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Ali Hilout Apr 2020
Positivity is a shining light,
Like chaperone to accompany you,
Through the gloomy alley.
Thus, when life overcast its murky clouds,
And make your alley sunless,
May your light still enlighten your path.
Dez Mar 2020
Where is my comfort? Where is my ease? I am hopeless, or so it seems. I face many a trial and bitter deed, yet no one comes in search for me. It is hard to go on through all these seas, where is my King to him shall I plea! I do not see him standing next to me? All the while, the others do make a mockery. Can anyone come to help me? Can anyone see that I am just a human in misery? I get broken, I get hurt, yet no one comes to help; instead, they say eat dirt. And I am left alone to speak to myself and mutter, sputter, and stutter over poems that no one could ever utter for they do not know them. Cause they could not read them. Cause I did not write to them. Now see where this has lead me? Writing all this poetry, it will be the end of me, for I love to write then read all these sentences that plead for different things from you and from me. Some for courage others for love and how I know not what the day is made of. And this poem, my dear friend, is about the dark mood with which I now doubt will last much longer since life is now fading from the scene.
Tiana Mar 2020
I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'
when you're so tired and the weather is also gloomy
Abdullah Ayyash Jan 2020
To optimists, cheerful and hopeful men
The rain will wipe down all sand castles
The mellow fields,
         where I grow my dreams
Die slowly under my autumn trees
Blue skies get darker with every sin
The ocean gets utterly mad,
          when carrying nothing but desperate men
And the faces I once loved are getting dull
I don't need a hand as I can't reach
I don't need a lighthouse as I lost my sight
I don't need a day as I can't surpass the night
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
January 14th, 2020
Nilia Loh Dec 2019
"Why does it wish to come inside?"
Such stubborn rain not seeing why.
"Clearly a window is in its way."
So why does it wish to come inside?

Pitter patter, doesn't hear me.
Chit chat, continued talking.
Tick tock, time is passing.
Whish whoosh, cars are driving.
Splish splash, kids are playing.

"So why are you trying to come in?"
Confused, not seeing the point.
"Clearly, it won't be worthwhile."
So why does it wish to come inside?

Click swish, the windows swung open.
Pitter patter, the rain ran in.
Tick tock, the sound of the clock.
Silence silence, there's no other sounds.

Pitter patter, the rain continues
Hand held out to hold them tight
Tick tock, splish splash
"Now I know why you come inside."
I wrote this during a rainy day and after finishing it, I realised it could metaphorically apply to a friend in my life whom never gave up in getting to me in my darkest times :) Enjoy!
You made that child
You really need to be there
Step up to the plate
And show that you care
Nothing but pure negligence
Is shown on your part
The nonchalant demeanor
Has sadly appeared right from the start
Ominous Nov 2019
for a thalassophobic like me
drowning never sounded so good
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