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 1577° 
Nat Lipstadt
when does the poem end?


creation is never ending,
the earth is endlessly morphing

but you lean back and say
enough
not because the poem
is finished,
for it is never finished,
because an exhalation feels
satisfying, releasing

but the poem never ends,
nor does the need to

exhale

not with the final .


the next poem is

but a

continuation

of the previous poem;

a continuation

of you~poem,

inhaling

and

exhaling

& morphing.

Sat Jan 7
7:57am
Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut
 886° 
Liana
Let's just say
I opened my heart
I would smell the anxiety
Fear
Love
Pain

But I wonder
If anyone else would
But I think not
Because when it was closed
No one cared
Or wondered what's really going on in there

So now what now?
It just gets hurt more easily?
I don't need any more of that

I stitch it back up
Now the air smells of nothing important
Fake smiles
"I'm okay"'s
Covered up opinions
Feelings
Screams

I guess it's better that way
(this note was written by an old record player missing a record. It sobs sounds of nothingness all days.)
 762° 
butterfly
Manipulation, there's no prevention,
you know I keep coming back.
Keep pretending, you are helpless,
while you play with my heart.
My obsession is my profession,
I can't forget you, but I can lie.
It's all illusion, my confusion,
you are never gonna stop coming back.
 528° 
Prettyboyfloyd
Little i know about love
As blind the dark
Is blinding the light.

When her hair touch my shoulders, i dont mind.

Im fine. I swear. In these
darker lonely nights, my roots had found acceptance.

When she rest her head in my arms, i dont care
 514° 
bulletcookie
An orange sun decends low mountain
shadows climb high the snowy crags
small birds disappear into silent forest
a beeswax candle lites near a cabin window

the inkstone wetted, the brush drinks deep
flowing slow strokes of evening's lament
when heart yearns and love relents
every tremble a storytelling twilight sleep

-cec
I am so far from dreaming about
a cursed heart. That's how far away
is the star that will be
the last to go out.

The uncertainty of your words
hurts me - even more than thoughts
that are lost in a moment.
Drop by drop, melancholies collide,
freshly conceived, still purple.

I dream of your memories,
I recall sadness that died in silence.
Darkness curses my cry,
the entirety of the sky
finds a mirror in your mind.

I don't hear the sound of the wind
that brings me close to your scent,
your taste, in which I still find myself.

I curse the times in which
I sought salvation.
I agree with the promise that everyone
has their own shadow.

A part of the future will forever
remain at the bottom of tenderness.
The otherness of tomorrow
will only give a few tears
that are too blue.

I will find in you the longing for which
everyone still goes to sleep.
Where do you look for words
to find your thoughts?

Or maybe it's the lack of satisfaction
that makes us disappear
into the distance, fall apart?
 343° 
Larry Berger
I went looking
for my mother's grave;
it took me two weeks to find it,
and when I did, I was standing
on it; I actually looked around
to see if anyone else saw
what I had just done
 341° 
shadowedsilhouette
You became the very thing
That drove your mother to madness
 316° 
Lizzie Bevis
The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis
 304° 
Danny Hindle
She
To me she was rain
Often gently in the background
A soothing constant
She was nurturing
Life giving
Everything she touched seemed to flower
But she could also take you by surprise
A sudden deluge
Hammering
Fierce
Droplets like fire on your face
That would have you running for shelter
But what I liked most
Was when she stormed
The unbridled passion
The tang of electricity in the air
When the wind whipped around your face
And rain tangled in your hair
She would stand with her arms outstretched
As free and as wild as the storm
 303° 
n
lost in the static of the stars
searching for any bit of shine
maybe a twinkle, maybe a sparkle
anything that’ll stop the stagnancy

trapped and gasping for air
stuck taking in the atmosphere  
watching everything fade away
trying so hard just stay alive

surrendering all our should be’s
tearing cables until they break
leaving all those stars behind
forgetting all that glows between

trying not to cry -
while letting all hope die.

-
astronauts fall too
 294° 
Cary J
Hello brain, where are you going?
No one knows, your bruises are showing.
Don't complain, it's easy living.
I'm now in vain, self fulfilling.

Lets move along, it ain't so tricky,
Settle yourself easy.
Rest.
 226° 
Mark Bell
There’s a breezy wind
Down bridal path
Morning birds
Tweeting
Having a laugh.
Mr fox ambled by
With distain let
Out a sigh
On her branch
Mother hawk sat
Eyes her prey
A nice brown rat.
Rabbits and hares
Unregimented in
The field skittering
Around Without a care.
Roe deers appear
So aloof
Walk this bridal path
It happens that’s
the truth.
 213° 
jules
I caught myself in the mirror -
not really me,
just someone wearing my face.
they moved like a bad actor,
lines all wrong,
hands heavy,
feet borrowed.

I lit a cigarette,
watched the smoke curl
into the kind of shapes
I wish I could slip into.
 211° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Hear the whispers of the wind,
The rustling of the leaves,
As they dance on the branches,
The sweet chirping of the birds  
The gentle beat of the waves on the soft sand,
The silent cry of my soul,
I LOVE YOU
21/12/2024
 206° 
K J McCarthy
You dont know loneliness
Until you've felt alone in the presence of someone you used to love
So close but you're out of my reach
This silent environment
Thick with quiet resentment
Nothing left to say
Only dead attempts to reason
Our dry eyes are indifferent
The lack of reaction is now common ground
Not like the tear soaked cheeks we once wore on the regular
Emotionless, hoping to go unnoticed
I try to stay motionless
Fragile egg shells shatter under the pressure of even the most cautious step
All efforts to remain undetected are futile
Against your shining spot light that illuminates my every mistake
Teetering on a tight rope
I stumble as every move made is met with criticism
This bond we once had
Turned into a rotten and bitter rivalry
Exhausted and mentally battered
Frequent arguments created this distance
I almost miss the passion of our bickering
Now it doesnt exist at all
Atleast we used to fight
Now we barely talk
 183° 
Claire Hanratty
I was bric-a-brac smashed to pieces during a heart attack;
A spirit released from her worldly oath;
A genie escaping from her bottle;
A servant fuelled by self-loathe.

When my world was ending in an earthquake-
Much like a baby crying from the rubble-
And when they dropped the first atom bomb-
Much like a cockroach in its armoured bubble-
I survived.
20/12/2024 <3
 164° 
Melanie Munozz
I don't understand my feelings,
so,
I ignore them
 164° 
Dr Peter Lim
An extra word
to a good friend
and the friendship
came to an end!
 163° 
onlylovepoetry
(the gate is a crowded mess, please no special requests, be thankful you got a seat, this flight is sold out and I’m beat.  
I get up and stand on my chair and say)

I give thanks for:

the uncommon greatness of common sense

for the steady approach of that wondrous day when
kindness is neither random or unexpected,
but the rule, not the exception

for our opinions and deeds, that are our own,
derived without coercion, born from our thoughts and observations and that
we are equal to both
owning them and to
changing them

that we live in a time that friendships can grow just through the quick exchange of words leaping bounds

for eyes that see deep deeper than skin,
ears that hear
what those ashamed wish you didn’t, hands that grasp regardless of distance,
the taste of  kisses that come easy sweet  

for the  day when I at last knew,
the pleasure of giving
so far exceeded receiving,
that giving and receiving became
synonymous

that I learned that the best skill to possess  is
to anticipate
the needs of others

that my lucky position in this world permits me
to act on the things for
which I am thankful


that someday I will need no longer inquire,
are you my poem,
for the answer will be self-evident to us both
LGA 11/22/17 1:00pm
 157° 
Mari Chubinidze
Sandcastles,
Collapsing like our dreams.
At the end of the night,
We feel the chill of dawn.

Draw a silent fish,
With water gathered in its mouth.
Victims of our surroundings,
We follow the earth,
Cracked like it.

In the sand of mistakes,
A mother brews Turkish coffee.
 153° 
Melanie Jackson
I don't want to die
So glad I could never take it myself
But why does it sound so peaceful
six feet deep
Surrounded by earth and worms
My lungs collapsing as they eat
My lips never parting for another breath
Instead being parted by deep tree roots
Stealing the life I never had
They'd probably be more useful then I
 140° 
Shiv K
Ya he is willing for the sound of peace,
But her smile, her face, her lips, her voice,
Always and every time occupies his brain,
Every minute and every second,
He thinks about her,
But he can’t do anything,
As he is living away from her,
Hmm they live in same society,
But he can’t talk to her,
What he can do is, just forget his crush,
But, for this he don’t have guts,
The story has changed and now,
He is willing for the voice of his crush.

-Composed by Shiv K
 133° 
Tim Emminger
What does Christmas mean
Is it about family
Caroling or gifts under the Christmas tree
Is it really about the birth of a new born king
What does Christmas mean
Peace and happiness may it bring
 132° 
Gerald
Her eyes
are blueprints for
the moon. In their
depth,
secrets quietly croon.

Her voice, tender
and soft,

a cosmic swoon,
In night's silence,
a celestial tune.

The stars take after
her; she glows from within.
Her radiance could start
a fire — the moon in the lining
of her skin.
Crush love
 96° 
Patience Egesi
In her gentle hands, I was held,
From her loving chambers, I came forth to dwell.
A woman, yet an ocean vast,
Filled with precious treasures that forever will last.

Vast and virtuous, she stands apart,
One of a kind, a loving heart.
She broods over her own with care,
Nurturing and guiding with a love beyond compare.

She provides, she supplies, and she loves unconditionally,
A blessing from God, a treasure to me.
Unspoken are the sacrifices she's made,
A true personality, in every way.

My guiding light, my shining star,
Forever in my heart, near and far.
She is the figure,
The personality I revere.
A poem to the woman of my life, My Mummy.
 91° 
ivan
i just never saw you go

i just never saw

i just never

i just

i



the blind edge of the blade
refuses to cut my skin
is this you?

for once you didn’t mark my skin
 88° 
Joginder Singh
इस देश में
अब सब को शिखर
छूने का है
हक़।
शिखर पर पहुंचने के लिए
अथक मेहनत करनी
पड़ती है
बेशक।
देश में दंगा फ़साद
क्यों होता रहे ?
अब सब को
तालीम मिले
ताकि
सभी को निर्विवाद रूप से
शिखर पर पहुंचने की
संभावना दिखे !
सभी इसके
लिए
प्रयास करें
और एक दिन
शेख साहिब शिखर को छूएं !
मेरी आंखें
उन्हें सफलता का दामन थामते हुए देखें ।

यह छोटी सी अर्ज़ है
कि तालीम की ताली से
सफलता का ताला
सब को खोलने का अवसर मिले।
इसकी खातिर सम्मिलित
प्रयास करना
हम सब का फर्ज़ है।
यह कुदरत का सब पर कर्ज़ है।
क्यों न सब इस के लिए
प्रयास करें ?
ताकि
देश समाज में
शांतिपूर्वक संपन्नता और सौहार्दपूर्ण वातावरण बने
और
जीवन गुलाब सा गुलज़ार रहे !
कोई भी साज़िश का शिकार न बने।
सब आगे बढ़ें, कोई भी तिरस्कृत न रहे।
कोई भी दंगा फ़साद न करे।
बेशक कोई भी अपनी योग्यता के कारण
जीवन में सफलता के शिखर पर पहुंचकर
राष्ट्र और समाज का नेतृत्व करे ।
देश दुनिया को सुरक्षित करे ।
२२/१२/२०२४.
 76° 
Onoma
your mustache became your

mouth's permanent hibernation--

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"

no more.

your brows fell down on your

cartoonishly crossed eyes, fighting

to get a last good look at you.

as if a cradle's starry

revolutions counted you out.

your snowed in smock neatly tucked

in for posterity.

your sister's doting hands trailing off.

to where that mare waited in a flurry of

blows--so it could saddle your mind.
* On Fredrick Nietzsche's final years.
 69° 
vlt
Every time we walked past each other,
My eyes would trade glances with hers.
"What are the chances?" I'd wonder,
Each time, it ends the way it occurs.

I acted like I didn't notice,
And so did you.
But inside I dreamt of moments,
Of us—do you?

For you and I are no longer,
Like rivers flowing to the same sea.
But I won't go against the currents,
And blame the tide for leaving me.
 68° 
AllyRose
My soul is a lacuna
In these moments of silence
There’s an empty void.
In this river of regret
It’s Hollow dark and cold.

Nothing left but bitter emptiness
I’ll still long for your touch
To hear the sound of your voice
And I don’t want to forget
Or Learn to live with the pain

These demons are relentless
And driving me insane
But If you want the leave
Don’t let me stand in your way

But Please don’t call me a fool
If I ask you stay
Let them think what they want
I don’t care what what they say

I’ll be lost and scared
In the midnight rain
If you go away
You may as well take the sun away
Finally it's over,
This year is gone, snow falling,
Covers the trees again.
Goodbye 2024, I can't say I'm going to miss you, but I'm glad you came. :)
 61° 
David Cunha
Streets shrouded in mist
Lamps of a yellow hue
Awe contemplation
- David Cunha
december 6, 2024
at dusk
 60° 
Todd Sommerville
Giving up feels worse than dying.
But giving in,
Is falling, it's hurting, and crying,
at least you're trying.

Right?
At least you're trying?

Giving up feels worse than dying.
But this time,
Giving up is surviving.

Not growing, not living,
not thriving, just surviving.

Today I'm surviving.

I'm not giving in, not falling,
I'm hurting yes, and crying too.

Because today I had to give up.
Today, I gave up on you.

Giving up,
It feels like dying.

But I'll Survive.
If I could lead me to death's bed,
Where life's burdens are gently shed,
I'd find solace in final breath,
Amidst the stillness, embracing death.
What can be more peaceful than a last breath, and more beautiful than death?
 56° 
JV Beaupre
Sweet dreams...
I'd like to continue.
it seems going vertical,
they just drain away.
 55° 
Skylark 12
Wipe away your tears.
God is in the Manger and,
Dietrich is your star.

“When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising until it stopped over the place where the child was.”

-Matthew 2:9
 54° 
Emma
serpent eats its tail,

time weeps in endless circles,

forever undone.
I feel the power of your desire.
I understand the time
that never begins.
The wrong blood is flowing
in me, drowsiness brings
only sadness and resentment.

I slam my eyes shut
behind me, hiding in the light
of a day I've experienced
too soon.

I would like to see in you
my lost era, my eternity,
speaking in an unknown language.

Let me discover
the depths of your lost tear.
Melancholy beats in my heart,
torn from the embrace
of loneliness.

I do not want to associate
you with fertile longing.
I don't know a better past than you.
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