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Mercury Chap Feb 2017
Dear poetry,
You are still here aren't you
Why haven't you left me?
When I only ever wrote you gloomy,
Only so I feel better expressing myself to anyone who reads it
And discards it in their short term memory, left abandoned to be forgotten,
Why haven't you left me?
You're only there to display my grieves to those
Who look at you one second and look at someone else the other
Why haven't you left me?
When I rant on you, play with words on your belly to make an impact and point to the world
That my world isn't a happy place, that I am the biggest fault in my world
And you are the support which obscures all my faults
As they only see the calligraphy of words and mosaics I make out of you. They all seek beauty and heart touching sentences out of you and pluck them out like with their silly fingers and adore them. Cause why does anyone want to know about gloom? There is plenty in their world I bet.
While you over there materialise yourself for me and only me, open yourself to any other person who passes by and close down when they are done plucking out your beauty.
Why oh why, after all this are you with me?
Maybe because I have tied you to me
Maybe because I don't want you to leave.
Linda Terman Jan 2017
Morning is pale
white
The sun shines
yellow
Ocean as mirror
blue
Warm is earth
brown
The sky high
rainbow
Love so deep
red
Twilight gloom
gray
The hope bright
green
The horizon empty glowing
orange
The night loneliness deep
black


kirkeuglen
Linda T
Ami Shae Jan 2017
the hour is late and upon the wall
i see words written in some
other worldly scrawl
and a part of me knows
I should probably be afraid
yet the only fear I have
is being swayed
to the side of the darkened gloom
that seems to penetrate
every corner of my room
and though I know
the morning will bring the light
it doesn't help me
while I'm here
in this blackened night--
peering at the writing on the wall
which is etched
in some other worldly scrawl
and finally I am able to decipher
and clearly read what is written there:
*"Those who sleep here
must become aware
that when the night grows dim
and light shines through--
there will be death and horror
lying in wait for you."
Have you ever dreamed that you were awake having a nightmare? That's where this came from...I thought I was awake and saw that message on my wall, but I woke up and it wasn't there...so I guess it was just a nightmare...
Ami Shae Jan 2017
MIA
Missing in Action--
that would be me--
I hide out in my dark room
sometimes afraid
to leave the gloom
but when I finally
find my way back here
I always find writes
that seem so perfect and dear
and I wonder why
it takes me so long
to come back here to read
when so oftentimes
that I do--
it sparks the hidden need
I feel for connection
for all you amazing poets here
thank you, dear poets
for helping me to clear
a path to a new and improved me
I hope I'll be here more often
and that you all
will be happy, safe, healthy and free...
I hesitate to confess that sometimes I am afraid to write. What if the huge pain and fear that lives inside me comes pouring out? But when I read the writes here, I see such beauty and talent and just wanted to let you all know I truly appreciate each of you.
She looked and looked at the storm-black sky
And couldn't visualize it blue.
But still somewhere down deep within her
She knew the sun would shine again.
                                  
These are the words I live by.
Qomara Hasby Dec 2016
There was a girl standing quietly; waiting
Patiently while it was heavily raining.
Nobody knew that she was hiding a grin,
But everybody knew she had pale skin.

Behind those sleeves was a knife
So sharp; it could take a life.
Nobody knew it was once covered in blood
Which flowed swiftly like a flood.

People might ask, "What was she waiting for?"
She looked at her watch and found out it was four
O'clock in the morning; then she decided
To walk under the sky that collided.

She didn't even stop to wonder
Whom she was going to ******.
Mercury Chap Dec 2016
Have you ever felt
The world slip away from your fingers
Your hopes, worries and anxiety
All crush you beneath a mammoth of fears
That no matter how much you struggle
It'll push further till you bleed
How much you try standing up
It'll splinter the strength in your marrow
Bit by bit
You Crumble and fret
And all of a sudden
You stop struggling.

Have you ever felt
Like giving up to it
Just embrace the slumber
Sooner than planned
And close your eyes
Forever?

I have. I do. I will. Until it all ends...
Riley Smith Dec 2016
Blatant faces of surround my shell and I find myself in wonder.  Do those around me veritably exist? A spectacle washing itself away in an instant, water color curling outwards in wisps of blue, meeting a pale white end.
Rain hitting the sickening exterior of your body, a world full of filth becoming clean from your eyes like the satiny skin concealing your bones through the running of each drop.
An image created by your own insanity, wrapped up within your cranium.
Your shredded soul seeping through your pores, leaking into the empty space around you, a making up of so much revulsion, such a gloomy destination to arrive.
A figment of imagination.
You are my everything, yet nothing at all.
A free verse poem written within a moment of disconnect.
Alan S Bailey Nov 2016
I don't recall how long exactly it's been
Since I've seen your playful, boyish eyes.
The nonsense in me says to play it cool,
But I know I'm just a lie that only dreams it flies.
This is how love goes when the lights turn on,
But no one is or ever shall be home.
I'd rather be in hell dining on hot firey coals,
Then know how it feels to be this sort of alone.
To me you were precious sunshine that fell from above,
But never did that sunshine share with me love,
Instead I wound up in a world of pain,
I can never be whole, never one nor the same.
You still exist, yet the carrot before the donkey's nose no more,
For now, forever, I do not know when, but that's why I'll
Always be so forlorn.

This my darkest hour, whether by pain or pleasure,
I can never forget my feelings for you,
Try as I might, run for now and forever,
You will always be there somewhere in my gloom.
How is this possible? That one person can hold me
So close from so far, that I imagine their arms around me
Even with this my dwindling flame in the dark?

*...till it's no longer burning, going out, just a spark...
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