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Eric 6d
It's been a long time my friend , as we meet here again.  Reading passages of support and realization again . The dark times were planned , but never believed the wonders within. Ezekiel chapter 7 verse 5 . As the end is near I'll provide you with a safe place my child.  As a unique disaster is apon us.  Something we hold dear as the world around us changes . But a light shall be given in those moments . To give us peace apon our next journey. As these few years we have left , I'll give you love , passion , connection.  Everything you need to make those last moments feel well learned . As the next journey is a new challenge and environment.  Marriage of the souls is the only way to achieve eachothers company in another time . Life persists .Words are of evil . Conscientiousness is of another world .
Nick May 28
Ever noticed someone's cry,
like the prison it holds,
Where is the unknown present?

You chose to support them,
making them comfortable with the inmost of thy heart,
as a reflection of thy deepest feelings,
to heal those with similar struggles,
Improving their mental health.

These profound mysteries of the unknown are waiting to be unraveled,
But they don't express themselves.

So you offer a hug,
curing their darkness,
resembling a sense of belongingness,
Knowing they'll be loved no matter what they go through,
Even if they're incapable of seeing it.

You're forever loved,
Like the heavens that lie beyond our existence of infinity.
This poem expresses my genuine care for people from the depths of my heart.
Nick May 28
I wish to adore you forever,
like a never-ending tale,
investing emotionally with each other,
being ingenious and avowing,
creating a stronger bond,
making you feel celestial and truly loved,
never fading away from each other,
like there’s no last resort,
until we pass away,
wishing for the same.

But this yearning is unfulfilled,
leaving me in consternation from the struggles I battle,
philosophizing, if this desire can become true,
handling being constantly misunderstood and bullied,
like a train coming to a dead end,
Praying for my deepest dreams to become a reality,
like a man who knows happiness exists in some form or another, even if it seems invisible to our own eyes.
This poem is about one of my deepest desires in life, with the challenges I battle.
silvervi May 25
Be encouraged by the challenges you face. It is a huge growth potential right there!
Challenges are here to show us what we're capable of! 💪
Jeremy Betts May 24
Always trying to stop the next fight
Never in sight, a hopeless plight
I will forever try will power over might
Just to keep the darkness in the light
A familiar stint so I attempt to end it
A thought historically dependent
On a shrinking love remnant
Gone while I pretend it
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
I scream
You scream
No ice cream
Just fighting
A violent theme
A borderline crime scene
Upstream
From the dream

I settle down
But have found
My last breath comes
Right before I drown
Feeling bound
To shifting ground
My pleas make
Not a single sound
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Who are you and who am I?
How'd we find answers in a lie?
Truth or dare or live or die
Six feet under there's no blue sky
I ask why to no avail
Your bull shiit's what flips the veil
How is it that you still prevail?
With the decision to up and bail
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
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Go
Just fuucking go
How many red flags are you going to show?
I'd rather not know
Why push friend to foe?
I get it, love didn't conquer all
Love birds in flight can indeed fall
Never though did I expect a wall
Or for you to skip the voodoo doll
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©2025
silvervi May 7
It’s not happening as you expected? So what? How do you know that what you wanted to happen was for the best?
Embrace the challenges. Embrace the unexpected. That way, you’re unstoppable.
I know it's hard sometimes. But we can grow so much! 💓
Pagan Paul May 2
Darkness, darkness, lonely as the grave
Darkness, darkness, teach me to be brave
As shadows fall across the trees
and inky shade stills stormy seas
Darkness, darkness, teach me to be brave.

Darkness, darkness, lonely as the night
Darkness, darkness, take me from the light
Clothe me in the velvet soft black
and weave me a cloak to take me back
Darkness, darkness take me from the light.

Darkness, darkness, lonely as the moon
Darkness, darkness, sing me a soft tune
Hold my hand and lead me away
hide me from the sun of the day
Darkness, darkness, sing me a soft tune.

Chorus:
Gently, hold me, unto the end.
Darkness, darkness. Approach my friend.
Gently, hold me, unto the end.
Darkness, darkness. Approach my friend.
Joss Lennox Apr 14
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,  
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.  
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge Poetry Prompt for April 13, 2025
"Full __" fill in the "blank". I chose to write about the first time meeting my husband, those first moments and looks. How they turned into vows and long lasting commitment to each other through various hardships.
Anais Vionet Mar 26
E - Everyone
T - That
H - Has
E - Eggs
R - Really
E - Expended
A - A
L - Lot
.
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A song for this:
bad idea! by girl in red [E]
Mrs.Timetable challenge

I think this is an acrostic firefly poem.
I wasn’t sure EGGzactly what to write, my mind seemed soft scrambled.
I was hoping to poach an idea, but it turned out the yoke was on me.
kind hands Mar 17
the fear
that binds the wall
that hides the truth
is non logical
but rational

divides the self
and keeps me aloof

must be named
but not shamed
to make me whole

it serves a use
that has no use

fear is the function
of the wound
the causation of confusion
and its taken root
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