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low poetry Dec 2020
Full of doubts,
making the decision.
Ignoring taunts,
implement the vision.

Obviously,
civilisation is going to die.
Frequently,
ask yourself question - why?
2020
Hammad Nov 2020
In the constellation of Love
Doubts are like Black holes
They will consume the stars,
The Galaxies
that you had built
Together...
Janna Orpa Nov 2020
She always kept it in.
No matter how much was thrown in her way she took it in.
She carried a heavy burden on her tiny shoulders.
A burden that always anchored her down.
She cried in silence hoping no one would see her tears.
She didn’t want to trouble them with her wounds.  
She masked her wounds, waiting for them to heal.
The scars never fade.
She kept it in, she hid it well.
They failed to understand her pure heart.
Hammad Oct 2020
We all come across
a bridge
at some point
In our lives
When we find ourselves
at the end of the road,
on the egde of a cliff...
Not knowing that
The tides can be turned
if we take
a leap of faith
and trust Almighty..
In the world of evil amd doubts
- It's the faith
that splits the sea
and moves the mountains
When she looked
at her reflection
all she could do
was poke and ****
pick apart her
Beauty
she couldn't help
but stare
at the vast
imperfections
to her
the beauty was hidden
beneath a mask
of doubts
and anxiety
Jacob Lyons Sep 2020
I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it
I quite like this one
Maria Mitea Sep 2020
Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,
✨✨✨
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
The conversation
takes an crushy turn - so my
brain starts making quips.

My experience is
that my amorous impulses
are unreliable.

With my friends, my flawed,
carnivalesque attempts
at romance are legend.

Unless I'm starved
for embarrassment's grief
which I seldom am.

I will dodge, slither,
obfuscate and stall attempts
at intimacy.

What if I’m the
Kind of girl that guys can’t
just fall in love with?
romance - in the age of pandemic - can we restrict the field any more??
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