Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
will May 2020
at that first loud crash
I huddle under thin sheets
shivering and scared
Some side thoughts from my last haiku.
Hamies May 2020
i woke up
alone again
and the last sips of champagne still rest in the glass we shared drinking from last night
the bed sheets still carry your fragrance
which otherwise wouldn't have been remembered
and the ashtray, laying within two burned out cigarettes, smoked after the sensational miracle of love

but anyways,
no goodbye note
no message
i woke up,
again
after lust without love
Manuel Vettackal May 2020
Quarantine O quarantine
Our paths have crossed involuntary

I spent all night
I spent all day
In my bed, where I shall stay

Others scream, and wish to flee
“Let me out, set me free”
But I’m content, for today
And in my bed, I shall stay

The world of man, at his feet
the little bat declares “I am not meat”
stay inside, they all say
and in your beds, you should stay

no spring breaks, no summer camps
no graduations, no euro champs
you know where they are
you know what they say
in their beds, where they should stay

you have all the time, that you need
to learn a skill,
or two or three
  in your beds, you should stay

write a song or sing-along
dance too hard or dance too long
say it loud, as clear as day
in my bed, I shall stay

At the end, of quarantine,
When you are free,
And full of glee,
Call him and her, but not me,
For in my bed, I shall stay.
rowdy lee May 2020
I'm dying by hunger
he said
and I remembered about
all these ruined places
and its children
and their mothers
no
you're not dying

you just still don't have enough capacity
to realize
that you don't need a new jacket
and shoes
you own muddy ones in the hallway
and the others you don't like
*******
give me
a better reason

and try
to swallow your dreams
and keep them
in a digestive tract
to the last second
of not giving a ****

as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now
on the pillow of tomorrow's death
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
lorphe May 2020
the heat effuses from your skin and soaks into mine,
breaths soft as they whisper into open air,
a murmur, a shift of the lips, lashes quivering.
the crinkle that pulls in between your brows as if,
something is concerning you in dream-state.
but not bad enough, that it can touch,
the softness that permeates your form,
the peace that sinks in your limbs.
each finger curled, i become distracted.
until you turn over and we bump hips.
another hum of losing concern leaves your mouth as you shift into me
i want to disappear with you there,
feel the weightlessness of dreams,
but the bed is warm and so are you,
i think that could compare.
completely out of practice in writing i'm trying again lol
Nylee May 2020
Little lily buds look at the sun
they smile and bloom
the morning begins so beautiful.

I worry about yesterday and tomorrow
keep missing out on now.

The more I see,
less I want to say
no longer want to stay.

The days get hotter and hotter
this budding cruel summer
I cannot enjoy the simple flowers
this bed has become my world.

I am tired when I sleep
fatigued awake
I need fresh oxygen to breathe
I've become living bone
all alone
.
Hannah Apr 2020
I fell asleep
Because I realized no one cares

It is seeping from the walls
I chose to ignore the sign
It clearly said
"hate"
I walked through the door
In hopes it was wrong

But now I feel nothing
Other than that
Poetic T Apr 2020
I took up gardening
during the quarantine..

  I made a lovely death bed
                I mean rose bed...


My husband hasn't been back
             in a while?

O' well

             I mean, 999 I haven't seen
my husband since I sent him out
           for milk..

He was coughing a lot but
                      I'm in quarantine.

So I couldn't go to find him,
                                 I'm killing him,
sorry I'm missing him.

Blue lights flashing,
            the boys in blue..

"Would you like a coffee,

"Yes, thanks love,

As we sat across from the roses,
      I asked,    "You ok,

"Ye, I just think these things look
               nice but smell like death
,

As they leave I give them homemade cookies,
                special ingredient

homemade LSD..

Just encase they had any thoughts that I
         was the killer.

Rest in Peace hubby, I'm always right....
Pyassa Lias Apr 2020
She hums to the beat
Of my racing heart
And my deal with the cousin of death
Collapses and at once I resurrect
With her laying on my naked chest
I transform into a playful child
Fingers travelling at a snail’s pace
Through the traffic of her hair
A world stricken with war
All my life, I’ve run headless
In pursuit of the look of peace
And there it wore your face
And it’s beautiful
Next page