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Stinging you with her electric eyes
This is your turn to lose the prize
For you shall burn
For you shall never return
Your heart can not depart the roses, you lay a bed
Thorns shall ***** you but this is not your moment to cry
This is not your moment to scream why
For she is taking the steps you can not reach
Reach for your despair, scream this just isn't fair
But she shall not turn around
Bury yourself deep in the ground
For she is unleashing her round of the hounds
Paz 1d
I'm sorry I'm hard to deal with. I'm sorry I'm not a simple, normal, well-behaved girl. I just don't know how to live a balanced life like most people. When I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don't yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extreme is, when I love, I give them my all. But maybe that isn't such a good thing, because they always tend to leave. And they don't walk, they run. And you should see me with a broken heart. I don't grieve, I shatter.
erin 3d
she sat by the stake
scorched feathers fell to the ground
and her talons fell
about school.
Icy burn, an ache
both dull
and knife point.
Am I going
insane?

Cervical, thoracic,
lumbar, and sacral
tension, or
is it
elasticity?
Am I going
crazy?

Dark days, I try to run
away from myself,
just to sniff in circles,
distracted, burning
daylight.

Good days, I practice
all the basic moves
a mixture
of modern living
and disregard
made me forget.

Guess I'm pretty broken.
Isn't the concept of
properly aligned
posture fun?
By Arcassin Burnham

To be or not to be , the question is what
does the universe see in me?
Like what's to be enlightening about a
lonely boy from the worst part,
Coming from the south part but learns that there
is more to life than being pure of heart,
And even though the soul is corrupted,
And troubles follows,
The image subjected and tarnished in
Hallows,
Burning old buildings and building up new
ones , see this is the part where it all
falls down,
Everyone is against you even your family,
They don't want you around,
Dead in the ground,
One less person to worry about
And I'm like why can't we just talk it out?
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/to-be-or.html
I'm going insane
From what I do
My obsessions I hold
But I foster too.

Do I like it,
I guess i do
Because right now
I feel there’s nothing to lose.

Run me down
Because you might see me
In all the shades
I breathe and all colors
I admonish.

But I like it
I really do-
and I won’t
Be restrained
By you.
Day Oct 15
my lover
did not
hurt me

he
made me
oh, so wet

doused me
d r e n c h e d me
in kerosene

eyes flickered
as he
lit the match

quivered
in my
quirky way

and
found myself
A L I V E

my lover
did not
hurt me

when
he set me
on fire

i cry not
for
this beginning

but
this heart
is scared

s̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶s̶

flames
i n e v i t a b l y
burn out
bk Oct 14
I deal with sad times
Listening to sad music.
It helps burn the fire.
Let's it rage and gently
Lowers it back to normal.

b.k.
alone Oct 13
burn
don't think
just burn
light your soul
feel the pain
love the pain
let the warmth consume you

burn
burn everything
burn everyone
don't feel
just let the fire take over

burn
burn the pain
burn the walls that hold you
don't understand
just let your soul burn free
free of the cold that has tried to control you for so long now

burn
burn with me
if only it were this easy to feel how i'd like to feel
Jaxey Oct 13
i was a match
just waiting for someone
to light up my world
i never thought
you would leave me
to burn
Why did you light the match
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