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 1426° 
sadhealer
you said I'll be your first and last

and you end up being my forever first,

and I'm never your last.
 725° 
Graff1980
What a strange constellation she makes,
sweet stellar body
that I view from
a safe distance
cause she would
burn me like the sun,
scorching me
with her radiant beauty,
as I study her astronomy
the anatomy
of cosmic glory.
 610° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
 429° 
Eunyeong
I am dying of thirst
And you are water, laced with poison.
Let me die happy in your arms.
 350° 
Aybidee
Of what?
Me
So what?
Let it be
How long?
All day baby
Bipolar vision
 347° 
Vivian
I'm trying so hard,
I hope you can see that,
it has nothing to do with that,
and that it's not my fault,
and I can't do it,
to change me
 340° 
Perry
Each and every glance
dominates my eyes.
Not to be thrown away,
I store them in my mind.
Like snow under the sun,
I'm melting all the time.
 313° 
gayatri
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 306° 
Annika J
A message
An email
A wave
A "hello"

And I get so happy

It doesn't have to be anything special
It's just so nice to be reminded
That you exist
Ah, romance. I may be young and dumb, but at least I don't have the romantic ideals I had in 3rd grade. That was a travesty.
 284° 
Suresh Gupta
UNKNOWN


THE CREATION OF CREATOR IS UNDENIABLE



THE PARADOX
WHAT WAS CREATED????????



THE WELL OF IGNORANCE IS ABYSSAL
OUR VOYAGE TO SEEK IS ARDUOUS
OUR PATH TO KNOWLEDGE IS ABYSMAL
PAVED BY TORTURED SOULS BEFORE US
Ignorance is not bliss
Remaining ignorant is a crime against ourselves
Even if all we learn is
NOTHING EXISTS
 279° 
Caitlin
Time takes my hand
And gently brings me to my feet
It watches as I stumble
It teaches me to speak

Time watches me grow to an adult
From a child
It takes a step back and once again sees me stumble

Time grabs my hand
And roughly knocks me off my feet
It yells at me and screams
Why'd I waste it with defeat
 208° 
kat victoria
our souls will probably wind up in the same cemetery.
two plots away.
too far to roll in my grave and see you.
just barely out of touch.
close,
but never quite close enough.
 197° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
 132° 
memoona kazmi
i know this hurts,
but i guess i'll hold onto your memories forever
 119° 
Emma Q
Come with me, my friend
Come ride with me
Through the uphill of wonder
Down the downhill of doubt
Come on, don't stop now
We have so much farther to travel
Don't give up now
We'll go up the blissful twist of friends
Bravely make it through the loop of love
What are you waiting for?
Oh no, this downhill will be hard to bear
But we'll make it through
Together.
Come on, are you ready?
 115° 
Rozey
I am beautiful
Stronger than ever before
Don't forget that babe
Haiku are my favorites!

I will never allow another individual to denote my power and potential. I am beautiful from inside and out. I have fought my demons and I am proud of who I am and where I am today.
 113° 
CharlesC
Sometimes called a
hidden diamond or pearl..
Meaning a recognition
seemingly hidden..of
the identity of each of us
which bears the
fruit of real happiness..

The recognition happens
in any time or place
but the odds are improved
with a gardener's nurturing
or a teacher's mention of
the joy of the return..
The facing now toward
the morning sun...
See: Luke 13:1-9
 108° 
ronnie hunt
i changed the lightbulb cause my boss asked me to
i was going to do it myself but then she asked me to
 101° 
rebecca yong
treasure every moment you have. right now, this is the youngest you'll ever be. take more pleasure in living. you'll never able to come back to this exact same place in the universe again. don't spend your time hating what you cannot change. love yourself the way no one else ever will.
hello everyone. take a look at my bio, this is what i’m doing now <3 some of these might not make sense, some of these you might relate to. we are all going through life together. i love & appreciate all of you. - rebecca
 97° 
M-E
Today
We write
So when we leave
We are remembered
 92° 
mch
A boy was sitting on the ground,
Suddenly, a question from deep inside was found
'What is love?' he asked the girl sitting in front of him
'Is it just the absence of even a single sin?
Or a drop in the ocean, like any other emotion?'
'Love,' said the girl
'Is what brings us together.
It's a wave in the ocean, that goes on forever.'
 88° 
Zywa
Signals of the world
lay a web of information
over my face

they infiltrate
through my senses
excite my brain
and captivate me with grace

amazement and the wish
to understand what
they push and pull in me

in my thoughts
and needs
in my strands to their
hearts, their hands, and feet

from my knowing to their
knowing in a knot
from everyone to everyone
Collection "The drama"
 86° 
Livianna
She tells me my hands are warm.
In that moment
I feel the raging fire
once used
to burn my ancestors.

And that makes me wonder
Why haven't I burned anything down
except myself?
I have a friend who always tells me how my hands are warm. I then remember how many people in my family were once burned for being "witches"
 85° 
Tete Rudo
Am I a beloved
Creation of God?
Governed by
Instinct.

Or

Am I a beloved
Child of God?
Governed by
By Grace.
 84° 
Giordano Bruno
O sant'asinità, sant'ignoranza,
santa stoltezza e pia devozione,
qual sola puoi far l'anime si buone
che umano ingegno e studio non l'avanza.
Non giunge faticosa vigilanza
d'arte qualunque sia o invenzione,
né dei sapienti contemplazione,
al ciel dove ti edifichi la stanza.
Che vi val (curiosi) lo studiare,
voler sapere quel che fa la natura,
se gli astri son pur terra, fuoco e mare?
La santa asinità di ciò non cura,
ma con man giunte e in ginocchio vuol stare
aspettando da Dio la sua ventura.
Nessuna cosa dura
eccetto il frutto dell'eterna requie,
la qual ci dona Dio dopo le esequie.
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
 81° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
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.
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 80° 
Chantell Wild
I would climb walls
to get to you
mountains even
if that's what it took
to spend one more
moment with you
 79° 
Chicken
Please don't laugh
at me
because
I cry like a Ferrari
in the distance.
You are
1 in 7.5 billion
people on earth

Our earth is
1 in 8
planets in our solar system

Our solar system is
1 in 500 solar systems
in our galaxy

Our galaxy is
1 in 200 billion
galaxies

Our universe
1 in many possible
universes

We are so small
 76° 
Hanna
It’s done,
I’m done.
My friend stopped talking to me
My pride is gone
I am done.
Everything I took pride on.
I confided in.
Has murdered me.
It’s done
I’m done
Goodbye
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
 68° 
Makayla Jane
You shook my hand
And touched my soul
Burning my heart
And poisoning my skin
I don't know why you decided to shake my hand today before you left, let alone why the handshake was so weak and you were so gentle
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
 63° 
Sushant
If you could see me right now, you’d look away.
 54° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 52° 
Alek Mielnikow
You know the words
make little sense.
But they replay
over and over and over
in your head.
And no matter
how much you could just
let it go,
just let it all go,
the pain of what they said
still grows.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
When I first wrote this poem it was called (You know the words…), which is my go-to way of naming a poem that does not have a title. Due to technical difficulties I was unable to post the poem when I wanted to. In the week that proceeded I learned about the psychology term "introjection," and realized it was the right title to use.
 51° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 49° 
Anecandu
In the forest of my mind look there and see a clearing.
A spot devoid of emotion or endearing,
Of love and other fleeting things you'll find no bearing.
that happened when you left me.

In the forest of my mind are many buried treasures,
To keep them safe are drastic measures,
A rickety swing rope bridge gives no pleasure.
Left of the waterfall are skeletons of past relationships

In the forest of my mind, are the eclectic art of earth, Scions.
The dreamy numbing clink of spent emotional bitcoins.
Redeem a golden smile from a fortune guarded by lions.
If you dare, for in the forest of my mind.

Here I am S-A- F- E
 48° 
Nyssa
you
the curves on your back,
your freckles too,
i realise how much i miss you.
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