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Justination Oct 2024
In a quiet town where the rivers run deep
Underneath the willow where secrets do keep
Two hearts found each other, one summer's sweet bloom
There, in the shadows, love danced through the gloom

Her laughter like sunlight, his smile warm as June
They'd trace stars together by the soft light of the moon
Whispers like petals, the world spun away
Each stolen moment, a promise to stay

They'd carve their initials in old oak trees
And dream of forever as easy as breeze
In their cocoon of innocence, they painted the skies
With colors of hope and the bright shining lies

But seasons, they change; summer fades into fall
Leaves turn brittle and shadows grow tall
She felt a cold distance, a chill in his gaze
A heart once so open, now lost in a maze

He spoke with his silence, not knowing why
Words caught in the throat as time slipped by
The laughter grew fainter; the touch lost its spark
In the glow of their fire, his fingers grew dark

One faithful evening, beneath that old tree
With trembling hands, he set her heart free
"I wish you the stars but the ground holds me tight,
My heart wants to wander; I must take my flight."

Tears fell like raindrops, a storm without end
The girl stood there broken, no longer a friend
The echoes of laughter now drowned in the night
And shadows dance cruelly, stealing the light

In time she would heal as all heartaches will fade
Yet the memory lingered, etched deep in the shade
Her first love a compass through sorrow and grace
A bittersweet lesson, time couldn't erase

Years passed like whispers but she'd never forget
The love of her youth and the weight of regret
When spring finally beckoned with blossoms anew
She smiled at the past as the heart learns to bloom

For life is a river that twists and it turns
Through joy and through heartache, the spirit still learns
She carried him with her, a piece of her soul
First love and first heartbreak both made her whole
David Hilburn Oct 2024
Spoken first, particular last
With a mightier introduction, ahead
Since sincerity, since seclusion, so fast...
Has the voice of a beautiful angel, awoken to lead...

Meetings of the mind
Continue in the voice, meager times
Hope and surmisal, can be so kind...
Letting a lost promise, become strength's trying...

Survival's prophecy, of the fittest
Where in, stirs of shared conscience
Is the can't, the cope of truth, a senses test...
Adage over communed liberty, overtly presence...

A tale of two liberty's
Shown a calling, a creed to instinct, due
Know a keep, beyond which is civility...
Ready an eye, of comprehension is anarchy's you...

Salt to salt, spice to spice
Where, out to dance among intuition's stars
Has the new voice, of now in love twice...
The rue of simplicity, the risk of summation, by far...
collect a stirring few to your breast and an identity's blessing will come...
Emery Feine Oct 2024
The Forgotten Child always tries
The Forgotten Child never cries
The Forgotten Child will never fly
The Forgotten Child will never know why

Their name, no one will remember
Their future, not even an ember
Their wealth, all will be sold in
Their popularity, all given to The Golden

The Golden Child never tries
But The Golden Child always cries
The Golden Child will always fly
But The Forgotten Child will never know why

Their love, everyone wants them
Their friends, everyone wants some
They keep, everything they've ever gotten
Their future, better than The Forgotten

The Forgotten Child will always do more
Yet they'll never be first
What are they even good for?
They'll always be the worst.
this is my 112th poem, written on 7/16/24
Malia Oct 2024
i was messy crying but you
took me into your arms and
told me that you loved me
and that i would be okay.
i am far too scared to let you see
my tears, most of the time,
but sometimes they break free
and i color blue outside my lines.
i thought, somehow, you would leave
me to my tears, alone, but you
did not, and picked me up, brushed off
the dirt, and let the dam break.
it is not always like this, but today
you keep me safe.
the inside of my mind was as harsh
as any bleach, corrosive, acid,
so harsh it needed a warning sign,
so harsh that i could hardly survive,
but now it is quiet and warm and suddenly
i can breathe again when i thought that
the oxygen had run out.
CS Modei Oct 2024
Cry
Cry
Cry
Cry
See if I care.
I’m so numb now
All I can do is stare.
Stare at your face,
Cold and upset.
Why so upset?
Why
Why
Why
I don't exactly know where this poem came from, I just started typing and this is what came out.
Bardo Mar 5
Back in the bad old days of my youth
When I found myself isolated and alone, unemployed... friendless
Had nothing to look forward to
And a body full of pains
I was sitting out in a back shed one day... despairing
How had things come to this I asked myself
And what could I do?
My life had really gone off the rails...
Now I had these two young pet cats 😺
They were my best friends and confidantes
While I'm sitting there... busy despairing
One of the cats comes in and jumps up onto my thigh and quietly just crouches down there
And closes his eyes
It's like he's saying "I'm with you in whatever you're going through, you're very important to me"
It interrupts all my despairing, I smile and think it's rather cute
And then... then the other cat appears, he comes in and he does the exact same thing
He jumps up onto my other thigh and crouches down there and closes his eyes
It's like they were saying "You belong to us, you're our best friend, we don't like to see you unhappy, we're here for you, we're with you in this"
I had to smile, even laugh to myself
I thought it was like God was sending me these animals to cheer me up
To tell me not to give up
That there was still hope in this world/ this life.

The two cats were tomcats
When one of them grew older he went wandering looking for a female probably (wasn't neutered)
He got killed on the road, knocked down
The other developed some kind of mange and would go around crying
In those days people were poor, they didn't spend money on animals
My Dad eventually got sick looking at him and hearing him cry
He threw him in a bag one day and doused him with water
Put some sticks and stones in it and threw him in the ditch (it was cold Winter time)
For the next couple of days and nights you could hear the poor animal crying
Until at last, there was silence
(It was like that scene from the Silence of the Lambs movie
When the young FBI agent recalls her childhood memory of hearing the screams of the lambs).

They were there for me but me, I wasn't there for them.
True story from the 1980's.  A sequel to the 'End of Innocence' poem.
Nick Moore Sep 2024
As the years go by
I let myself cry,  
A secret,
Now not

The taboo still holds
How many?
Alone in a room,
Let the tears flow

In my lifetime
After the age of ten,
Only three
Have witnessed,
This
Phenomenon



Songs, Boys don't cry by the Cure. Samaritans  by The Idols
Man up, sit down
Chin up, pipe down
Socks up, don't cry
Drink up, just lie
"Grow some *****," he said
"Grow some *****"

Man up, sit down
Chin up, pipe down
Socks up, don't cry
Drink up, don't whine
"Grow some *****," he said
"Grow some *****"

The mask
Of masculinity
Is a mask
A mask that's wearing me
The mask, the mask, the mask

I'm a real boy
Boy, and I cry
I like myself
And I want to try
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father cry
This is why you never see your father
Makenna Sep 2024
Salt filled orbs, refusing to fall.
Locked behind a dam, they silently call.
For release, for freedom, for sweet escape.
But they are held captive, in an unbreakable shape.

A hurting heart, a broken Soul
Feelings too deep, to ever be told.
Eyes that deceive, a smile that hides.
The pain that is within, forever resides.

The tears that don't fall, leave an endless ache.
A burning sensation, that no one can shake.
They swim in our eyes, but refuse to spill.
As we hold them back, against our will.
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QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
And I cried oceans
And I stood in your emotions
I think halfway through
I lost the notion;

Of what love is
As I felt the breeze
Of cold air and tulips
I paced through your mist.

And you're so empty
Don't love me gently
Leave me behind
Assume I'm blind.

Perfect doesn't exist,
I clenched my fist.
Prayed for God's call,
I know if I fall,
I gave it my all.
Beans Sep 2024
I laugh all the time
Because if I stop laughing
I’ll cry
it's not very long. but neither is laughter.
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