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An unseen telnet.
A light that's never seen.
Words that are never heard
Smiling throught the pain.
Laughing throught the tears.
Learning never to give up.
I wrote last night while sitting up late writing some peoms which I offen do.
You make me feel everything
All at once.
I have been spending alot of time with someone he makes me feel everything all at once i am not sure if it is a good thing or not
Is it wrong to be inspired by anything
That makes you write better.
Is it wrong to try and write something
Better.
I wrote this because I posted a poem that was my own and someone thought it wasn't my own work when it was my own now it's got me wondering is wrong to take inspiration from anything now
A mother always knows
The right thing to say.
She makes you laugh
When you don't feel like it.
She comforts you when your
Heart has been broken.
She makes your favourite dinner.
She stands by you when no one else Does.
She loves you no matter what you do.
She always there when no one else is.
When she leaves this world you miss
Her even more.
A wave of anger washes over me.
My heart beats so fast I am sure,
It will break my ribs.

My mind moves so fast my lungs,
Can't keep up.

I long to out an angry scream.
I feel it building and building.
Hitting a punching bag until
My knuckles are red and raw.

Anger lives in a moment and dies.
Embracing the darkness inside me
Letting it out not holding it back.
Smashing the masks they give me to wear tierd of the fake faces.
Who pretend they are perfect when its just a well told lie.
I stepped over to my dark side found
That I am both angel and demon.
We all have a light and darkness inside us.
I now embrace the darkness I was
Scared of for long.
#embrace #darkness #light #angel #demon
He watches the news for hours.
She watches videos that says this
Virus is not real its a hoax.
They never can explain why the
Death count keeps on rising.
Instead they blame politicians
And Bill Gates.
She believes the vaccine has a
Chip in it while he says  its made
From dead babies.
Angry when say its not real once
More.
My response is.
Tell that to everyone who has lost
Someone that this is not real.
Tell those front line hero's this
Is not real.
Telling them both to share no
More narrow minded views with me
Because this is very real.
I wrote this today after listening to my brother and sister arguing over the lock downs and pandemic being real and it really got me the so call facts they where throwing at each other it was really annoying to hear their views on it to me this very real and people are dying from it
What is being normal?.
Because it is a question that no one
Has answered.
I was watching the news and it made me angry. It doesn't matter if your fat thin in a Same *** relationship or what colour your skin is. No one believes the same thing
And no one has the right to say what is normal and what's not normal. We should love more hate less treat people with respect no matter what your religious beliefs are
#normal #answered
I tried.
You gave up.
I staid.
You left.
You texted.
My battery died.
The best thing that ever happen.
I wrote this poem using text message as the form.
Spare me the lecture!!!.
I know that I fall in love alone.
But this isn't a feeling that you
Can turn off.

I wish that i had never laid
My eyes on that man.
Hating myself for being unable
To let him go.

I can't think.
I can't breath.
I can't dream of someone else.
Maybe I deserve the pain.

I shouldn't answer his message.
But this sick love as you call it
Is better thank having nothing.
Call me crazy tell me it's on my head.

Just because I can't be with him.
It does mean that this love just
Dies because it doesn't die.
This from my unequeted love collection the woman in this poem is telling her friend that doesn't matter how one side this love is she still loves him and nothing will ever change it
I am tried of the worrying thoughts.
My mind moves so fast my lungs
Can't keep up.

My mind moves from thought to thought.
Playing the past over and over in my head.

Trying so hard not mess everything up.
Anxiety is like a breath that's stuck in
Your throat taking the life out of you.
The night scares me because I know
The anxious thoughts are waiting.
Waking up in a cold sweat crying.
The screams still haunt me.

Wishing that I could get out of the
Dark maze that's my mind.
If the doctor has a pill for long lasting happiness I would take it.

Everyone tells me your not meant to
Feel this at all and anxiety isn't real.
This is why I write in my notebook and don't talk to you at all.

Anxiety ruins your life come live in my head and then tell me it's not real.
I hate when people say anxiety isn't real some people in my family tell me it's not real, that hurts me because it's something that has robbed many years from my life and this is why I Bury thing in things poetry.
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
I must confess I put my pen down not
Sure if I would write poetry again.
Took a step back took time out
Wondered what was next.

Sitting by the water watching as the
World passes me by.
I met a poet who said write what you
Feel not what people want to read.

The greatest poets of our time made
Mistakes and had haters.
Life brings you lovers and haters
But you keep writing.

Never stop doing what you love go home and just listen to your heart.
I met poet who teachs class and we met at the beach and got talking about if I should every write poetry again he was so nice to me we are now friends and I go to his classes he is helping me grow as poet
Jeans rolled up sand in my toes.
Thought of you in my head.
Wishing you where here.
Let me drown in the sea of your
inner beauty.
Let me touch the most broken
part of your heart
Come dance with me in the
warm summer rain.
Touch me under the silver moonlight make me long to taste your kiss.
Let me miss you every time you leave.
Crying in the darkness a place to hide these tears. The stars to you are just mirrors and the moon is a light. Love is a hunger that burns in my heart, you never see the see pain.
The marks left on my heart still hurt.
The pain still takes my breath away.
One of us is lying while one of us dying.
Every cut runs so deep leaving a scar behind.
I dont want to talk about how you broke and shattered my heart.
I got inspire for this poem from listening to the song called I don't want to talk about it
Lost in
Dreams of you
That never last
I once looked at you like the stars looked at the moon.
Feeling as if there was nothing more beautiful than this moment, made with you.
Just as the last of the summer roses died so did you.
Until we meet again I will never give
My heart to anyone
This poem come to me when I was out walking the dog and I saw the moon and a star close to each other.
A heart for every person I have ever loved.
A tear for every face I will never see again.
Passing thoughts and dreams of escaping.
Just look for a some were to call home.
Searching for that much needed happy ending.
Opening the flood gates with no fear.
Letting these feelings flow deeply and freely.
Filling blank pages and empty lines with heart felt words.
Holding on old memories and happy days.
Remembering long and lazy Sunday days.
This is just a new poem from a new collection I am working on
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
In my dreams.
I'm somewhere that I can't be found,
Laying in the strongest arms where nothing can touch me.
Feeling the softest touch tasting the
Sweetest kisses.
Living in a day that can never die,
Staring into eyes thats as deep as
The ocean.
Lost in a world that is truly my own.
Yes I made a mistake wrote a few
Bad poems I want to forget.
Ready to move on picking up my pen
Listening to my heart as it speaks.

Met a poet who helpped me
With some wise words.
Picked up my pen and wrote again.
Started a new poetry class.

Found my way and found my voice
Learned something new.
Found a new love for the poetry
I almost never wrote again.

Now I am back at it with a new
Poetic voice and tone.
My break has done me good and my new
Poetry class has been a good thing for me.
There was one point that I did think about deleting my hp account. but this site has made me feel happy and helped me grow I did missing posting and I am working first
Poetry collection
I opened up to you I showed
You my beautiful scars.
All you did was add another one
#scars # beautiful
What is beautiful?.
Is it a supermodel?.
Is it someone who is thin?.

Can a big girl be beautiful to?.
Aren't all body shape beautiful?.
Will the mirror ever love me?.

Does the mirror only love beautiful
People?.
The fat jokes don't hurt anymore I have heard them all.

The thick skin helps with that.
I have red all the books and they don't have the answer.

Is beauty even real.
Because I don't think it is.
It's not me thats ugly.

It's society that is the ugly one.
Beautiful normal and perfect are
Made up words.

Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.
Because of you,
I push everyone away from me never let anyone get too close to me.
Lying awake every night scare to go to
Sleep I don't want to relive nightmares.
My anxiety  ripped away the happy person I once was.
Forgive you because I want to move on with my life.
I will let karma do her job
I wrote this because today I had to face my mental abuser so that I could move on with
My life
While the world watches insults being exchanged like kids in the playground. Promise made that will never be kept by either side. People moaning about elections being rigged, everyone knows that knows.

Politicians senators and presidents don't really care about the people. They tell lies keeping the truth hidden from everyone. Saying anything just to get every vote  they can no matter what it takes.

You only matter when your vote is needed by people who don't care about you. They care not for us but for the money and power. It doesn't matter who you vote for things will never get better no matter who wins.
This is just my view on how I see things this is aim at any one I feel they only care about power and money
Not easy to find forgotten dreams.
Remembering happy days.
Missing the conversations we had.
Wishing time could be turn back.
Feeling more lost and alone.
Worlds apart.
Gazing up at the stars.
Knowing that you are behind them.
Looking down on me from heaven.
My sadness and sorrow can't be explained I'd be happy to exchange it for physical pain. A crushed heart thrown away nothing left to drain.

The flames don't burn as strong as they once did Struggling to see the light in the darkness.
Promising everything while giving nothing at all.

Beware of his lying eyes and his dementor's kiss It's a fate far worse than death it self.
I wrote this poem because with love comes with a dark side that can turn your world on its head.
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.
Broken minds and bleeding wounds.
Words that can't change anything.
Saying sorry doesn't make it better.

When the past isn't dead and you
Keep suffering in your head.

Do you know what it is like to feel
Pain that hurts so much you can't breath?, because I feel it everyday.
The eyes are useless when the mind is blind.
My head is full of words I can't write.
Everyday feels the same.
Stressing over everything nothing ever being good enough,
Sweet beautiful lies.
There's a little bluebird in my heart
Thats longing to be free, from this Heartache and sadness finding
Somewhere new to start again.
I couldn't write much today
This writing time was hard today
#bluebird #free #heart
I talk with angels swing on a star
And cry to the blue moon.
Because he understands my heartache
In a way no one else ever did.
Prozac promises. 
Stale conversation a nebulas mist
Fills my mind
A marionette dance to please you my
Puppeteer master
Dreaming of an inextingushable love
So that I can break free
From this straight-jacket romance
I long to taste chocolate kisses
That melt away dreams watching 
galaxies imploding wrapped up in his arms
Blowing away memories of you.
I took this poem from my Instagram wall
Over the last year I have been doing so much work on my poems and I found the prose is my things
Steal my breath catch me off guard.
Pull me close hold me tight.
Live after midnight.
Touch the deepest part of my heart.
Take me to the brink of ecstasy.
Leave me breathless.
#breathless #catch #tight #midnight #heart
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
I pray every night hoping
That God hears me.
Hiding feelings in lines of poems.
Laying awake missing old faces.

Asking my self why I am so broken?.
Why am I not healing?.
Why won't they listen to me?.

My mum's pain didn't stop until
The day she died.
My brothers and sister smoke the
Pain away.

Is it okay not to be okay?.
Is it okay not wear a fake smile?.
Is it okay not to always be strong?.

I remember why I could see the
Beauty in everything.
Now I see nothing and feel nothing.
Broken hearts can be Mended.
Broke s life's can be rebuilt
Piece by piece.
Broken wings can be Mended and
They will take flight again.
Even bad things happen and they change your life you can rebuild and start again even broken things can always be fixed
I know that my head is full of dreams
And i get lost in my own world.
But there i am happy.
I can't spend all my days living in a black And white world.
Never smiling being serous all the
Time hiding who i am.
I love to get lost in dreams and be in a
World of own.
I love being a poet and if that makes
Me a dreamer then call me a
Dreamer.
I have learned to careless about
What strangers think of me.
You will never make everyone happy
Love me ot hate it.
Put me down and i will get back up
And my life will go.
If i disappoint you thats only because
I won't live up to your expectations.
Never i will become part of this
Fake faceless and hateful society.
When you careless you live happy.
This is something that i have learned to do
When you stop trying to be what others want your to be you will be much more happy
Worlds change
When eyes meet.
Leaving nothing
As it once was.
You are the dream I am
Always chasing.
Comfort comes in different ways.
A hug.
Kind words.
Your favourite dinner.
A poem.
A funny memory.
A kiss from the one you love.
Your child's smile.
A friend who is always there.
Whatever way you find it hold it
And never let it go.
I wrote this because comfort doesn't come in one form or one way we all find comfort in the little things or big things.
My heart is full of deep bleeding
Wounds thats keep bleeding.
Every mistake ever made is put on
Replay so i don't forget them.
Turn the other cheek but to be honest
I am getting tried of doing that.
I love to escape into dreams where i
Am so far away from the pain.
My happiest smile hides all ugly hurtful things said to me.
Sometimes i wish someone would just
Come and take me to a better life.
Because my eyes sting from all the tears i have cried.
Even as i write these words tears roll
Down cheeks.
Sometimes it family that can cut you must worse than anything else
#tears #broken #heart
The danger with some dreams is they
Keep you holding on to the one thing,
That you can never really have.
The most dangerous thing to do
Is stand still and never try.
He took my heart.
Not knowing what he had done.
Leaving me in the dark.
#heartache #sadpoem #lies #dark
I am a poet who has known
Pain joy and sorrow.
Cried many times tried to write
The pain away.
My hand is always in the clouds
Escaping into daydreams.
Because it's the only place that i ever
Seem to be happy.
But we can't live in dreams so i write
Poetry instead.
Lonely nights and dying days.
Moving from day to day
No need to check my phone because
I know what is waiting
The can you help me messages
The where are you messages
Dying inside just that little bit more
Waiting for the light to fade
Darkness brings me comfort and freedom
Those few preicous hours of short
Lived peace
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