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 May 2018 Ana Sophia
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
i refused to say no.
hurting your feelings
was never my intention
so i stood quiet
and hurt my own

-it's my fault.
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
bloom
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
i never believed in my own beauty
until i met you
cause you told me
i am the most beautiful flower
you'll ever see

and then you left
with all the confidence you gave me
and suddenly i stopped believing
in my own beauty

but now i know
i am still a beautiful flower
even before i met you.

- bloom
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
i ended up believing
that i am a failure,
a huge mistake

those thoughts still
stuck in my head
like the thought
that i will
never be good enough for anyone


but i am
also trying so hard
to believe
that my existence
isn't a coinsidence
and that i
dont need to be good enough for anyone
but myself
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
i always believed
my happiness
depends on how low
the number on my scale is
and how often i excersiced this week.
how much or how little i ate.

a few years later
i finally realised
numbers frighten my happiness
and being happy
does not depend on
how much or how little i weight

it depends on precious moments
that dont need to be count
to fullfill me with joy
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
jess
you left and i fall apart
you left and
my soul shattered into
a million different pieces
but as you left
i also learned how to put
a million different pieces
back into one
as you left
i learned how to love myself again

-the greatest loss
 May 2018 Ana Sophia
Colm
The universe puts her headphones on
And plays her favorite track
The raindrops in the meadow burst
And soak the earth
And with her feet up on the world
She smiles from ear to ear
And plays it back
What songs does the universe listen to? Is there a more beautiful sound than the rain falling in the secluded meadow. Truthfully, I don't know. But I do love the sound of these words as they roll off the tongue. YUPP!

BIG THANKS to everyone who liked, commented, and helped make this verse the Poem of the day (on 05/18/18). I really appreciate it! You can listen to me read this poem live on SoundCloud. Just follow the link and have an awesome day!  

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/her-favorite-song-1
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