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 2562° 
Marc Morais
It doesn’t stay neat—
nothing does.
Not the room.
Not the mind.
Not the feelings
I have for you.

I spill everything out—
ink, blood, tears—
whatever I hold
too tight.

Even the rain
trips over itself,
but you call it
beautiful—
you always do.
 1122° 
Aneesah Lionheart
Please don’t arouse
my anger
I don’t know
what I’ll do
If you threaten
My children
I might
Decapitate you

Please don’t arouse
My anger
Stay on
my Good side
Friend
If you arouse
My anger
It may mean
Your end
The noun love is one of the strongest things a person can possesses. Love is rivaled by few other emotions, anger being one. God forgive me for what I may do, if someone harms one of my children.
 533° 
Lovely
… and I can’t help but wonder how freeing it felt to fly.
Trigger Warning⚠️ : My cousin passed away this morning… she took her own life. I’ve gone through a wave of emotions from denial to anger to despair. The world failed her. She was a baby. Seeing how this has shocked my family makes me glad that my attempt didn’t work all those years ago. I don’t know how to feel. I’m just confused.
 522° 
Indigo Maroon
You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall
 434° 
Carlo C Gomez
Tar-dark world. The defining color is black, the inky night of her nocturnal hunts and the deep, bottomless dark of her alien retreat.

A watcher of men, she is everything and nothing. She might be too much of something, or too little of something else. Time will sort out the particulars.

There are no simple entry points – she demands engagement, and to be taken as a whole. Her discomfort is over her own allure, her undisturbed surface. It’s more about intuition and gesture than dialogue. They remain as echoes. They’ve made her beautiful in a real way, with hips and blemishes and dimples in her skin.

The imprint of the lives she begins to grapple with as her time on Earth extends, leads her to stop seeing herself as a mere conduit for her mission, and to start developing a sense of subjectivity.

Her life force is overlapping, shaping itself into a pattern of rings that simultaneously suggests a birth canal dilating, the stages of a rocket separating, and a lunar eclipse as seen through a telescope’s lens.

She's a life-form you can’t quite understand, but it’s carrying on relentlessly, like a beehive, moving backward through the constellations at first approach.
 406° 
Ami Mathur
What does the light say?

I stay in your eyes.
I am best seen with your eyes closed
For I lie within you.
I ignite,
I brim
Within you.
To all the poets in the world
Keep on writing
Keep that pen going
Share what you’re knowing
Write to your delight
Day and night
Enjoy
Give joy
Keep it flowing
Keep on going
Write the good right
Use insight
Just write ok
Until the break of day!
 372° 
nidaa
if imperfections make art,
the skin and your face is anything but art,
but i can't find any better artwork,
then yourself.
but then you're not created by humans,
but by God,
whose creations are perfect as they are.
 356° 
Raven Star
The love around
Didn't suffice,
So i ran towards
sins.
The people around me are mostly in arranged marriages and while there is fondness i don't really find love. I long to go away and have a girlfriend and wife if it so happens and be in wlw relationship.
 348° 
dead poet
at the end of the day,
with my illusions at bay,
when bound to obey
a truth so gray —
i travel the depths
with sondering footsteps,
to see if they help
or merely cast a vignette
of eclectic readings,
and years of heeding
the lives preceding;
still bleeding —
like a pair of lips,
cracked at the tips
in sorrow’s grips;
hardly equipped —
to deal with ‘the self’  
with words off a bookshelf,
too dry to spell  
the thought of oneself.
 307° 
Ivan
she is the exception
when my only rule in life
is not
 280° 
spilled tears
You do not taste like cherries
Cherries taste like you
she showed me how to make a cherry knot with her tongue, then she showed me where else her tongue could be used
 270° 
Yourshadow
If religion is thought
and love is the law
Will you still love me
if I am seen as your flaw
 233° 
Mina
Pretty birds in a cage
Little birds in a rage
Red, yellow, green and blue
All bonded like a glue
They try, cry and weep
They fly and forget the creep
Young friends of Earth
Flightless friends from birth
Wish they were never born
Until they eat sweet corn
I don't remember the original poem but I tried to write something out of a stanza
 222° 
Sofia
you
you make me feel like a person
 200° 
brooke
I have fled from this profound
sense of loneliness my entire life—

Nothing has ever felt right, good or
Safe. I have hardly found another person
that seems to speak the same language,
Am I to be a single aldis lamp in the night
flashing across the great sea with
nothing but the stars to

twinkle back at

Me.
I’m almost a poet.
I almost make sense
Enough to impress
Others with my senseful nonsense

I’m almost a poet
And I almost understand
Others’s poems and other poets
In the end no use, I tried to no end
But I like to pretend.

I’m almost a poet,
My metaphors are almost immersive enough
And my edges and corners are almost not rough

I’m almost a poet
I’m almost there
But not quite
I’m almost a poet
Almost - a man.

_M
 192° 
Lalit Kumar
Love Me, Love Me Not
I think it is unkind for me to be in love
and be in love still
I think it is unkind for me to love you
Like every other petal of a flower

I did not pick it
But it is wilting either way.
 159° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Blisters of
disillusion
fester
and boil

Vision
rubbed raw
in the darkness
embroiled

False
expectations
lie scattered
and burned

Ignoring
our history
with lessons
— unlearned

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
 154° 
Autisma
To reconcile with lost enigmas of forethought and feelings that were always encapsulated in unknown ways I thaaaaaaaaaat still have not found the answer for.
 146° 
Brwa S Rasheed
Bones threaded with silence,
a weft of unseen tides,
drowned before the sky could murmur,
names twisted into half-light.

Empty calls carve through marrow,
a dissonance stitched in the flicker
of unspoken skies,
twisting where shadows breathe.

Flesh frays in the void of mouths
that never opened—
rusted hums too thin to grasp.

Skin unthreads,
and what remains burns in the air
like a scream that cannot form.

Dust to dust—
the thread severed
in half-thoughts,
too distant to bleed,
too numb to remember.
 106° 
Bekah Halle
I want to live my best life;
Getting back up, after I fall.
Forgiving myself, after I fail.
Laughing, when I make mistakes.
Being patient, when things take time to re-learn.
Because I have time;
To fall, fail, learn and get back up again.
I have time to live my best life,
Every day.
 90° 
Nat Lipstadt
~my poet friends and friendly poets~

(written in anger, then sorrow,
tinged with regret, but in the end one
has no choice but to forgive and forget)

<•>

the ghood poet knows no boundaries,
lays down tracks of a New England
pond of nirvana,
or across Siberian froze wastelands,
another
salves the wounds of dying soldiers,
and gives away comfort to the dying
with the freeing oxygen of
comforting words

the world of self,
that thing we know best,
thus encouraged by the textbooks,
well,
to have at it, plays whacamole
with your  owned flirtatious emotions,
none too imperious or low down or
garbage dump *****, that yet
cannot be validated by exploratory
over-the-line words pithy

even the florid, tiresome nickel & dime ing
rhyming scheming crutches,
we so oft employ,
yields up stuff that ain’t half bad,
periodically,
though, the blunt of words well crafted
needs
no such delimiting amusing playthings
or imprisoning
I-am-amoebic-pen-tata-meter

take you inspiration from here and there,
the proverbial deep dark of the mind’s recessed corridors of
corrupted consciousness,
or, the
contrail whiffs of the steaming steaming of the contradictions of a
newborn first day’s contrast of-
the wet dew on toes cooling,
while the simultaneous sun warms all
the cheeks,
heats the blood with
a thanks-god-I’m-alive
overwhelmingly overall tickling,

or
not.

write with the tools you have, but keep
them well sharpened, with
insight and revelation,
exploring the rain’s windowed
navigable rivulets,
the musical tempos
of waves and their multi-mystical variations,
and the readers will come like
pilgrims to your  holy land,
wearied and yet so delightedly hopeful,
with tingling contrasting dictions,
to capture and release,
by shattering any
stale notions of adulation
will bring your
audience of holy voyagers and voyeurs
to imbibe so deeply your creativity for the quenching, and the
amen gasp escaping tween
their lips is just a simple holy,
gentling thank you

discard the bad words as ornery and
distracting, veiled in pomposity and
highfaluting, self-saluting, arrogance of
those deeming themselves critical thinkers,
who thrive in the low mud flats of
self-pretension and the reassurance
of a mirror’s reassurance

write straight from the heart,
fill our eyes with the
complexity of the simple
and
grant us the write to share,
in your humanity

craft the work
and
the work
will repay
so stealthily
by secretly
crafting you





                                   nml
3:43 am 2/16/25

p.s,always fixyour typos
 86° 
Kat M
What if I miss
A list
Flurries in the wind
Jumping out of hand

Lucky-opportunist
Grating against the limits
Beyond the town
Falling out of pace
Feedback Welcome!
they watch but they do nothing
as i struggle to grab up your wounded body
your arm just keeps falling and falling
and mine aren't strong enough to lay you back down softly

and i don't wanna drop you
so i try to take the worst of the fall
i say it isn't fair
you say it's not my fault
i try to believe you
but you're already gone
you deserved better

you deserved it all
i never should've have promised
that it'd all be fine
i tested fate
to soften the fear in your eyes
rocking back and forth
i try to choke out a lullaby
cradling your earthly form
and you leaden before i could kiss you goodbye
whats wrong with you people
how could you just sit by
how could you be so numb to suffering
you'd just let somebody die
 79° 
Mariah Wynn
I spend many days
trying to sum up emotions
what do they equal to?
Feeling so much, and then so little,
I secure my belt
as I sit on this ride
these contradictions
blindside, and whiplash me.
But that's just life isn't it?
Peaceful, but frightful
joyful, but lonely...
I imagine that's an emotion
most people feel.
There's a longing so strong
I can almost touch it,
but it's not here.
And because of that my eyes are blurred
unable to see the beauty around me
even if there is just me
and things don't add up.
 77° 
Thiago paladino
En la ventana de tu alma,
veo reflejada paz, esa que busco,
encontré tu luz, para encender mi ser,
viví en tu querer, cálido como fuego,
en cada abrazo, me refugie en tu calor,
acogedor como una taza de café,
café como tus ojos, hechos cristales,
transparentes, como ventanas,
mirándome, mirándote,
mirándonos,
en la ventana de tu alma.
 77° 
owls at dawn
my new car is teaching me to be a better driver
it tells me when to speed up
or slow down
it tells me when to stay in line
or get off
it keeps me safe and
always gets me there
whether I take the scenic route
or want to get there as fast as possible

my new car keeps me safe
and always makes me wear my seat belt

I think my car is my new fantasy man
 74° 
matt r
o soft lantern, teach me
how to gleam
in spite of petty falcons.
 74° 
Mimi
To love an addict,

You smoked all night and too late
And didn’t want to waste your high.
So you stayed up and slept in,
Mary keeping you company.
I had loved and stayed knowing
It wasn’t just you I had to love.
 70° 
Whit Howland
It was fun watching
my toy ship and squeezy duck

succumb
to the soap-bubble undertow

made by the bathwater
raging

from the faucet and into
the tub

days gone by or shall we say
submerged
 68° 
Tissywho
You left,
And my soul went with you,
It was my fault,
But it wasn't hers too.

I let you go,
You didn’t deserve me,
But I'm not your foe,
Never was, never going to be.

I told my soul,
To leave and be free,
To find her peace,
So she went with thee.
 67° 
Imarie
I lay before you what my soul can bear,
A simple truth, a breath of living air.
Yet, raise no towers on my earthly dust,
For I am but a hand, in which you trust.
 65° 
Caroline Shank
rooms are full.

There is time enough.

Time to move in.

I can see theeRo9m
other end of

tomorrow,

when the door to
you is open
and the end of time

itself.
beats


In your face. Your
blue eyes are
the
Signature
of our

Love.

We are emblazoned.

   Our existence,

in our faces reflect
on my own.

Our
blue eyes
move into

Tomorrow


Caroline Shank
February 22, 2025
 65° 
Mark Bell
You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.
 64° 
zoe
I look up at the sky
I don't want to look at you,
It sickens me to even know you're next to me.

I can't bring myself to look at you,
You are still the same.

You lied when you said you changed,
I feel for your trick again.

I feel stupid for trusting you and thinking you changed
I hate myself for thinking you would ever change.
I was an idiot.
 62° 
Maria Etre
And then I heard
her heart
through
the screams
that trickled
down her cheeks

She speaks...
 61° 
Thomas Castle
squandered away what starts a man’s life:
dime
wine
time

if only for a better cause
is there anything to lose
really?

looking back at what ends a man’s life:
time
wine
dime

it gets better and better
till there is nothing else left to matter
it’s true.
 60° 
Jeff Bresee
I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.
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