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Emery Feine Sep 2024
we love each other with all our hearts
and who could ask for more?
but when you listed your favorite girls
i was only number four

i'm not mad at you for loving your aunt
and i encourage you to love your mother
but you also put your favorite music artist
before your own lover

and i know i'm overreacting
and fourth isn't even the worst
but it still pains my heart
because on my list, you were first.
this was my 34th poem, written on 10/21/23. my ex asked me to rank my fav guys, and so he was number one, but I was number four when he ranked his fav girls. when I expressed my sadness to him, he said that he meant number four as number one, and his list was backwards. like uhmmmm ok
Malia Sep 2024
I collapsed, the ground gave way
The earth, it trembled and it quaked
I thought that I would tear asunder
Ripped by each blight, botch, and blunder.
Could I ever overcome?
Not alone, no, not alone.
The world screamed until I was numb—
Like them, I thought I was alone.
When hardship comes and runs its course
When I am bashed by every force
When I feel sullied and abhorred—
Christ says, “You are not alone”.
I met a friend along the way
who's company I did not expect
when foes become rare
and friends became scarcer
honesty became a privilege
and love came as a prize won by vanity
I wandered amongst the wasteland of society
trying to find shelter in the rain of apathy
As I counted the withered blades of grass
I neglected the tree that had grown
the friend I hadn't listened to
that I had written off as they did me
was the shade of my own true heart.
ro g Sep 2024
the north star
leads as the king of the night,
a vision of light and hope for all,
shining brightest, fated for greatness,
guiding lost souls through harrowed nights.

however isolation follows, shrouding him in sin.
he carries the darkness and burden of the night,
even in a constellation, will alway be on edge,
as his crown lies in thorns.

despite his glory, he is alone.
Inspired by the "Are you 'Soldier, Poet, King'" trend
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I make my way among a mighty castle, but to everyone else that is merely ruins. The rubble covers the earth surface, but I pick it up and begin to build anew. The others just watch, fascinated by sight, to build a grave into a ceremony of life. They say their time has frozen in place, but I know it will move eternally. As I lay the bricks, one by one, a new story will start to write, for only the authors who let it be that way, and yet I’ll never realize that my new chapter of life has started, and they’re writing their final sentence. Still building this castle, one by one, but the debris still infects the Earth, when suddenly a thought comes to mind. It darkens and swallows the life. I sink to my knees, drowning in fear, as dark clouds gaze from heaven. I’ll never finish this castle. Humanity will never survive. They’ll slowly fade away, never to be remembered again I’ll never finish this castle, if nobody is here to share the memory.
this is the 8th poem i’ve ever written, created on 1/12/23
It rained the first day I was without you.
How could I blame it,
I cried too.
...even if you didn't see it.
...even if you didn't feel it…

It rained for you;
For the pain I gave you,
That spilled down the curves of your face.
Open handed and un-expecting,
Open hearted and undeserving,
To receive this awful reward
Earned with love and kisses.

Peering out from hollow eyes
Inside I collapsed;
More than you know,
More than you could know.
To see your face,
Knotted with sour tears
And broken mirrors.

Who would surrender
What bargain they had made
When time comes collecting?
But time did come,
And I gave you up.

How words seem harder
When they're at your feet
And not your mouth.
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