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possibly Jul 2016
When the sky is dark
I'll hold you tight and whisper I love you.
When the world sleeps, we're alive;
the only two in the world.

When the sky is bright,
the sun arises and the world awakes,
you'll be gone,
and I will have lost my light.
Old poetry
Al Jul 2016
let's stay up, you and i,
and prattle about the
endless days between us,
about the days we'll have more.
should you wish me well through morning
and hold me with those flames of yours,
well, hmm
for now we'll waltz under moonlight
singing our melancholy song.
but come autumn, see, there
will be no more endless days
and no more staying up
and no more prattling
about the moon, cars, spaceships—
certainly no more time
and no more waiting
and no more waltzing with the stars.
there will be no more hesitating,
and those endless days may
watch us in envy, love, watch us
and weep with those bitter scars.
let's leave the uneasiness behind, love
Emily Termotto Jul 2016
Although our bodies recoil
From the grip of the soil
I'm too tired to hear you
Despite being near you

Though your face I will take
To the grip of the stake
Your hands tied too tight
In the heat of my flight

Please, please stop asking me
To decide what cannot be
Your bones like soft metal
Deserve harder battle

Though I cringe at the sight
Of your trembling might
You're much too weary
To see me so clearly

And stop trying to sweep
What's already too deep
We can't dig when our hands
Are still buried in sand
Christopher Lowe Jul 2016
Love isn’t a good morning text
Or some other slanted
Minuscule gesture
It is a presence looming
Craving to capture you
Envelope you in your entirety
But here we are waiting on a rose
Or a gift
A letter
Perhaps if that’s what love has become
Then I will hope I find something better
I don't remember writing this.  I just found it open on my desk top and when I read it I thought I actually wrote something good for the first time.
Kori Davis Jul 2016
Everything is about new beginnings
Today is a new beginning
So is tomorrow
Weights are lifted
Memories are softened
Fear no longer consumes me
Goodbye is not etched into my
bones
Only “Hello’s” and soft smiles
I’ll watch my life begin just
as fast as I’d thought it had ended
Life is no longer about waiting
Waiting for him to come back
Waiting for him to apologize
I am no longer waiting
He is not who I am
I am the breeze on a hot
summer day
I am the rain in the night that
lures one to sleep
I am not the negative things
people think about me
I am worth more
I am not damaged goods
Pain will vanish
Time will heal
The tire marks he left in my yard
will disappear
I will forget the color of his eyes
and the way his hands felt in mine
But, there are better things to hold onto
than the thought of a man that isn’t coming back.
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
always ends where it started
& starts right where it ended
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
you know when you go to someone's house and the only conditioner they have is two in one?
running into you felt like the polar opposite of that.
above us and within us was poetry in bloom
and hours later we found ourselves in my best friend's room
with our hair intertwined
because those who know both of us
thought you should be **mine.
Summer time comes and it's time for a swim,
Dipping my toe gingerly in
When your laugh yanks me off my solid ground.
"Stay in the shallow end," I tell myself, remembering our last trip to the pool.
"Dare not to breathe when he pulls you under,
tasting so much like air as he pulls you close,"
Treading water to stay afloat,
Remembering all that lay at your floor,
A Glimmering Treasure Trove
That will too easily become a home.
Surely, I'll get swimmer's heart,
An achey ringing,
In the center of my chest,
The antidote, found in the eyes of
One who could drain the pool
Without Notice.
Ana S Jun 2016
So this is a poem for all the people out there.
The people who used to live like they didn't care.
The ones scared to speak up.
The ones who always felt like they messed up.
To all of you who have a history.
It's that story.
The one that makes up you.
Yeah there are very few.
Few similar.
Many who have walked down the road you went down.
The road you ran to when you felt like nobody else was around.
There was always someone who saw your pain when you cried.
Someone who would have stayed up countless nights.
Someone who let go of themselves to make sure your alright.
So this poem is for all the recovering people.
The ones who feel like they were lost.
Hopeless even.
Relying on drugs, achohol, ***, and other outlets.
Personal my Ive found that you can't always have those to rely on.
Eventually they are gonna be the reason you refuse to carry on.
You are all so important.
You are all so different.
However you wound up where you are today,
Know there is important in your history.
Everything you've ever done has led up to someone.
I know friends who have gotten past everything that used to drown them. I'm so freaking proud of them.
Poem about recovery
Ceryn Jun 2016
I don't want to dance into the music before he grooves in harmony
I'm trying to keep my notes low before he realizes the perfect melody,
I try my hardest not to speak of rhymes before he makes up his poetry
I don't want to be the first to fall before he gives in to gravity.

I'm hiding the smiles he gave me, the sparks that fill my eyes
I'm keeping away the tingles, from your stares that totally entice,
I would not want to be the first to have my poor heart racing
I don't want to be the first to realize and slowly get the feeling.

I may have had a bad day, but you just turn it upside down
I may have frowned all day long, but you happen to be my clown
I may have hurt myself in the past, but you simply showed me how
To leave the painful mem'ries behind and finally cherish the 'now'.

For many times, I've been in scenes where the characters hurt me so
I have felt an endless rolling of tears from my eyes so long ago
And taking a chance and risking it again might sound a scary show
But though I don't want to be the first to fall, please don't let me go.

You helped me up, you brought life back, you kept me standing tall
Yes, I don't want to be the first to fall, but I'm not scared at all.
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