Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
TS Oct 2
I would have defended you till my last breath.
But you drowned me in your sorrow and your fighting words.




-t.s.
Alina Dec 2020
And she lay, draped across her bed letting her own chaos engulf her till she had drowned in it all.

A.C.
Ibekwe ifeanyi c Oct 2020
He tried to breathe but couldn't
He gasped
He called for help from peers
They laughed
They called him a joker inert
He cried
If only they knew his plight
They don't
He sinking with struggle
paralyzed
He dropped to the deepest deep
Inundated
Unseen when it's time to depart
Alarmed
Maybe he've gone to another side
They bluffed
The search is over he's yet unfound
They dived
To the deep in search of him
Unfound
More crowd commenced the search
Announced
For hours they were without a lead
Confused
Then a diver saw a figure floating freely beneath the deep
He drowned
They came afloat but still he lay
He died
This is an ode to my little brother who drowned
John McCafferty Aug 2020
Feeling unkempt from shortness of breath
Brain functions less as cloud covers ahead
Given a rest when energy spent
Lungs are suppressed
No control in the chest
Closeness too dense
Muffled words left to float in the air
Stifled and drowned
Faint from the crown
Blood pressure down
Warmth idling for me not to care
Few beads of sweat, heat heavy and wet
Recovery yet but soon on the mend
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Anya Jan 2020
And who
are you
to wonder why
The seas and suns
may never die
And who
are you
to ask and beg
To want and pry
upon one leg
And who
are you
to love the sick
The weak and meek
who all die quick
And who
are you
to see the world
The bane you cried
and rock you hurled
And who
are you
to mend what broke
With hands of bone
and grey torn cloak
And who
are you
to take my life
My love, my praise,
my distanced strife
And who
are you
to heed cold breath
To leave your form
with name of Death
You
are soon
to greet me there
Beneath the walk
of Davy’s lair
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
No one can save

The one
Drowned
Within
The thoughts
Genre: Micro Verse
Theme: Thinking Mind
Author's Note: Save me from myself
SophiaAtlas Nov 2019
Violets are blue,
Like the water I fell in
Now it's getting hard to breathe
Where I dwell
So be my gamer girl
And i'll be your gamer boy.
Next page