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layanibagi Jan 2018
I was wearing a green shirt paired with our PE pants
Clothes that seemed to add coldness to my body
Nervousness was gnawing unto me
Even just opening the door gave me cold feet
I almost backed out
They were talking to me and all I could say was yes
I stood there like a display
I opened my mouth
Nobody was talking
They were actually listening
Then they looked at one another and I felt timid
Fear knocked on my door again
I say the next line then bowed my head
Pretending that the action goes along with the scene
I don't look at them
I drop on the floor
I am dead
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I wanted to find a place where I could just publish some poems online. I've actually just written this as to ease my nervousness when I joined an audition in our school. I did not get the part but at least I produced this poem :)
Danielle Barlow Feb 2015
In seven days time
my entire world will change.
My future rests on just one day.
And I can't sleep or even eat,
due to the sheer pressure
that will come in seven days time.
SEVEN DAYS.
Willow Grierson Apr 2014
Are you out there?
That perfect someone.
Taller than 5 feet
With your disheveled hair
And your imperfect good looks.
I don't mean you pretty boys
I want the beautiful ones
With all the flaws.
Inside and Out.
I love your flaws
Will you love mine?
Do you feel pain
do you embrace it
and let it wrap around you with familiarity?
Are you open or listen to good music?
An avid country music hater.
You are out there
Perfectly Imperfect Boy.
Where are you?
Because I have yet to find you.
So you can kiss me unexpectantly
and make me laugh.
So you can break my walls
Piece by piece
Till I am nothing left but myself.
Come rescue me
On your black horse
In anyway you desire.

— The End —