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 Dec 2018 newpoetica
cat marie
You left because I made you feel vulnerable.
I made you feel things you've never felt before,
and you were so scared of what you were feeling
that you made me think I was broken for feeling it too.
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
Jordan Rowan
Have you ever felt like a child in the dark?
Where the whispers become thunder and the gods pound in your heart?
There's no sense in trying to quiet the storm
All that can be done is to embrace it with both arms

I feel like a traveller stumbling on a chest
Filled with something familiar but I can't quite place it yet
I found a picture lying in the dirt
As my mind was turned on by the velvet colored shirt

Some time ago, when my hair reached my eyes
I recall a quick visit that seemed to disappear and die
No matter how hard I try to remember
I can't come up with reasons I gave up that cold September

Now, as time's gone by, and things have changed
Like the inflections of my voice and memories estranged
I hear a voice from many Septembers ago
Like a harmony so rich that I can't wait to know
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
Batman
I have not seen your face
I don't know your name
I don't know where you live
you have many unknowns
But
I feel like I know you
We are two strangers
yet
we are like two people who have been friends for years.
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
R
Ruins
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
R
walk inside this body
find the places where
I am most damaged, shattered
love me, cherish me there
and let me forgive this body
for abandoning itself
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
Max
Just a little poet
Who's always afraid to
Show it.

But then I met you.
Sometimes I was scared to show my poems, but then I met her and she said she was proud of me, and I felt way better:)
 Dec 2018 newpoetica
amber
I rip myself apart,
piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
into your hands.

you step on me.
burying my body,
beneath soil.
no mercy,
in your eyes.

you were never aware,
of all that manifested,
beneath my shell,
deep within my heart.
so why would you mind,
tearing it apart?
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