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 878° 
K J McCarthy
You claim to love me
But you wouldn't
If you knew who I really am
I only reveal parts of me that I can accept
But theres skeletons buried inside me
Their stench carries my sick story
Thick is the scent of death and decay
I make me sick sometimes
As I sit with what I let fester within
I only expose what I think you can stomach
I play the part of someone that deserves you
Everything the opposite of who I truly am
You only love what I show you
I'm afraid you'll hate me just like I do
If I let you have a look inside of me
I never been easy to love
It's even hard for me to live with what I see
So I do my best to distract you
From knowing my reality
 876° 
Marie
SUN
You were darkness,
I searched for your light,
I've realized I'm worthy of the sun.
 501° 
Agnieszka de Lods
Sun
I dwell on thoughts,
I examine the sum of my experiences,
Sometimes, I spit out extreme emotions.
I search in vain for something common.
I observe the struggles of all conscious beings,
looking for a universal language
that unites rather than divides.
I know…
I won't be able to ...
I won't find...

Has everything already been said or written?
Fortunately, the sun is still there,
watching over me.
Its light always finds its way
to attract my soul like a magnet
calming gently
agitated states of consciousness…
I wrote this reflection two years ago. I think that all my life I have been preparing to find the courage to start writing. It has been a long journey, and there is still a long way ahead of me.  I used to think it would be music, but in my dreams, my voice was incomplete. It took me a long time to understand that writing my reflections would bring me the relief that I needed.
 442° 
ivan
i could say so much stuff
so much lies
so much hate

perhaps the lullaby
the lullaby my mother sang
taught me how to be kind

the woods are on fire
the animals are on fire

so much lies
so much hate

perhaps
perhaps the gentle coos
the gentle coos of their mothers
taught them to be kind

they will remain kind.
i will remain kind.

driven by instinct,
or driven by heart.
even if we are kind,
we keep on fire.
oh, god, how can i remain kind,
when the whole world’s blind?
 303° 
Max Vale
wake up, tell me
does the sky look pretty?
step off, outside,
does the sun shine radiantly?
look around, listen,
do the birds sing beautifully?
if you ask me, i'd say,
that it all looks lovely.
 274° 
Nishan Niraula
A world, hidden in a lover's eye—
Outsiders ought not to oversee.
It's where anything can come by,
Where ordinary would be a beauty.

Yes, dear reader,
It's the lover's eyes,
A realm much deeper,
Where all the magic lies.

Don't turn away,
Don't shun the flame
Let it softly stay—
It's love, not shame.
It's love, not shame
 255° 
Dr Peter Lim
This is my way of living---

I know what I can do and recognise there are always many more things I can't do.

So, I let go that which is beyond my capability and reach.

Thus, my life has been enriched.

What I'm saying here is the truth
 237° 
Ophelia
Checkmate
The final move has been made
They will mourn their loss
Checkmate
There’s no coming back from this one
You made your move
He made his
You must mourn your loss
Checkmate
White roses on his black tomb
Checkmate
He pulled his final move
 222° 
Antonia
TikTok or God?
 217° 
Imran Ahmed
By Imran Ahmed



They Were Promised Since Childhood Days

Two Silent Souls In Tender Gaze



Eyes Would Meet A Shy Delight

Smiles Exchanged In Golden Light



He So Quiet Lost In Books

Dreaming Of Love In Stolen Looks



She A Beauty Soft And Bright

A Blooming Rose In Morning Light



But Time Was Cruel It Changed Her Heart

She Sought New Dreams They Grew Apart



She Left Behind His Love So Pure

And Walked A Path Of Gold And Lure



He Let The World Slip Through His Hands

Abandoned Books Forsook His Plans



A Shadow In A Lonesome Room

Wrapped In Silence Bathed In Gloom



She Crossed The Seas Her Vows Anew

With Riches Vast A Life She Drew



He Stayed Behind With Weary Eyes

Lost In Dreams Beneath The Skies



A Beard Grew Long His Lips Still Smiled

Yet Sorrow Burned So Dark So Wild



He Lived On Whispers Memories Cold

A Love That Never Could Grow Old



One Fateful Day She Came Once More

To Find Him Lost His Soul So Sore



With Trembling Hands He Bid Goodbye

A Final Breath A Whispered Sigh



She Wept She Screamed Her Heart Undone

The Weight Too Great Her Life Was Spun



Beside His Form She Found Her Rest

Her Hand In His Her Final Breath



Two Hearts That Fate Had Torn Apart

Now Beat As One In Death’s Embrace.
 213° 
Maria Etre
The further
I moved away
from my traumata
the closer I see
them running towards me

It’s like a parasitic
relationship
I let them happen
I let them stay
thinking that
if I bought them
a jersey
with
“norm” stitched on it
I would fall for
their play
Full blog here: https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2025/02/19/the-in-counter/
 200° 
Something
G
I finally called my best friend
He couldn’t stomach what he did
Subscribed to something
he was never supposed to see
Now he won’t talk to me
We were best friends for 18 years, now we are strangers because he can’t face his own shame... Hurts like hell but I feel worse for him than me. I am too queer for **** and too straight for pu$$y, the most alluring quality is honesty, which apparently he lacks. (I’m tired of speaking in riddles but it’s the only way for you to find me).
A smile is the first invitation to everything.
It’s the first step to world peace.
Smile more.



Shell ✨🐚
Let’s make everyone feel welcome and loved.
To make this world a better place.
 170° 
DankerSchon
I loved every part of you—
Your smile, your gaze,
Even your anger.

When you cried,
And your tear-stained eyes met mine,
I saw myself, buried deep inside them.

Losing

Y
O
U

Terrified

M
E

So, in the end,
I became my own

"ENEMY"
 147° 
E
Sometimes I wonder
If you'd even remember
What you did

I think you cared
Once
But that was a while ago

Before you took everything from me
My heart, soul, and name
And left me without even the memory of you
 140° 
Khoisan
In a world without paper
there are no trees
no roots
no tattoos
no love
no ink.
 136° 
Barton D Smock
The poem says so little.

Food is a ghost that saves my mouth.

Hi, all my gods stop dreaming at once.
 135° 
S
and one day your happy song becomes laced with melancholy
But you notice that it sounds the same either way

So I guess it boils down to the fact that:

If your vision is pure, then the world is pure
It’s quiet, stormy, and I never broke the cycle
So let’s run
Run run run run run run run
 131° 
Amir Murtaza
I saw her in the bazaar
after so many days.
As always, her face was layered
with makeup—
not to beautify,
but to mask the bruises.
Time had worn her down,
yet she stood tall,
a quiet victory in her eyes.
She had finally severed the knot
of an abusive past,
and for the first time,
she looked free.
 130° 
shadowsoul
He told me
"What's not to love?"

It's more of a
"Whats not to hate?"
 129° 
PAVANI
Next to you,
I might stay a little longer
Next to you,
I might talk a little more
Next to you,
I might say things, unlike before

Next to you,
the words of the crow
soften like the dove
Next to you,
my heart aches with love

Next to you,
I silently cry
for at the end of it all
Romeo and Juliet
die.
 129° 
Immortality
her
her eyes wide innocent,
fur so soft.
even moon paused to admire.

her love so soothing,
only lucky would know.

she left today,
this world so cold.
oh, must be in pain,
her eyes told.

"lord give her heaven"
i pray.
may she see,
a life more wild and free.
I have two squirrels (well, now just one).... I found them in my terrace when they were only 5-6 days old, their eyes still closed.
Over time, they became more than just squirrels, they became part of our family, like true one.

But on Feb 12, one tragic incident took her away from us.

I never ever imagined that a tiny, 7.5-month-old squirrel could make me cry and scream this much.... Bbbbbut she did. Many of my poems were inspired by her. And now, writing feels so heavy, as if I have just lost my fav muse.

She was the fiery one. One wrong move, and you’d earn a bite from her,
but moments later, she’d love you like nothing ever happened... funny....right??
Love you, baby. I hope we meet again someday.....


Now everything, feels void, unknown, empty.... I don't know why.... is it common to feel that way???
Well all I know is that she was not just a squirrel. I saw myself in her. She was so much moreeeee.... I have one more, now I'll try to love and protect him more...
 125° 
badwords
They will tell you there is a right way.
They will hand you a torch and call it the sun.
They will roll their words in raw linen and whisper:
"This is what poetry is meant to be."

And you will nod.
Because they have made it so that not nodding feels like blasphemy.

But listen—
the ink does not check your credentials.
The meter does not ask if your suffering is organic.
A line does not collapse because it was crafted instead of bled.

They will tell you a poem must be naked, barefoot, aching—
as if there is no beauty in a well-cut suit.
They will decry the temple and build a pulpit in its ruins,
preaching freedom in a voice that allows no dissent.

Good poets are cult leaders,
and the first rule of the cult
is that they are not one.

So write the sonnet, carve the sestina,
sculpt the page in iambic steel.
Or break it, shatter it, scatter its bones—
but let no one call your wreckage untrue.

And if they do,
smile.
Because poetry does not kneel to priests.
A counter-point mirrored in style to:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4983752/good-words-are-clickbait/

The morale of the story is:

try not to dictate creation and by extension freedoms.
 122° 
Noemi
My bones are young. They know this land. They were created, formed, and tendered in this land, but my blood. She is ancient. My blood speaks of my ancestors. She cries out from injustice. From pain and suffering. Her strength is unmeasured. My blood demands justice. Her power building, supported by my mothers and my grandmothers. We will not let you destroy us.
I am Mexican. I am American. I will not back down.
Written on the tombstone head
the letters drip with red -
light and dark
have fallen stark,
the blinds made out of lead.
Squares of ink,
blood in the sink,
all prayers have been said -
laying on
a field of song,
her wishes have been fed.
 100° 
Aymeric
I wake up lost, my mind is split,
pieces gone,I can’t find it.

I don’t mean harm, but harm is done,
I speak, I act, then comes the flood.

The truth is bent, but never fake,
I don’t remember my mistakes.

Then consequences crash like waves,
I drown in all the mess I’ve made.

I lose myself, I lose control,
I never mean it, but I know.
 98° 
Juan45th
If she want,
she will.
be not worried,
cause thing will be
fine as it is.
 96° 
Kai
The dark that fills my room at night
Holds me tight
For the shadows that make me fright

Eye contact
With the dark figure standing in front of me
We both know that I can see
The unknown figure standing in front of me
With no eyelids
Corners of its mouth twisting ear to ear
It doesn't move
Yet, I feel this eerie sensation that its moving closer to me

Trying to fall asleep
But no escape from the eyes that taunt me when I weep
Always feeling like someone was beside me when I wake up
Useless cries
Heart beating loudly in my chest
I know I try my best
To ignore
But it simply won't do

I turn around in my bed
I know it's trying its hardest to make my mattress uncomfortable
I see its head in the corner of my eyes
Its eyes are boring into mine
It looks so humanoid, yet so uncanny
My mind can't save me from this mess
My hands are in full shakiness
Please...
I'm scared
Yet, the only thing it does is stare
Something from my childhood that is still currently haunting me to the current day :)
Just read this again and it makes me feel like I'm terrified of the unknown!
 93° 
Kelly McManus
The older you get
the shorter the days become
so live while your young
 86° 
Whit Howland
So many women
have tried to change you

she said with her head
on my shoulder

as rain pellets battered
the windshield

and red-orange strips
of celluloid

flashed in my mind
jumpy jittery

but beautiful
nonetheless
 83° 
Ángel González
Brillan las cosas. Los tejados crecen
sobre las copas de los árboles.
A punto de romperse, tensas,
las elásticas calles.
Ahí estás tú: debajo de ese cruce
de metálicos cables,
en el que cuaja el sol como en un nimbo
complementario de tu imagen.
Rápidas golondrinas amenazan
fachadas impasibles. Los cristales
transmiten luminosos y secretos
mensajes.
Todo son breves gestos, invisibles
para los ojos habituales.
Y de pronto, no estás. Adiós, amor, adiós.
Ya te marchaste.
Nada queda de ti. La ciudad gira:
molino en el que todo se deshace.
 81° 
Archer
Funny how in love you can be
Just for no one to laugh
 80° 
-E
What if
Is a dangerous phrase

What if you
What if me
What if WE
What if there was a world
Where my What ifs were meant to be
To be a poet,
Is to constantly battle your greatest enemy,
Yourself.
If your mind is not your greatest adversary,
You'll never feel freedom in what you write,
Because if you didn't battle for the thought,
You didn't win it's right.
You are your best critique.
 71° 
Celestial
Shove it deep,
deep down inside?
The pain I keep,
with secrets nestled beside.
 68° 
Yonah Jeong
scattering snowflake
road and forest
house
river of sea
park
sky
footprints
power lines
wind
no color anywhere
even my heart
is pale.
 66° 
Mansi Francis
Your hand entangled with mine
A simple walk with you is fine.
But let’s just for once gaze the stars
Dance for hours,
With all the happy tears
Open your arm when I come near
To Search a place called ‘home’ .
I want to hinder and roam
To all the beautiful place known,
With you, that’s my very own.
Never thinking about the end,
Just remembering the time we spend.
This was written in reference to my loved one with whom I want to spend time, fulfilling all our desire.
 60° 
kel
I used to hate mosquitos.
The way the itchiness keeps me on my toes
And the way the rash grows
As I live with a doze

But at least they need me.
At least they craved for me.
At least they're attracted to me.
Unlike everybody else.
 60° 
Writeability
secret recordings
misused in this messed up land
mindf*ck on steroids
This is in reference to something a close family member did. It wasn't done to me, but I was in the recording without my knowledge. I was an "extra" I suppose.
 55° 
Sia Harms
I sat on the edge of a teacup,
Spinning, spinning in a saucer,
My feet dangling in the boiling,
Tea-stained water—wondering
If it were better to fall forward
Or backward.
 54° 
Jimmy silker
My face is ugly
My legs are short
But she leans upon me
For her child support.
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