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Can't talk to much.
Can't laugh to loud.
Can't have fun.
Can't do anything.
Tell me what I can do?.
At the moment I am having a problem with someone in my family who can't support and someone who is mixed up between what control and is support
Why does everything have to
Happen all at once.
Meet the perants settle down before
Time.
Rush to have the perfect home start
A family to keep everyone happy.
Why doesn't anyone just slow
Down and just breathe?.
Strength doesn't come from how
Many fights that you have had.
Strength comes from picking yourself up everytime you have fallen.
I'll never forget the day.
When we left our phones and thoughts behind.
Lost in the woods we knew so well
Tents up a fire ready to be lit.
Rabbits hoping brids singing the gentle breeze dancing with the trees.
Night falls the stars are out hot chocolate made marshmallows roasted.
Singing songs round the camp fire falling asleep under the stars.
A summers night i will never forget.
This is about getting back into nature with no phones and enjoying being in the woods
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
Teach me to forget beauty such as his.
Let not these eyes gaze upon his warm smile
It's no lie nor a secret, the recalls
of his tender torso still feeds my desire.
When he and I meet on the edge of dreams,
We live in moments I won't remember.
If you must sigh and roll your eyes at me.
Show me another love as fair as him.
The thought of life without him tortures me.
Would one kiss be such an illicit deed?
Do you recall butterflies' cheering wings?.
Mock me if you must, by showing me it is
nothing other than unrequited love.
I've seen people waiting for empty hope.
He fires me to dream of him, does this make
me a fool?, or just a woman in love
Let these tears be
The last I cry.
Tell me?
You didn't feel
The spark like I did.

Tell me?
That you didn't think
About the kiss we had.

Tell me?
Your not lost the
Moment.

Tell me?
Why you watch my body
Move.

Tell me?
Why when we are together
You are more alive.

Tell me?
Why do our hearts
Beat as one.
Thankful for the mistakes because it taught many lessons.

Thankful for the darkness because I see the light.

Thankful for the silence because I heard my heart speak.

Thankful for the star who helped me open my eyes

Thankful for my ego because it helped Me choose life.
There is a thank you to star BG who helped me to listen to my heart and shut down my ego.
I never meant to fall this hard.
In over my head the lust consumes me
Lost in rose-petal day dreams of you
Our eyes meet my heart skips a beat

Running into the black satin darkness
Another secret to keep but I can't douse these flames anymore
Your touch your kiss

Wrapped in the contours of your body
Your lips on my neck loving the way
Your tongue runs through my soul
My heart races brought to my knees

Wanting more begging you not to stop
Watching the fire rage in your eyes
Giving into this lustful moment
An ******* shudder rolls down my spine

Loving the way you always wraps your arms round my tremble body when we are finished.
Suffocating long days and cold nights.
I can't think I can't breath
They didn't understand that I wasn't waving I was Drowning fighting
To keep my head above the water
But still they thought i was waving
What If I just stop fighting and dream
Would be now be a good time to close
My eyes and never get up.
#suffocating #get #eyes #never #time
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
Life is a balance of holding on
Letting go and trying again.
I wanted to leave this one open to interpretation i like to do this kind of poetry I believe a poem can mean different things to different people.
#life #balance #holding on #letting go
Feeling envious
Of the butterfly who flys
To a freedom I'll never know.
I am trying hard to fight
The darkness inside.
Because I can't keep feeling like this
Anymore it's killing me.
Hell has made its self
At home in my chest.
It's hard to breath when
My mind is full.

None ever told me that
Love comes with a
Painful sting.

Tears on my pillows
And pieces of a broken
Heart.

I guess this is
The dark side
Of love.
Stars fall like the slient darkness of night. Moon lit paths made from a bitter sorrow. Done fighting fights that can never be won.

Every beautiful rose has thorns that cut deep. Feelings are like lost dreams you can't find. Forgetting memories made and sweet kisses.

Fairy tales lie not all endings are happy. It's just an other day with out you.Looking up at the split moons that's broken.

Watching loves rose die petal by petal.
I was enchanted by a tanned blonde
With perfect white teeth.
Now i don't know how to end
The story.
I am scared because what if
I can't survive him or his love.
My heart is heavy and
I can't breath.
Home feels like a prison
Without the bars.
Nine weeks of lockdown
Is finally getting to me.
My mind is fragile.
Walking in dreams.
Escaping this jaded reality.
The news pushes Bill gates
Dangerous vaccine.
Listening to my family agruing
Over 5G and of this virus is real is or not.
While I am just trying to keep my
Head above the water, and keep the wolf away from the door.
Turning off the news because I really
Don't want to hear it anymore.
All I know is this thing is pulling my family apart day by day.
I wrote this because my family are so divided by this virus and this poem came
From an argument between my brother and sister my brother thinks China is innocent and my little sister is against Bill Gates and trump its a mad time within my family.
The first time I saw your face
I felt my world move and my
Heart shake.
Never have I seen anything as perfect
As you are.
Yes I know it is wrong to love you
But I can't help it.
Your always on my mind day and night.
I have never felt anything like.
#lovepoem #love #anything #never
Flirting with danger.
Playing with fire.
The temptation is too much.
Calls answered.
The darkness is my cover.
Mine by night.
Gone by morning.
Yes its wrong.
When he calls.
When the night calls.
I am powerless.
The game has us now.
Let down all my life.
No encouraging words.
Left with a bad taste in my mouth.
You where not the greatest father.
You where the greatest con man.
A slide of hand a well polished lie
Everyone swollwed.
Now all the fathers day reminds
Me of how you where never there.
You knew more about other people's kids than you knew about me.
I wasn't a boy called Stephen.
I was a girl called Stephanie.
But I still wasn't enough for you.
You left me out of everything.
Never once did you buy me a new toy.
Never once did you take me out.
Instead you acted like i was a punching bag.
Something to hit when people didn't
Like you, and could hit my mum
Because it would be hard to explain another black eye.
So I will raise a glass to you.
The worldest greatest con man and
Say thanks for nothing.
Because that's all I ever learn from you.
How can anyone promise forever?,
When love can change without warning.
The heart is a fragile thing.
He was her sinful and twisted fanstay
His siren call, was always answered by her.
She was the dark fairytale he loved to get lost in over and over.
Together they made magic that few people could understand.
#magic #understand #always
The sting of tears kiss my eyes.
Your words cut like a knife.
I have been shining longer more than you have ever seen.
I have fought more fights and came
Out with the scars.
Never tell me its my time to shine.
I have never stopped shinning.
#tears #angerpoetry. #shine
Will I pretend to be happy so you
Can feel better?.
How many times have you said
This is last time?.

While everything is a game or an act
We are lift to pick up the pieces.
Beer cans and wine bottles every were
You ask why the angry face.

You say that your an adult you don't
Need told what to do.
Live in a ***** house drink yourself
To death I am past caring.

The day you crossed the line was
When you spit in my face.
I had to write something to get my pain and anger out my brothers boyfriend has a drink problem. When he is not on the drink he is nice but he is nasty when he is on it
And after almost hitting me with a bottle and spiting in my face that was the last straw for me.
On the last day of love.
Tears fell.
My world ended and my heart,
Cracked inside my body.
It's always the last day of anything that is the worse because you know nothing will ever be the same.
I would have kissed you harder
And held you tighter.
If I Knew this was the last goodbye.
I remember the first times and all
The beautiful times,
Every emotion felt every tear cried.
The smile on my lips the butterflies
In my stomach.
Its not the first moment that hurts
Its the last moment that hurt.
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.
I lost the girl.
That was always happy.
Always laughing at everything.
Never stopped dreaming or smiling.
Her eyes never cried at anything.
She was never scared of the mirror.
She was lost in books and writing stories.
The world was always her oyster.
Now I am trying to find the girl I lost.
I wrote this because I lost the person that I use to be and now I am trying to back to the happy person i once was that was never scared of anything
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
A beloved building turn to ashes.
Priceless artworks swallowed by fire.
Everything lost nothing saved.

Only a burn empty shell remains.
Lost for words nothing left to say.

Wondering what will happen next?.
Wondering if it can be saved.
Not holding my breath.
I wrote this for the Glasgow school of art so heart breaking that has been turn to ashes
Sometimes my mind is a dark twisted
Maze that i just want out of.
Finally the sleepless nights and anxious thoughts have caught me.
If anxiety and depression was a light
Switch i would be happy to turn it,
And sitting in darkness.
So i would never have to feel like this
Way ever again.
For days weeks and months i can be happy laughing and joking. Then theres that one day where my mind just feels like a maze.
Living with anxiety and depression is really hard at times its not an act you can just
Stop playing
#anxiety #despresson #maze
I haven't done much healing
Looking in the mirror,
I don't know the person who is
Looking back at 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.
Today my heart is bursting with love.
You know that kind of love that hurts.
It's in every poem that i write.

He seems to be everywhere i go.
In every little thing that i do.

He lurks in the deepest part of my dreams.
The wind carries his voice to my ears.
My heart answers his call.

The only problem with dreams are they
End when morning comes.
Your like a wrong answer that i
Keep finding over and over.
Theres always that one person who always thinks they know better when they are wrong
Warm summer days sitting on the grass reading poetry books
feeling happy.
Thinking we had all the time in world
Breathing live back into my heart.
Walking bare foot on the grass you where the light in my darkness.
You found a beauty in me no one else could see.
You were the only one who understands me.
I can live without many things but
I couldn't live without you.
Blood stained streets.
Buying a ticket for a one way train
Leaving the place I called home
If you saw the Glasgow I knew it would it change your mind
It's the one place where hopes and dreams can't survive
A concert jungle that keeps you trapped if you  allow it
Bags packed sitting on the train waiting for it to leave the station and take me far away from this nightmare.
I was born in Glasgow and I left a year ago to start a new life
I will never know,
What it feels like to kiss his lips,
And feel my heart race,
When he calls my name.

I will never know,
The feel of his hands dancing
On my skin under the silver moon
Light of midnight.

I will never know,
How feels to wrapped up in his
Soul feeding on each soft moan,
He drops into my mouth.

I will never know,
How it feels to drown in his
Dark blue eyes, and swimming
In the beauty that most people
Never get to see.

They will always be unknown
Pleasures I will never feel,
Yet I still love him bound to him
As if he is my twin flame.
I was inspried by keebo to write last night after reading her poem it just woke my mind up
I watched the puppet master
Control his puppet.
I tried to open the puppets eyes but he
Never saw what I saw.
Blind to families going hungry children living in poverty. Homeless people sleeping in door ways and boxes. Food banks under pressure running out of food.

Teenage minds blown on drink and drugs life's ruin before they are lived.  Poisonous headlines stirring up a frenzy of hate and nastiness. When the truth is told and its not liked its called fake news.

It's us against them taking from the poor but never the rich. People working for wages that won't cover the bills. Lying news channels never report the real reality.

The brain dead believe everything questioning nothing. It's only true when the news channel tells you it is. We are living in sad and dangerous times.
I wrote this because for me the news channels will tell you anything and be happy to tell you anything but the truth. People always seem to believe it with out thinking about it.
Drop the act.
End the show.
Forget the voice of reason.
Be the real you.
I found this poem in a poem that I was working on.
My doctors asked if you don't write
Poems for them to be liked, and
Loved why do you do it?.
I write because it is better than popping pills, that will become invisible handcuff.
I can write the pain away and bury
Feelings in lines of poems.
Not everything i write is good maybe its stuff no one wants to read.
But if one person sees my poems and believe, theres a better tomorrow then
I helped someone.
A pen paper and words can heal more
Than what pills can heal.
This poem came from a conversation i had with my therapist, and talked about the
Power of writing ans poetry.
Recovery has no time line.
It's not done in a day or a week.
The road is long hard and lonely.
Taken the chance to be happy again.
Looking for the light in the dark.
If I ever end up on the dark side again.
Will you sit there with me?.
I wrote this because sometimes when your on the road to recovery some people don't always understand how hard it is. Suffering with an anxiety disorder I sometimes feel alone
I never wanted to melt in his arms.
To be submerged in mixed emotions.
Engulfed by passion consumed by lust.
A burning wish a hidden desire.
Lost in dreams keeping secrets.
Longing to feel his lips on my neck.
Longing to feel each soft touch.
His wild whispers in my ear ****** my mind.
I know these feelings are wrong.
I know they are forbidden.
But I can't get him out of my head.
You Sell me dreams and tell me sweet little lies.
Pulling me in and pushing me out playing with My heart like it is a toy.
The truth is you will never give me what I need
This is nothing but a game to you.
I am just a toy you love to pick up and put down when something better comes along.
I always wondered if there was a devil incarante but I know that there is.
Because he is sleeping in my bed.
I used a writing prompt from an amazing poetry group that I am part of.
#devil #toy #playing #better
It all seems so stupid now.
There was so much to say.
Now its too late to say it.

I can't come to you for advice.
I can't talk to you for hours.
I can't tell you how my day was.
I can't tell you I love you.

Standing by your grave
With tears in my eyes.
When you died so did my world.
I am not enough
I know that.
So instead of keeping me
Let me go.
It hurts to be halved loved.
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