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 Jul 2015 sara
Elissa Gregoire
These words are for you
They are the words you'll never know

Between these pages,
Whispers
The fated words I breathed
When I was certain you couldn't hear

Spattered ink
Preserved forever
To be devoured by one who wishes the words were theirs

You will read the pages
And think they are for another
You will never dream that
You could be the source
Of such wonder
Just a little draft that I intend to pick apart later this week!
 Jul 2015 sara
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It doesn't feel right that everything was here before you were gone and that it remains after.

That the only life touched,
is mine.
I miss my cat.
 Jul 2015 sara
Nirali Shah
Change.
 Jul 2015 sara
Nirali Shah
"It's time."
You say to yourself.
A hundred times a day.
To let go of something.
To begin something.
Isn't this the gist of life?
Isn't this all that that matters?
All it takes is one step.
One big courageous step.
Just one big courageous step at a time.
 Jul 2015 sara
Samantha
I wish I could write poems about flowers in my lungs
Beautiful, blossoming and everything you need
But all that lived in my lungs has withered
Until I'm nothing but a cage for a carcass
Nothing is beautiful when it's dead
So I cannot write about flowers that grow between my ribs
In my stomach
My heart
Because inside of me there is no sun
There is only black
When you depressing af; side note I don't really feel like this
 Apr 2015 sara
kaden
unfinished.
 Apr 2015 sara
kaden
//

I gave my all to your heart devotionally
I had you wrapped around my finger too emotionally
Guess i shouldn't of let you see that other half of me
But i was really in love, you see, i'm so sorry
old poem
 Apr 2015 sara
Dark n Beautiful
I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions
 Apr 2015 sara
Jay
Little Sailboats
 Apr 2015 sara
Jay
some days I miss the little sailboats
dotting the horizon
keeping me floating
as they sat on the shore
smiling at the watercolour painting  
watching the clouds blow away
leaving the picture perfect
but they couldn't see the sea so choppy
the wind so strong
the paper-thin sail
the hull breached and leaking
they never saw
I lacked a sailor's heart
I couldn't lift anchors
or keep weathering storms
while taking on water
content to drown
So I turned the ship around
they tied it to the dock
and I swam away
but to this day
I remember
half a small white pill
half an oval blue pill
make a little sailboat
Dissolving slow in fluid mist and into twisted limbs,
we kissed,
lips that hold and told of more before dissolving more and more and
then, and
then
between the dawn and when it breaks
she takes me somewhere,
how it aches, but takes me more and more into the mist
dissolving yet again and more before
we kissed.
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