Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Mar 2018 PM
She Writes
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
  Mar 2018 PM
shåi
red
yellow
green

the lights flash
dully

on the quiet serenity of
the streets

the sea
of darkness on the
midnight scene

sad eyes
hide amongst the trees
waiting

those eyes
do not draw attention

they seek no gratification

they wish
to be forgotten under
those forsaken willows

these pale
sad spheres
brighten one time
a day

age will come
their time will
fade

they sing souless
songs
like lost silver lilies
in the koi ponds

red
yellow
green

another day dawns again
no hope no more feelings
a troubled world
remains until the very end
(shåi)
confusion
  Mar 2018 PM
Keziah
Why read a book?
People say for entertainment
Or to learn things
For me,  simply it is
To feel and to be somewhere

If you're like me
And you don't have a life
It often gets boring and sometimes...
depressing.

There's nothing that feels more fulfilling
than to have a book in front of you
You read and the words **** you into the novel
The rest of the world dissolves away

Reading makes me feel hopeful
That someday
I'll have a life of my own

Maybe I'm just one of those characters
who start out being loners
And later have adventures of their own
with their remarkable wierdo friends
and fall in love and such...

I don't know
Who can tell?
When you read,
It feels like anything is possible
I can't be that optimistic in real life
But when I read, I don't loose hope

Reality can be a ****** sometimes
But you don't always have to deal with it
Escape! If you can afford it
PM Mar 2018
I'm seeing a lot of poems,
about poets, their love and immortality.

I've also seen a lot poems,
about poets, their anger and immortality.

I'm yet to see a poem by a poet,
devoid of love, anger, heartbreak or jealousy.

Because, hey, we are after all people,
people, who feel love, anger, heartbreak and jealousy.

So bear with us for a while,
before you decide if your presence in my poem makes you laugh, cry, fume or smile...
PM Mar 2018
NEW
Day in, Day out.
As you laugh play and shout...

A new word, a new feeling that you discover,
gives you a new kind of power...
#Different
PM Mar 2018
The morning's gone - it's night again,
But, what is a few more hours to see the light,
When, lying here among the tubes, the machines, the needles... I've spent most of my life.
Inspired by a dear one.
Next page