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Steve Page Feb 2024
Like the comfort of forged steel in your hand or between your teeth
Like the push of a brother's shoulder against yours
Like the grip of deep tread on your boots
Like the weight of a canteen on your belt
Like the pull of a loyal hound on your hand
Like the thunder of your horse beneath you
Like the loyal rays of morning cutting through the cold
Like the rumble of reinforcements across the Vale
Like the tight knot of a bandage on your deep wound
Was the reassurance of our Captain's voice ["Hold!"] in the absence of all else.
Reading Games of Thrones and went all medieval.
Jeremy Betts Feb 2024
I don't know who I think I am, but I ain't
Ain't shiit, ain't a saint, track record ain't great
I battle free will and fate over ornate quips with no stake in reality but won't vacate
I'll always acknowledge everyone that has filed a legitimate complaint
I eat nonstop, still too much on my plate
With this much weight, it's gonna break
Losses stacking at an alarming rate
Losing track of where I'm at in this debate
The one on good and evil and people that doesn't seem to translate
Breathed life into a mistake
I'm what I thought he couldn't make
But here I am
With almost nothing left at stake
Never heard the last boarding call whistle for moving on, left stranded at the departure gate
It never has before, I don't know why I thought it would wait
And being in the state of mind I'm in, my best guess for what the **** is happenin' is not elaborate
I was simply destin to be too late
Or maybe it was destiny that was early but I shouldn't fixate
'Cause either way, the screen says game over and on the board...
...checkmate

©2024
Nigdaw Jan 2024
the weather has changed
storm clouds overhead
while wars rage across the land
men women and children
indiscriminately die
for the cause of peace
that no one seems to find
the weather has changed
battle carried to the skies
we fight our own environment
all of us on the losing side
Jellyfish Dec 2023
Tricky sentences flew after moonrise,
A battle commenced under moonlight,
Swings and beams chased eachother
Like fireflies dance around lovers

It was a sight to see unlike any other
I enjoyed the chase as if I were further,
To be honest I didn't realize it was such a fight
until I saw my hand disappear to reveal the moon.
I am the eye on your shelf
I am the scratches of ink
that rip through unbarred arenas-
when sunken bones and unburied prints
amass a clump of
galloping words
tracing measured tracks
of battles forlorn

Hence my history beckons and the
leather straps like tires
machinal; my life
reduced to rubble burn-marks
in a book that
made you look
without a care
for where-
to put it.

another whisper in the wind which once
carried its conquered careful balance
Now sits still as a spineless paperweight
propped up by the heap of dust
in your periphery
If I came to you
Wounded
Wound up
Winded
Weary

Then remember that I couldn't fight what I felt for you anymore.
Why battle beating hearts that besiege my pride?


And

If I fell to my knees

There would be no need to lift me.

You already have when you smiled my way.
Burying a vision of you in my memory.
On my gravesite, blow the pinwheel, so you could send my soul spinning to heaven with every breath you take.



Ifeanyichuku Okoro II © 2023
Firing squad. In the field.  You can always take my life.
Savio Fonseca Oct 2023
A few throw in their Towel.
Some drown in a Pool of Tears.
A few fight life, like Fighters.
Others suffer through the Years.
Few string up their sentences
and bleed with words they Write.
Writing Prose and Poetry,
they hardly sleep at Night.
Fighting their daylight Battles
and waging a War with the World.
Their Words at times hold Promise.
Alas like a stone they’re Hurled.
Words don't decay or rotten.
I read them as I lie down in Bed.
For Others they seem all forgotten. 
I'll keep reading them, till I'm Dead.
Phia Oct 2023
Dear fierce,
and little warrior.
The battle you are fighting
will not be won overnight
and your sword is so heavy.
You deserve to put it down;
you deserve to rest.
I wrote this for my friend, but really it's for everyone. It's to people who are fighting their own battles. Who are way harder on themselves than they should be. It's for the people who need to know that it's okay to take some time, it's okay to rest.
Tierramxrie Oct 2023
To the girl whose childhood wasn’t the best and who didn’t have anyone show up for her in the time of need I’m proud of how far you’ve came. The obstacles you’ve managed to overcome despite wanting to end it all despite wanting to give up you still pushed through—I feel like that says a lot about you.
To the girl who wakes up everyday battling within herself and struggling internally everyday wondering when is it gonna end? Wondering if it’ll ever end? Just push through a little more I know you’re tired baby I know it feels like the world’s heaviest blanket weighing you down but I believe in you so much.
To the girl who always longed for love because she never fully received it from her parents so she seeks it in others. When will you start loving you? When will you pour into you? I hope one day you come to the realization where you in fact love you just as much as you love others. I hope one day you see that your first love and your last love should always be you.
To the girl who’s afraid to let love in—it’s okay to let it in come to terms with the fact that no one is ever really “yours” there are people out there that don’t wanna hurt you and in fact wanna love you while you’re simultaneously loving yourself and learning yourself all over again. Don’t allow your past to hinder you from what’s yours and from what you are deserving of. When it’s genuine and it’s authentic magic it’s beautiful what can be made. Let love come in—in all forms let it embrace you it’s scary I know but love shouldn’t hurt.
To the girl who is struggling to live I hope it gets better for you. For us. I wonder what the future looks like for you if you just keep fighting—I know it’ll be beautiful. Please keep fighting.
Don’t give up Tierra.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2023
I lose last battle
Your attention awarded
To somebody else
Never make someone a priority when you are only an option
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