

So no, darling. "I love you" doesn't cut it.
7/20/2020
How can I say "I love you" when that describes only a fraction of what I feel when I hear your name?
Grey Jul 2020
It’s
not
death
you
should
be
afraid
of
but
the
timer
it
puts
on
life.
~♥~
7/20/2020
Grey Jul 2020
I'm running out of time
running out of time!
running
out
of
time!!
Just one more line
one more line!
one
more
line!!

I'm running out of pages
running out of pages!
running
out
of
pages!!
Just a couple more phrases
a couple more phrases!
a
couple
more
phrases!!

I'm running out of ink
running out of ink!
running
out
of
ink!!
Just one last time, let me think!
let me think!
let
me
think!!

I'm running out of escapes
running out of escapes!
running
out
of
escapes!!
Just let me fix one last mistake
one last mistake!
one
last
mistake!!

I'm running out of time
running out of time!
running
out
of
time!!
Just let me write one last line
one last line!
one
last
...!!
7/20/2020
So little time, so much of it wasted...
Jun 2020 · 367
Rights and Wrongs — 10w
Jun 2020 · 2.0k
“I Can’t Breathe”
Grey Jun 2020
WE CAN’T BREATHE
WHEN YOU COVER OUR MOUTHS.
6/5/2020
Donate. Vote. Raise awareness. Sign petitions. Protest. Educate yourself and others. Email authorities and those who can make concrete change. Use your voice. Advocate for equal rights. Share ways others can help. Let’s end this madness Now.
Jun 2020 · 249
Taking Flight
Grey Jun 2020
Every child grows a pair of wings.
Some are just never taught to fly.
6/3/2020
May 2020 · 380
Nostalgia
Grey May 2020
“I won’t lose you,” I say
as you slide through my fingers and fade away..
5/29/2020
Dwelling on the past again
May 2020 · 431
Fading
Grey May 2020
As sleep overcomes me,
my unsteady hands loosen their grip on the locket
and it slides through my fingers
and falls to the ground.
5/28/2020
May 2020 · 270
Six Means Wild Card
Grey May 2020
One.

Lost and alone
He gathers up his things
And disappears into the unknown.

Two.

Inseparable, like yin and yang.
They watch the sun set
As their bodies tangle together.

Three.

Best friends forever
And the third wheel.
Watching quietly, she’s alone in a crowd.

Four.

Laughing, talking, joking.
They form a tight circle,
Keeping the happiness inside.

Five.

Watching from the sidelines,
Waiting for an opening.
He wants to join in just a moment too late.

Six.

The light of my life
The bane of my existence.
She pulls out a knife to comfort a child.

Five.

He reaches out a hand,
waiting to be seen.
She takes it.

Four.

They’re closed off from the world,
blinded by reality.
She opens their eyes.

Three.

Wishing someone will truly see her.
She looks at her
And smiles.

Two.

Alone together,
They’re lost in their own world.
She gives them something to hope for.

One.

He’s achieving the impossible
But not the mundane.
She offers him friendship.

Six.

She means love.
She means life.
She means wild card.
5/25/2020
Six <3
I’m writing this at 2 am so I honestly have no idea if it’s good or not.
May 2020 · 342
Dreamscape — 10w
Grey May 2020
I’m
lost
in
a
world
existing
only
in
my
dreams
~♥~
5/22/2020
May 2020 · 225
Disenchanted -- A Tanka
Grey May 2020
And with just one word,
I watched as my dreams crashed down,
unable to hold
when life's harsh realities
beat down on their fragile frames.
5/20/2020
May is the month of tankas and ten words, I guess.
May 2020 · 286
Poets — 10w
Grey May 2020
Only the ingenuity of true poets
could describe the indescribable.
5/18/2020
May 2020 · 477
Timeless — 10w
Grey May 2020
Lost
in
the
abyss
of
time,
we’ll
be
together
forever
~♥~
5/18/2020
May 2020 · 785
(Dis)Illusioned — 10w
May 2020 · 960
Star Gazing -- A Haiku
Grey May 2020
I lie on my back,
gazing at the vast abyss
stretching above us.
5/16/2020
May 2020 · 286
Unspoken Words -- A Haiku
Grey May 2020
"I love you" is what
I want to say, but instead
I just walk away..
5/14/2020
May 2020 · 298
My Own Fairytale -- A Tanka
Grey May 2020
Will I ever be
the main character of my
own story? Or will
I always be stuck on the
sidelines, lost in the dark?
5/14/2020
May 2020 · 556
Love Story -- A Tanka
Grey May 2020
All I have ever
wanted is to have my own
love story... but I
guess even that one thing is
too much to ask, isn't it?
5/14/2020
Everyone's talking about April, but what happened to the first half of May??
May 2020 · 467
You -- 10w
May 2020 · 203
Bridge to Reality
Grey May 2020
The words are twisting around me,
wringing me out like a wet towel.
The tune is stretched and thin
as if it's an ode to the last of my happiness.
It speaks to me almost as loud
as the ghosts screaming in my ears,
except the unprescribed medication
I drown myself in
doesn't keep it out of my head.
I have to remind myself daily --
they don't know you
they don't care about you
the words aren't sung about you.
But how could they not,
when they ring so true?
How can they not
when my stomach turns
to the time of the music,
when the tears leak out of my eyes
the same way the last notes
leave the guitar?
How can they not
when they're the only bridge to reality
I have left?
5/4/2020
May 2020 · 371
City of Love
Grey May 2020
Laughing, we dare each other
to jump into the crystal-clear fountains
and gaze at the bright blue sky
obstructed only by the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Our splashes alert the security guards and we run,
unable to keep from giggling as they yell after us.
Stumbling towards a field of lush green grass,
we collapse against each other and grin,
comfortable in our warm silence.
As twilight nears, we splurge
on freshly-baked pastries
and gelato the color of emeralds,
huddling against the cold
in our soaking wet turtleneck sweaters.
Fingers intertwined, we run through the city streets
until we don't remember which way we came.
We slow, panting through our smiles
as we take in our surroundings.
We're on a bridge, the dark skies and glistening stars
reflected by the rippling water below.
We stop a vendor packing up for the night
and write our names on a golden lock.
We hook it to the bridge and throw away the key,
watching it sparkle in the moonlight
before sinking into the water
and drifting to the river bottom.
She cups my face in her hand
and leans in close
so the swirling fog from our breaths meld into one
and warms our flushed cheeks.
I gently pull her against me and close the distance between us,
our lips speaking more than the most beautiful poems
and our love as infinite as the skies stretching above us.
5/3/2020
The sentence structure is super repetitive but I think it's kind of cute despite that.

There's a bridge in Paris called the lock bridge where couples will write their names on a lock and lock it to the bridge then throw the key away, symbolizing that their love will last forever.
Apr 2020 · 572
Empty
Grey Apr 2020
When I gave you my heart
You lovingly cupped it in your palms
But I guess you got distracted
Because I watch it slide through your fingers
And shatter on the ground.

When you gave me your hand
I held it tightly in my own
But I guess I got distracted
Because our fingers are no longer intertwined
And our hands are empty.
4/26/2020
Apr 2020 · 493
Our Hourglass
Grey Apr 2020
I can practically see the sand
Slipping easily through the gap
Between the top of the hourglass
And the bottom.
Our once-forever friendship
Flashes before my eyes,
Its highs, its lows, my everything...
I had heard that good things don't last forever,
But I guess I truly believed that love conquered all.
4/26/2020
Apr 2020 · 333
Wish Upon a Star
Grey Apr 2020
As I stare into the night,
the darkness caving in,
I notice a lonely speck of light
flickering dimly in the sky.
And quietly, I make a wish
and wipe my tears away.  
Everything suddenly seems
a little less dark, a little less loud,
because I know
you’re looking out your window
under the same sky,
wishing on the same star,
and everything’s going to be alright.
4/24/2020
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