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177 · Dec 2017
I am only human
I am no angel.
Crossed many lines.
Made mistakes.
Learned lessons.
I am a poet.
Not a lair.
I wrote this after me and my friend where talking we both have different views on poets. He calls it creative liying and I see it as an art form and a way to express your selfs and feelings
176 · Jul 2019
No more playing nice
For years all you did was make
Me suffer over and over.
You put me down but you couldn't
Keep me down.
You hated how people liked me more
Than they liked you.
I never did anything but just be myself.
I am tierd of the lies you spread like butter on hot toast.
You smiled at me as you burn all
my notebooks one by one.
You can burn everything that I have.
But it doesn't change anything.
Because your still alone.
Hate me if you need to but it doesn't take the your pain away.
You will be the lonely troll who lives
Under a bridge I have had enough.
A family member can be bully you much worse than anyone else can and I just felt so angry that lash out and had to write this poem so if its not so good
176 · Jul 2020
He makes me forget
Writing by candle light walking
In a garden of shadows,
Living for the darkness,
Playing his temptress,
The heated touches,
The caress of his lips against mine,
Dices rolled lines crossed,
The roundness of his hips,
The deep honey coated tone of his voice.
Had me pulling his head back just
to steal a kiss.
He makes me forget about the
World outside.
With this poem I have been playing around with words trying to make it more engaging
175 · Nov 2017
Waiting
Brick by brick he pulled my wall down.
Mending a broken heart.
Breathing life into a lifeless body.
Sitting on the dark side with me when no one else would.
On borrowed time now it has run out.
As the night fades you left.
No good byes.
No kiss before you left.
Leaving only a rose behind.
You left me alone.
Now I am left waiting on you to come back.
174 · May 2018
poetry
Burning the midnight oil writing poem's.
Swimming through a sea of emotions.
Sweeping pieces of broken heart away.

Filling blank pages and empty lines with
Words trying to release the pain. Some memories are too painful to forget.

Poetry isn't just words on paper feelings or emotions. It's the one thing that saves us and gives us a way to express our self.
174 · Nov 2017
Hope
Tear fillers eyes.
Heavy hearted.
Holding on to memorise.
Remembering happy days
Hoping that you found heaven.
I wrote this for my mum who died five years ago today. I saw a rainbow she loved them it inspired this poem
173 · Aug 2019
A poetry block
I've been trying for hours to write
But i am not feeling it.
My mind is full of words images and colours but nothing fits together.
I can't turn words into a poem even
My heart is empty.
My inner ink has become dry and
I have no feelings to search.
Nothing in my poetry journal jumps
Out at me.
Maybe my pen and my emotions need
A rest today because i can't write.
Today i am just not feeling it i love to write
Poetry everday if i can but it is just not
Coming today.
#today #poetry #jumps #emotions
173 · Jun 2018
my life in a poem.
Born with no silver spoon.
Grew up with very little.
Made something from nothing.
Always made the best of things.

Held on to hope really tight.
Always believed there's a better tomorrow.

Been strong not by choice.
Smiled through all the pain.
Took the good with the bad.
But I wouldn't change anything.
This is about how I grew up sometimes having very little and life has not always been good to me. It's taught me many lessons. But its made me who I am today and that I am grateful for
173 · May 2018
love letters in the sand
Writing words in the sand
You will never see.
Watching as the waves carry
Each line away.
I wrote you a love letter
In the sand.
But the sea washed it away
Like it was a mistake.
173 · Jun 2018
the American dream
The American dream,
Turned into the
Real American horror story.
This is just the way that I see America now its a real
Horror story
173 · Aug 2019
One last time
I sit under a blueberry sky longing to
See your smile one last time.
Feel your gentle kiss on my lips feel your fingertips dance on my skin.
I know this is nothing more than a dream, but it keeps me coming back to him every night.
#night #blueberry #smile # kiss
172 · Sep 2019
A Kinfes use
All round me are unreal fake selfish faces who hide behind masks.
Carrying knifes made from envy and
Jealously.
Nice to your face while sticking it into deep into your back.
Knifes should be used for cutting up food not for sticking in someone's back.
#kinfes #food #jealously
172 · Jan 2020
When we say good bye
Take me some where we can't be seen.
Where we can lock out the world.
Where I can be in your arms,
Tasting your lemon drop kiss.
****** my mind touch me with words.
Let me get lost in your eyes.
Let me live in this last moment with
You, before morning comes.
I hate the moment where we have
To say goodbye.
171 · May 2018
if
if
If.
Every poem was happy would
It sound the same.
If.
Everything was peaceful would
The world be a better place.
If.
You had everything you ever wanted
Would you truly be happy.
If.
You could go back to that happy moment
In time would you do it.
171 · May 2018
the monster inside of me
Monster monster that lives inside of me.
Tell me the things I will never be.
Rip me up keep me prisoner.
Break my heart shatter my dreams.
Keep me in the darkness.
Leave me with scars.
Catch all my tears.
The monster is not under my bed.
The monster lives inside of me.
I wrote this because sometimes my anxiety disorder can feel like a monster that won't let you be.
171 · Jul 2019
3:00am poem
It's 3:00am and I am still up writing
Poems about you.
Why are you growing on me now?
I can't get you out of my head.
Is it your icy blue eyes could it be
Your well tone masculine body?.
The way you keep it *******.
The way you give me a quick glance
And flash a smile at me.
My emotions are so confused and mixed up.
171 · Dec 2017
The little things
Flashing Christmas lights and slient nights. It's been five year years since you have been gone.

I miss how you loved this time of year. Watching movies we have seen a hunder times.

There was always the smell of hot chocolate, and apple pie coming from the kitchen.

It's not the big things I miss it's all the little things you did that I miss so much
I wrote this for my mum she has been gone for four years I missed all the little things she did.
169 · Oct 2018
The woman I use to know
I watched her mind break and her heart shatter.
A woman who always smiled.
Who did everything brought up seven kids alone.
Who beating everyday.
Her smile was always there no matter what.
So warm so kind so gentle.
Her heart was full of love for everyone.
Nothing was ever to much too ask her.
As the years came and gone things changed.
Her body become weak.
Her home become a prison without bars.
Illness took everything from her.
Her only dream was to live by the sea.
A dream she never got.
I wrote this poem about my mum she was so strong and so important in my life she was always happy no matter what happen now I live by the sea living her dream.
168 · Apr 2018
broken
I want to fly but they won't let me.
Seen but never heard by anyone.
It's either their way or no way.
As each day and night slips by.
I die that little bit more inside.
My deep wounds never heal.
My heart is too broken to fix.
I wrote this in poem when I feeling low it is always the best way to release the pain I feel
167 · Nov 2017
Love
His smile brought my walls down.
Craving for his touch.
Needing his kiss.
Lost in his eyes.
Feeling things words can't explain.
Desire burns like a wild fire.
Carried out on a tidel wave of emotions.
Higher than the moon.
His devine love stole my heart
His Love made me blind.
The inspiration for this poem come from watching a movie.
167 · Jul 2020
His wicked game
The unforgettable wild stare in his eyes
The tenderness in his raspy voice,
His slow lingering touch melts my core
The caress of his lips on my neck,
The rising heat consumes me
He knows he has me right where he wants me,
Pushed on to the bed.
Lying naked before his wicked his smile,
One last look taken,
One last touch felt,
One last kiss tasted,
He left me lying on the bed in a heated mess.
167 · Oct 2017
do you
Now you are in heaven and we are worlds apart.

Do you miss me like I miss you?.
Do you wish we could meet one last time?.
Do you miss moments we shared?.
Do you miss the places we went?.
Do miss the summer days we had by the beach?.

It's been two years since you since you past away but the pain still hurts.
I wrote this for my mum we were really close and she died two years ago. I miss her it still hurts everyday
167 · Aug 2019
Words
Words can twist minds lifes
Get lost and ruined.
And the world becomes more
Darker and twisted.
167 · May 2019
Switched off
The light at the end of the
Tunnel is switched off,
Until further notice.
Please enjoy the darkness and
The sound of silence.
This is just a passing through feel down so I wanted to turn it into a poem
#silence #darkness #notice #switchedoff
#enojy
167 · Jan 2020
My reason for living
With him my soul could be naked
We shared beautiful moments,
We had deep meaningful moonlit conversations,
He reminded me what it was like to
Dream to again,
I love the mornings laying in his arms
He feeds my soul in ways no one else
Ever does I feel alive.
166 · Nov 2017
sorry
I am sorry.
There's things I should have said but there never seemed to be the right time.
Could find the right words or let my feelings show, now it is to late.

I am sorry.
For the things we will never do and the places we'll never see.

I am sorry.
That I left you when I promised that I would never leave you.
166 · May 2019
A little smiling face
Your the little face who is always
Happy to see me.
The little one who wants a hug.
Who's laugh brightens up
A bad day.
I never I knew I could love anyone
This much.
#little #face #happy #brighten
166 · May 2018
you'll never know
You can...
Send in the clowns and it wouldn't
Make me laugh.

You can...
Show me a beautiful sunset but
It doesn't stop my heart from aching.

You can...
Say it gets better with time when it
Never does get any easier.

You can...
Give me comforting words and the
Pain will still hurt.

You can...
Never understand what its like to be
Broken until your broken your self.
This poem is about how you can never understand how a broken person feels until your broken your self pain and heartache is different for us all.
166 · Sep 2017
if
if
If i could turn it off I would.
If this was an act it would be over by now.
If you were to live in my body you wouldn't last an hour.
If I could stop my mind spinning for one day I would.
If I could scream at my anxiety disorder to leave me alone, I would have done that long ago.
166 · Jul 2019
Here and now.
Yesterday has gone and we
Can't control tomorrow.
Not everything will be in our control
Live in the here and now.
Because whatever happens it
Will happen.
I sometimes I feel that it easy to hold on to what happen yesterday or try to control everything and plan for tomorrow that we forget about the here and now
165 · Nov 2017
untold truth
Truth told but never believed.
Underestimated because of lies told.
Unheard words lies still winning.
Couldn't trust anyone.
Now you see the lies.
Now its happening to you.
You see the truth now.
Better seen.
Than never seen at all.
This was inspired by something that happen to me and now everyone sees the truth.
165 · Dec 2017
lost poems
Forgotten words.
Blank pages.
Empty lines.
A lost poem.
Is like a dream you can't remember.
I had a poem in my head and I was about to write it down and I got a phone call. By the time the call was done I had forgot the poem.  Which inspired this poem.
165 · Nov 2017
Autumn tears
Falling leafs and bare tree.
Long nights and tormented dreams.
Frost bitten tears.
The days come and go.
But the pain still hurts.
Death has no sound.
No scent or face.
Saying nothing.
Taking everything.
Death left me Autumn tears
165 · Jun 2019
Time
Time can be a healer and a killer
Either way nothing will
Ever be the same
#time #killer #ever
165 · Jul 2018
nothing matters
My heart is empty.
My eyes are full of tears.
Nothing is ever enough.

Can't smile through the pain.
Counting to ten doesn't work.
Given everything that I have.

Always been there to help.
Never gave up on you.
Nothing really matters.
163 · May 2019
Thinking about you
Sitting alone writing these words
Thinking about you.
Sometimes I can hear your voice
In my dreams, I am  not sure if it
Is the real you or not.
When you lose someone
They are gone and they are never
Coming back.
I wish that wasn't true.
I wish that this was just a horrible dream and i would wake up,
But I know it is not a dream.
#thinking #dream
162 · Feb 2020
I am broken not weak
Wear a super glue smile.
Takes these magic pills
Snap out of it
Your just acting it now
Push your way through the pain
This didn't happen in my day
Fit into society's mould
Crying is weak get a grip
Pull your self together
Keep your head down
This is not how women act
Your too loud
Your too quiet
I am putting another pointless post
On Facebook so you need to wait
And they wonder why I don't open up to anyone
Crying and having a mental health problem doesn't make you I want people to see that crying is not a sign of weakness

#cry #magic #pills #openup #facebook #loud #quiet
162 · Mar 2019
Night terror
Night is when everything catchs me.
The worry the anxiety the fear.
That loud voice in my head, which begs Me to make it stop hurting.
Trying to heal each wound one by one.
I hate the night because that's when my terror begins.
162 · May 2018
black heart.
I
Am
On a road but
I don't know
Where its going.

I want
to open up to
You but I don't
Trust you.

I long to
****
The demon
In my head.

I need
to stop
Loving you
Because its
Killing me.

All I see
Now is
A black
Heart.
162 · Jan 2018
Kiss me
Awaken sense heighten pleasure.
Bodies entwined heart to heart.
Eyes closed every touch felt.
Slip your fingers in my hair.
Pull me closer than before.
kiss me like your losing me.
Kiss me like a vampire.
161 · Jun 2019
She
She
She wears her heart on her sleeve.
Hides behind her smile.
Wondering if she has a place in this world.
She doesn't mind if they underestimate her.
She has heard it all before.
#hear #heart #wondering
161 · Jun 2018
the lost girls fairytale
There once was a girl who
Dream big, and had her head
In thr clouds. She red all the
Fairy-tales you could name.

One warm night the girl looked
Up at the silver moon lit sky.
Wondering if fairytales were
True or just a wonderful lie.

All she ever knew was witches and
*******, Lairs and story tellers. There was
No glass slippers or fairy godmothers.
All she ever was lost and alone.

Every midnight she sits on a step.
Watching the moon and the stars.
Waiting on her prince and her happily
Ever after.
This is first try at writing a poem that's a little like a fairy tale please feel free to leave me some feedback
160 · Jun 2018
this isn't love.
Lips meet.
Felt desires flame burn.
Trying not to fall too deep.
Hypnotized by his eyes.
This isn't love we're addicted to lust.
160 · Sep 2020
A cry for help
If I am honest....
I don't want tomorrow to come.
Because i know it will be full of
The suffocating people.

Who never listen to me.
Rubbing on anothet fake smile.
Wondering if God listens to
My cry for help.

Theres days where that I don't
Want to wake up.
Wishing I could stay in a dream.
Where I am happy and free.

Confessing my sins.
Preying for a way out.
Feeling as if there is no
Way out.

Spilling my heart onto empty
Lines trying to ease the pain.
Looking for a get out of jail
Free card.

Close to giving up because
Everytime I find happiness I lose it.
Everytime I find hope it fades.
Now I no longer know what to do.

Tonight I will prey once again.
In the hope he hears my cry for help.
I am in a bit of a dark place in my head at the moment and it's feels lik poetry is the only way to set myself free of the pain
159 · Nov 2017
unseen poem
A quiet phone lonely nights.
Missing all the little things.
Feelings used pen to paper.
Writing words you'll never feel.
Writing poems you'll never read.
The inspiration behind this poem is about how one old memory can make you remember what you miss and who you miss
158 · May 2018
time out
No peace no space.
Sleepless nights.
Broken thoughts.
Shattered dreams.
Feeling trapped.
A spinning mind.
Screaming demons.
An exhausted body.
Tired tear filled eyes.
Can't take it anymore.
I just needed time out.
This proms is about that one point that you just peace and space there's always that one person who doesn't leave you alone
158 · Aug 2019
A ghost you once knew
Once you saw nothing but me
Now you look through me,
As if i was a ghost.
I now understand that some people are sent to teach us lessons
157 · Aug 2019
Last in the line
All i ever wanted,
Was a dad who would keep me safe
And tell me how proud he was.
But heaven must have ran out of good
Dads.
My relationship was never good with my its always left me wishing i had a better dad
#safe #proud #dads
157 · Apr 2018
roses and thorns.
Every rose has a thorn.
It's sad how its The bad ones,
Who get the best part of you.
I wrote this because it is always the bad ones in our life's that always seem to get the good part of us.
157 · Nov 2017
Blind
The eyes are useless when the mind is blind.
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