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 Oct 2023 Anka
Chelsea Rae
Goodbye
 Oct 2023 Anka
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
 Sep 2021 Anka
Zoe Mae
Road trip
 Sep 2021 Anka
Zoe Mae
Off I go on a road trip to nowhere
I won't send postcards to people who won't care
My best friend's gonna be a wise-*** brown bear
Yeah, I'm racing down a melting path to nowhere
 Mar 2019 Anka
Matthew
Look at me
 Mar 2019 Anka
Matthew
Look at me
I have a dream
to see the stars
and hear the trees

Look at me
I'm so naive
to be this far
yet not retrieve

Look at me
I'm in tears;
pain too much
for ****** ears.

Look at me
my spotlight gone
from my heart
another dawn.
UHGHJBU
 Mar 2019 Anka
Max
I... I find pleasure in knowledge.

But I admire your ignorance too.
By W.W. Walt Whitman
 Mar 2019 Anka
Max
Garbage man
 Mar 2019 Anka
Max
If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.
Meanie ******
 Feb 2019 Anka
Rich Hues
Straight backed, expressionless and completely serene,
Somewhat wooden and as black as her queen,
He knew she was trouble, he'd met her type before,
She moved to c5 after he'd moved pawn to e4.
 Feb 2019 Anka
kmr
Control
 Feb 2019 Anka
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 Feb 2019 Anka
Marie-Lyne
A conversation
Doesn’t always
Mean
Talking
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