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Yashika Mar 22
In the Depths of My Heart, You Reside

In the depths of my heart, you reside,
I wish to be with you, leaving everything aside.
I cry for you, don’t know why,
Maybe the reason is simple — you are mine.

I wonder if you miss me too,
The way I ache, the way I do.
You're in my dreams, my sleepless nights,
A silent shadow beneath the lights.

I want you to feel my breath, my pain,
Know my love isn’t just in vain.
You're in my prayers, in every plea,
Even when the world can't see.

I live with him, but my soul stays true,
Every beat whispers — it belongs to you.
I hate your ignorance, but I understand,
There's a reason you hold back your hand.

But a day will come, and I’ll be strong,
You’ll confirm what’s felt all along.
You'll say the words, and I’ll become —
The one you love, the one you come.

— For the love that waits
Zywa Mar 18
He asks if I can

cry nicely, the comforting --


will be better then.
Novel "Schimmenrijk" ("Realm of shades", 1999, Rosita Steenbeek), chapter 11

Collection "Em Brace"
The long nights
We spent together
Cradled
In each other's arms

A laugh we shared
We could only wish
That summer
Would never end

I had known from the start
I loved you
We watched the sunset
Together

The sand in your hair
The smile on your face
My worries faded
With each word you spoke

But I saw the way you looked at her
When you thought I wasn't around
When I saw the sparkle in your eyes
That's when I began to cry

Do you not love me
My dear
I always thought you were the one
Who would settle all my fears

So now I wonder
Will we ever stay the same
Will you remember me
When summer ends again
Won first place in a writing contest, the theme was summer.
It's really old, but I really like how I did the last two lines
The morning after I end it all,
Everything will be so peaceful, so calm.
Sun rays will hit the Earth like they never did,
No more boys calling me mid.

The morning after I end it all,
It will be nothing but love.
Spreading my wings as I reach the sky,
It will be an infinity of peaceful life.
Maybe not this one, but next one,
Because peace, I got none.
Gideon Mar 8
I think this time I’m crying,
Not for the many people I have lost,
but for those I have never had to begin with.
My mother is somehow on both lists,
though I’m sure she doesn’t think so.
My father’s name sits next to hers on the list,
As he always sits next to her. By her side,
And on her side every time, every day.
My grandmother was on the first list
until the day she revealed her soul to me.
Her heart had wrinkles and scars more
gruesome than her youthful smile could hide.

I think this time I’m crying,
Not for the mistakes I’ve made,
But for the memories I didn’t.
My childhood sits at the top of the list,
A foggy blur of grey and white.
My mother’s genuine smile is beside it,
A beautiful sight I think I’ll never see.
My birthdays are each lined up neatly,
Each one a day set aside just for me.
The last thing on the list is scratched out.
Someone I swear I knew once, but don’t
Remember even the song of their name.
Yourshadow Mar 2
Why does time fly?  
Why can’t it stay?  
I wished it would hurry,  
Now I beg it to wait.  

I counted the days,  
I longed for this flight,  
But now that it’s here,  
Something’s not right.  

I walk like I’m certain,  
Like I know where to go,  
Yet deep in my chest,  
I still don’t quite know.  

Did you feel this too?  
Were you just as afraid?  
Did you stand at the edge,  
Wishing time could delay?  

I take one more breath,  
And let go of the past,  
Time won’t stop for me
But I can make this moment last.
I don’t want tomorrow to come
Nana Firdausi Feb 26
Do your tears always win?

Yes, does everyone fall to their knees
The second you crack up to cry?
Do all those who hurt you
Come back around to apologize?
Do they tell you it feels like tearing out their hearts
To watch those tears,
Those liquids that can never be solidified,
Run down your cheeks?

Would they do anything to make you smile?
Because they don’t, not for me.
Nobody ever does.

They never realize how wrong they’ve been,
Never run back to me with apologies.
They never sincerely wish to see me stop hurting,
Never want to wipe my tears away.

They don’t, not for me.

I asked a friend why,
And she said it’s because I never look hurt.
I never show how deeply I feel.
Even when I speak up,
I don’t look like a victim.
I always seem so powerful, so comfortable with words and neglect,
They don’t know they’ve hurt me.

Can nobody acknowledge their mistakes?
Unless guilt-tripped?
Should they not know when they’ve wronged me?
Should they not feel an insatiable urge to make me smile?
But they don’t.

And it’s all because I don’t cry.
There are no tears for them to wipe,
No slumped shoulders or quivering lips.
So I have to cry, a river, I’d let it flow,
Because then, maybe, my tears would always win.
Who do you know who's tears always win?
Mina Feb 24
Pretty birds in a cage
Little birds in a rage
Red, yellow, green and blue
All bonded like a glue
They try, cry and weep
They fly and forget the creep
Young friends of Earth
Flightless friends from birth
Wish they were never born
Until they eat sweet corn
I don't remember the original poem but I tried to write something out of a stanza
Imran Ahmed Feb 21
By Imran Ahmed





They Were Bound By Fate Before They Knew Words

Two Silent Hearts Like Caged-Up Birds



Eyes Would Meet Yet Lips Stayed Still

Love Unspoken But Felt With Will



He A Dreamer Lost In Pages

She A Beauty Bright For Ages



He Built His World To Make Her Proud

She Was The Sun Behind His Cloud



But Seasons Changed Her Heart Grew Cold

She Left Behind The Dreams He Told



Bloomed In Beauty Sought The Stars

Left His Love With Unseen Scars



She Walked Away In Silk And Gold

Chose A Story Wealth Foretold



He Stayed Behind With Books Undone

A Love-Lost Shadow Facing None



In His Room Where Echoes Sighed

He Smiled By Day By Night He Cried



His Beard Grew Long His Eyes Grew Dim

The World Was Lost It Was Not Him



She Flew Across The Endless Seas

With Whispered Vows On Foreign Breeze



He Sat Alone In Love’s Old Chains

Drowning Deep In Silent Pains



And When She Came The Years Had Passed

But Love Had Held His First His Last



He Met Her Gaze Through Hollow Sight

A Shattered Soul A Fading Light



A Broken Smile A Whispered Breath

Then Love Collapsed Beneath His Death



She Screamed She Wept The Sky Turned Pale

A Final Cry A Love’s Lost Tale



Beside His Body Her Sorrow Laid

Her Hand In His Her Heartbeat Swayed.
J Wendell Coplin Dec 2024
Do I suffer?
Everything I do, I do wrong.
I can’t even get help.
I want to manifest my pain—
to bleed into your vision,
to force you to see me.

I hate that I’m an inconvenience.
I hate that I could be a problem.
I hate that I cause offense.
But please, please see me.

I need to be loud.
I need to be heard.
I need to be seen.
Please—
just see me.

I’m sorry to ruin your day.
I’m hurting too.
****.
I hate myself.
I might do it.
I might finally show you.

My last laugh:
the silence shatters.
I will finally be remembered.
You can’t ignore this.
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