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Daisy Darling Oct 2022
When we met I thought I felt something
When we kissed I swore I felt a zing
But I was wrong about everything
Because you left me like I was nothing
how could you leave so easily?
Nigel Finn Oct 2022
This poetry site used to mean
Quite a lot to me,
But recently all that I've seen
Is not what used to be.

Perhaps this site is dying,
Like the fragment of my soul,
Which has given up with trying
To love this unpoetic hole.

"Five–O-two, Bad gateway"
Is mostly what I read,
And the same **** poems every day
Appearing on my feed.

This used to be a lovely place
To connect and to explore,
But now I accept it's lost it's grace,
And this site's done for, for sure.

I hope in time they'll fix it,
And this site will be restored,
But, 'till then, I will not risk it;
So I'll leave on my own accord.
If anybody can recommend any good websites that I can move my existing poetry to, and post new stuff, before this site goes down for good like I fear it's going to, then I'd be very appreciative.
Daisy Darling Oct 2022
i trust no more,
my body is torn,
and my heart on the floor.

betrayal has a bitter taste,
my time was a waste,
and you left without a trace.

fool i am,
my love was not worth a ****,
and your care was not even a milligram.
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHTS?
Daisy Darling Oct 2022
Boys break your heart
then they make you believe
that it is your own fault.
are all boys the same?
Daisy Darling Oct 2022
We know how this ends,
You and I weren’t made to be friends
you know we cannot be just friends
Carl Sinderby Sep 2022
They are good kind true and bad,
Beautiful the people who seek love,
Dangerous the people who seek power,
God could be people or a person that people told untrue,
People learn from people,
Plenty are those who choose to follow,
Never-ending cycle of life we people proceed,
New old and missed of those who are people,
People believe in things others see even when it's been unseen,
They look towards the future bet yet look behind.
louella Sep 2022
here come the very bad men
in their chevrolets with bullet holes and their sketchy postures
sunglasses cover their eyelids so no one can see their fear creep onto the table in violent outbursts
they broke a few bones on their rise to consumption of the innocent
the birth of a disease that fills their lungs and spreads like blue fire
here come the very bad men
who disregard your feelings and line you up in the junkyard just to behead you and leave you in with the plague ridden rats and the corruption
their abduction of you
won’t make the news
because they know every outlet and they know how to burn a body
and they know the method to make people not ask questions
no further explanations
no secret recommendations
their clocks tick like unnerving bombs ready to explode
we all love the very bad men
because they rid of our cities’ enemies
with their own hands
so the citizens don’t need to get theirs ******

they’re coming to capture you
haven’t posted in a hot minute. school has left me with no purpose and sadness. kinda too bummed out to be writing poetry. but i did write this the other day, i was just too lazy to post. enjoy this poem that i wrote inspired by my favorite show rn. school sux.

9/1/22
Cutezeni Aug 2022
Woke up today felt a limb missing
Found out I was just slipping
My mind off things that be
There can never be more than three
Got  screws unscrewed

I went dipping,
Didn’t realise that I may be tipping
Off the course ever so slightly
My matches lit up ever so brightly
But no fire lasted within me for that long
Done once, twice and now it’s a shabby form

Needed me a pick me up, got a coffee
Didn’t think it’ll help the cough up or a drop key
I wanted an out but stayed in,
Didn’t find work that played easy
Did all the courses but then I was greasing

My elbows for a fit form
Didn’t know better just hit random
Trying something to work in my day
Change the phase and ******* away

But nothing stood still when my screws went missing,
I was zooming then I was tripping,
Needed a steady shoulder to cry on
My shoulders stayed broken and corned off
Didn’t have anyone to half it up.
I laid waiting for the endless to be ending
The clock strikes half past seven
And I still stayed there laying for the clouds changing.
S
Daisy Darling Aug 2022
you are in the deep end,
while i am wishing we were back to being friends.
sometimes we make the wrong decisions
Daisy Darling Aug 2022
why can't i be happy?
i have everything i could dream of
except i don't have u
so how can i be happy?
seeing the glass as half empty instead of half full
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