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 23312° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
Unicorns Passing
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 2741° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 864° 
Akriti
Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."
 830° 
Zahra Ali
She's under
Cinderella's
spellbound night.
The reality will
seep in soon.
 731° 
Libelle Marcellus
People always ask:
If you were in a room
filled with everyone you’ve ever known,
who’s the first person
you would walk up to?

But I wouldn’t walk to anyone.
I’d stay right where I am—
and let them come to me.
Be your own first choice.
 602° 
The Wilted Witch
I am wilted. I am weary.
I am weathered. I am worn.
I am stuffed with seeping sadness, and stewed in sticky, seething scorn.

I am deflated. Thoughts debunked.
And I am drowned in desperate dread.  
When I soak my roots in water, I find it dries them out instead.

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am wilted. I am worn.
 535° 
badwords
I’ve left the oven on
for years.
Somewhere between metaphor and meaning,
something’s always been burning.

But no one’s eaten in a while.

They called it voice.
I called it
a slow confession wrapped in rhyme.
A sugarcoated breakdown.
Something easy to swallow
if you didn’t read too carefully.

They wanted brevity.
I brought blood.
They wanted truth.
I brought formatting errors
and a whisper shaped like static.

Do you remember the one
with the anti-light?
No?

Of course not.
You don’t remember the one who screamed last.
You remember the one who rhymed "heart" with "start"
and got 200 likes for it.

Now my name is on the box
but it’s spelled wrong
and the font is smiling too hard.

The cookies still crumble
but no one eats the edges.
That’s where the poison is.
That’s where I lived.

So I’ve folded the apron.
Swallowed the last word
before it could become a quote.

Let the gods of good taste keep their ovens.
Let the algorithm rot.

I’ve got shoeboxes full of unsent stanzas
and no more hunger
for applause shaped like echo.
Do better.
Thursday is your birthday
But I have to celebrate it without you
 423° 
stefan badham
go away bad mood
you've ruined the song
I was enjoying that better mood
until you came along
out of the blue
uninvited
to make me blue
the wrong shade of blue
what have I ever done to you?
go away bad mood.
 283° 
Julie
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜…
𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨
𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝
𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮
— julie
Written on a quiet morning, letting the light speak.
 280° 
T
I fell from grace
When i burnt it
all to the ground.
You told me to never
Contact you again;
Ripping me from your life
like I was your biggest sin.

But the thing
with unspoken fears,
They’re fueled by betrayal,
And burn for years.
And another one
 277° 
Artis
My love, I'm never going to be,
That perfect fire,
That you want me to be.
I'm going to push and pull—
Burn you from the inside out,
Until all that's left—
Are ashes,
Of a once burning fire.

The haunting screams of a scorching,
Burn—I burn it all.
You looked at me
Like you had the sun in your eyes,
Until the sun didn’t shine anymore.
You loved the flame I had—
Until it burnt you.
I told you: I burn—
You touched me
With your bare hands,
Then blamed me for the—

Scorching scars.

Never looked at me the same again.
Put out my fire—
Still let everything burn to ash.
Burn, burn and burn it all! 🔥🥀
 251° 
Shambhavi
Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
 227° 
Neelanjana Ghosh
The sun no longer rises,
The earth has stilled beneath my feet;
Yet still I walk, and wait—for you.
The moon has vanished from the skies,
The wind no longer sings its tune,
But my heart, it won’t stop pounding.

Here and now, I make my vow:
I’ll run through fire, shatter bone,
Tear down cities, conquer thrones—
Yet never beg, nor plead, nor bind
Your soul to love that must be free.
 224° 
Wondy
a crack in the glass
a moldy fruit in a fruit basket
a torn page in a book
a broken branch in a tree
a difficult puzzle in a newspaper
a high note in a quiet song

we didn’t match
we never did
but i tried
and i’m tired
 222° 
Odd Odyssey Poet
In the grand theatre of our romance,
In this courtship of our growing love
—only your parents could judge me.

In the grand theatre of our romance,
When I unveil my authentic essence
—your weeping eyes continue to love me.

In the grand theatre of our romance,
To say you're the woman of my dreams
—there’s no rest to provide you with the
justifications to profess your love for me!

Love isn’t a romantic movie…
 199° 
Eliza
I see you looking at her
I wish you were looking like this at me
The ring is on my finger
But I feel like it shouldn’t be here

Her eyes like water, blinded your eyes
Have you forgotten our youthful time?
Standing in front of her, but on the side
In her eyes I see not emerald
But your greyish sight
Inspired by Fearless by Lauren Roberts
 195° 
Jiali
I miss you. I've lost count of the number of times
I've wanted to call you and say those words.
I need you. I want you. I miss you.
It's like some sort of unending mantra. I think
about you every night before I fall asleep
and every morning the second I wake up.
I think about you when I'm sat at my desk
watching the flowers you gave me
slowly wilt.
I'm afraid of them dying.
I'm afraid to have even less of you;
to lose another piece of you.
 189° 
Sia Harms
Iron on Iron—
Sparks of God’s glory
Flying from the interaction.
Seeds of growth
Burning holes in the curtains
Of the sins we justify.
Light on light,
Illuminating a dormant candle
To the glow of Jesus.
Iron on Iron,
Sharpening one another's
Swords of faith.
Sharpen one another in love and faith.
 185° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Work like a machine,
The company you work for will never be yours,
Your client may be important,
So is your family,
Money is a necessity,
But not at the expense of your health.
5/5/2025
 180° 
Harry Gione
There's not a single emotion left in my words
The only sensation is the warmth of my tears...
 177° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
 152° 
Rubyredheart
Is this because I hurt you
so Deeply?

I’m sorry
I truly am Sorry

Lay it all on me
I’ll listen
Just listen

I DO care!
Originally written 6th Mar 2023
but always true
 150° 
MetaVerse
The autumn rain is falling
    Like teardrops from mine eyes;
I cannot help recalling
    With sobs and lingering sighs
               My Fugliana.

The days, returning never,
    The golden days of yore,
Were days that lived forever,
    Yet gone forevermore
               Is Fugliana.

With rue my heart is laden;
    L'amour peut être amer.
Nor any rose-lipt maiden
    Was e'er so fair as fair
               Fair Fugliana.
Ah, Fugliana!  La beauté est une
bénédiction et une malédiction!
 150° 
cmp
Ooh gawd because the world such ah small town I'll sooner rue the word.
Rant tow
 144° 
Lance Remir
I called you my soulmate
Not because of your beautiful smiles
Not because of the heat from your heart
Not because of your lively laughter
Not because of your flowery scent
Not because of your sweetest kisses
A soul doesn't need any senses
To know when it is in love
 136° 
Jon Corelis
If a million chickens
laid a million eggs,
they'd all jump up and down
on their two million legs;

just think of it:  a million eggs,
a million whites and yolks
would make a mile long omelet
to feed a lot of folks.


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Copyr­­­ight 2025 by Jon Corelis

joncorelis.com
I wish you didn’t
Look so beautiful
I wish your eyes didn’t speak to me
I wish the language didn’t
Sing so beautifully
I wish I could hear another’s song
And it sound as so supreme
I wish I could meet you
And you aren’t like you seem
I don’t want to care
I can’t make myself not
But that’s a lie I tell myself
To justify putting real life on the shelf
Sitting far off
Collecting dust
Never ever gets wound up
 130° 
jeffrey conyers
We, all hear somewhere Satan get blamed.
When someone say, the devil is busy when we create our own mess.
Yes, the devil is busy, so they say.

When you lying?
When you cheating?
When you are plotting and scheming.

Yes, the Devil is busy in various ways.
As if we not playing a part of the scheme.
Yes, the master of darkness falls within many themes.

Especially when we seek something to blame.
You know that famous Flip Wilson phase, the Devil made me do it.
 127° 
Joginder Singh
अपनी मातृ भाषा में
क्रिकेट कमेन्ट्री सुनकर मज़ा आ गया !
इसका लुत्फ़ हंसी-मज़ाक से भी ज़्यादा आया !!
अब जब भी मन करेगा मैं इस खेल की
कमेन्ट्री हरियाणवी में सुनूंगा।
अपने भीतर खुशियां लबालब भरूंगा।
यदि आप हिंदी और हरियाणवी को समझते हैं
तो खेल की कमेन्ट्री हिंदी में न सुनकर
हरियाणवी में सुन लीजिए,
अपने भीतर भरपूर प्रसन्नता भर लीजिए ।
तनिक  जीवन में उदासी को भूल कर
थोड़ा बहुत हंसी मज़ाक का तड़का जीवन में लगा कर
अपनी स्वाभाविक खिलखिलाहट से दोस्ती कर लीजिए।
कम से कम थोड़े समय के लिए तनावमुक्त हो लीजिए।
इस जीवन में हंसी मज़ाक,
ठहाकों  और कहकहों का आनन्द अवश्य लीजिए।
यही नहीं अपने जीवन की कमेन्ट्री भी  
कभी कभी खुद किया कीजिए।
ज़िन्दगी को जिन्दादिली से जीने का तोहफा दीजिए।
०४/०५/२०२५.
 119° 
Soul-in-poetry
Your eyes

Look like stars

When you cry


Your tears,

Are like meteorites

Flashing by your cheeks



Oh how pretty you are—
When you cry….


My little star-tear eyes
 99° 
Davy
I lay awake and listen to the hail against the walls some nights.
I think she did that too.

If I listen for too long, I can't help but think about it.
I'll bet she couldn't help it either.

But don't cry.
Don't be sad.

The end of the day is still so long from now.
And even then is just the beginning.
 93° 
Aarya
A full stop right there,
to that thought of happiness, which hurts
cause it's too pretty, too dreamy, too delicate
It almost feels like a myth
too many lenses, too many tales
some broken, some taped, some flawless

Well, it's in the vein of the sideral
a beauty too cruel to the blue-green marble
the witches mirror
I have no desire to enhance my beauty on
to bleed in a portal
glutted to blood fae and shadow reavers

Why is it?
that the most terrifying demons
The most beautiful faces
like the forgotten slice of time
When I fell for the beautiful beige love,
only to unveil the demon inside
brokenbienglove
 90° 
ikarus
to you, i am exception,
that for love, you'd do anything
you would move the sun and the heavens
if only, you could see me a little longer

in your arms, i am light.
i dance on clouds and pull on the strings of a lyre
foolishly, i wonder and i worry
but ask, is an angel ever a burden?

to your ears, i am harmony.
indifferent to the songs and notes of many
but when i sing, you smile
and kiss the parts of my mind that were chaos

to you, i must be a god,
made of worship and prayer
yet, even an all knowing being
couldn't have seen a love like yours

know that immortality means nothing
for it is only a skin of myself, that i'd shed
if only, to be the one that you love
i would certainly face death
 89° 
Carlo C Gomez
Y2K
At midnight
I will scare myself
into the new millennium

with dates
and charts
and graphs

about fractions
and formulas
and fundamental folly

all because
some genius thought
that in the grand scheme
of things

2 > 4
 89° 
Millee
life is like a heart beat
it has its ups and downs
our highs and lows
it levels out just as we do
that's how you know you're alive
 88° 
Winter
COME KISS YOUR LITTLE  TRAGEDY ONE LAST TIME,
BURY ME IN A WHITE DRESS AND TELL THEM IT WAS LOVE,
THINK I'D LIKE THE SOUND OF MY BONES BREAKING WHILE THE SKIES WATCH,
YOUR NAME IN MY MOUTH  AS I HIT THE GROUND,
AND  I DRAW AIR FOR THE LAST TIME  ,

BECAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO STAND THERE DRY
WHEN I DROWNED FOR YOU,
SO I'M MAKING YOU  SHOUT MY NAME ONE LAST TIME  
AS YOU WATCH MY LIFE FLY OUT ,

BUT NO, I WON'T OPEN MY EYES THIS TIME AROUND,
BLOOD ON THE CONCRETE,
YOUR HANDS SHAKING OVER ME,
AND MAYBE THEN YOU'D FINALLY CRY
short and rushed just like the decision she took
there's a part two from the other pov ...
 78° 
A Torn Memory
I claw at the dirt,
Something so filthy
It digs under my skin
Into my bones
It hurts it does
I wish a gentle embrace around my heart
Oh love me so
So I may rest peacefully
For one final night
 63° 
nivek
having taken the road
-sadness haunting your steps
-the unknown writhing in your skin
-a radical trust in radical love manifest.
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