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choco is late Mar 2018
I love poetry.
A world of infinity.
Safe haven for me.
My first try
Raja Abdul Basit Feb 2018
The way I grow
Is always questioning
What I think I know
And at times
I think too much
Words stung together
Recounting
What we've done together
Have become forever
Diamonds designed
Under pressure ...
Mb Feb 2018
Once upon on a time, I had feelings.
And now it has drained.
Once upon times I was really happy,
And now it has declined.
Once upon a time I was yours,
And now I became a writer.
Mb Feb 2018
I fear water and words.
They can be so deep sometimes.
Is it a verse,a story or a sonnet.
Or a mere pool, lake or the biggest ocean on this planet.
For the real fear doesn't creep in when I dive.
It does when I go too deep in search of life.
Deep words imprint on my mind, they scar.
Deep water drowns me in it,
Couldn't be found without a radar.
I think I'm not just yet ready to dive.
For,
deep water and words might scar me for life.
Raja Abdul Basit Jan 2018
In the quest of letting you go
far away .
Here I end up ,
having nothing
but you .
In the quest of abstaining self
from you .
Here I end up
absorbed to you .
In the quest of shunning love
so it would perish .
Here I end up
Being proponent of thy .
In the quest of this trek
called life .
Now ,  whenever ,  wherever ,
it shall expire .
It will be Queem to say that
it was suffice ...
Nuna Dec 2017
or second
or third
or ever



I lay in bed at night and think back to that fight that made you scream your lungs out at me for being a mixture of broken pieces glued together. I don't blame you


You hated that I needed assurance everytime you said you loved me but I couldn't help it because love had never been my closest friend,
it never acknowledged my existence long enough to stick around longer than the sunrise


You never understood why I declined hanging out with your friends I never understood either but my cousin from out of town called anxiety came to visit and I felt obligated to spend time with him
I never liked my cousins from out of town

You told me to start loving myself and that I couldn't ever love anyone if I didn't love myself the most, but
Loving you is taking all the love that I can't give myself and putting it to good use
Loving you makes me cancel plans with my cousin from out of town
You can hold my hand while I learn to love myself
You can kiss my cheeks while I heal
You can stick around longer than the sunrise
Inspired by other poems
Nuna Dec 2017
If it was up to me
I'd paint these walls the brightest with flowers and butterflies all over them
If it was up to me
I'd apologize for all the screaming
And fighting
And hate
And hurt
That has been going on between these  
Four walls
You'd think that
Four beating hearts would make a home, within these four walls
Care for, and love them
Feed them with love
But just like friends and lovers get tired of each other
These four walls
Got tired of not being put to their best use, a home
They have never heard the words I love you or I need you or even you look beautiful
In fact, they heard nothing but silence
If these four walls could speak
They'd cry midsentece
samantha Dec 2017
Not too long ago someone told me,
"The bravest soldiers I know are poets.
They have the courage to define their emotions,
sharing them with the world."
I believe this to be an eternal truth
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