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Amanda Jul 4
Between silences
Things seem okay
Can't find problems anywhere
Always have a smile on my face
Until I remember they're still there

It is easy to forget I'm mad
If I dream about your eyes for too long
Usually I get so distracted
Not even sure who's right or who's wrong

So there is not really much point
Fighting if it is all a waste
Arguements will slip my mind
No matter how bad the distaste

So next time we disagree
Let us not raise our voices to a shout
I can almost guarantee
We are just going to end up working it out
Written 9-4-12
Millie Jun 24
Back against the wall
I hear them yell all night
Who needs sleep?
Jay M Apr 17
Following me
Chilling my bones
Sending ripples through my muscles
Fear slowly injected into my veins

Running
Shouting
But none show
None are there
Only you

Panting
Looking back
Only to see you are lost
In a forest so dark and unknown
Stealing the light
Not even doing so much
As to put up a fight

Feather falls
Bird unseen
Cries into the void
Echos returning
Haunting

Fragile soul
Yet ever so bold
Stronger as it grows old
Scrape away the mold
To reveal the marvel within

But this mold
Cracked and chipped
Will it ever break of its prison?
Will it ever glimpse a future
Beyond this childhood?

Laughter
Cries
Wailing from the depths of the heart
Only one of two emerges
Taking the child in
Arguments burst
Continue
For years...

Finally
Break
Separate
Blame
It overwhelms

Temporary stability
Then the world quakes
Your life shakes
Then all is quiet
Only for a little while

Yelling, shouting,
Whilst I am hiding
Trying so hard to escape it
But you're too caught up
In your terror and rage
That you don't think of me
Hiding in the dark
Waiting for the sweet
Yet haunting
Sound of silence...

- Emily M
April 17th, 2019
Every time when you
argue,
my heart breaks.
Every time when you talk
about leaving,
I think it's because of my mistakes.
Every time that you
hurt me,
I try to hide the scars and make them fake.
Please don't do this to me...
please.
Poetic T Mar 7
Where just *******
               on a fire
  that
        isn't even  lit

Expecting to keep
                        us warm
           with smoke choking
                      our resolutions.
MicMag Feb 19
Let's sit down together
And have a discussion
And by that I mean
Lots of yelling and cussin

To your own opinion
You're entitled - that's fine
But your view is wrong
If it's different from mine

If you don't echo my thoughts
I don't care what you think
You're bad for our country
Taking us to the brink

Here's the way it is
No room for debate
And if you don't agree
You're deserving of hate

Evil, conniving,
Dumb or deplorable
Lazy, elitist,
Whatever - you're horrible

Our problems all stem
From the other side
So much for United
We'd rather divide
But don't worry, our side definitely isn't like that at all
Arguing with a woman
is like getting arrested.
Everything you say can
and will be used against you.
Just a short thing I found. I wanted to just post poems I have on my computer and in my book. So, if you see poems from me left and right. That's why. Hope you like this one because it is SO true.
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2018
Please don't fight;
it turns the beautiful day
into an **** night.
Please don't argue;
it has no value.
Please don't shout;
it's a verbal shootout.
Please don't yell;
I hate it,
can't you tell!?
ravyn Dec 2018
im a poet and i didnt
even know it
the words stream from my mind
like a raging river
swept away by the
current and im pulled under
my chest burning (and my eyes, always the eyes) and
my head might explode soon
from the Words i cant
stop falling out of
my mouth

a glass of punch staining the floor
the effect hard to get rid of when it
sets(sits, words weighty and unaddressed
in the empty room and feelings float
broken and tear stained)
it takes some work to cover a punch
and the parties are still affected (effect, effect) until
someone brings it up

but a normal conversation? can we
have a conversation youre
not talking to me or with but at and
the only way i can express this is
evidently the written word
but will you read the way you
argue (loud brash stubborn ***)
  if the only way to get rid of this
  residue is to talk
  im not sure if it matters how i communicate
  its like a schoolyard and your
  emotions are blanking out over my sidewalk drawing with white chalk
  because god forbid your opinions ever wait
this is more like slam poetry so i guess better spoken aloud
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