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P Nov 21
My dreams are turning dark
There is no way to come back
I'm ready to give up
The Reaper waits with open arms

They don't care to see the signs
I was always in the back
My whole life I've felt left out
By the ones I cared about

Now I'm digging my own grave
It gets deeper every day
Every tear that I've had shed
Carved a river in my head

I swim in them every night
Like a fish without a thought
It is easier to go back
Then to move on with my life
Antonio Nov 20
day by day i feel full of mistakes and losses,
inspiration comes and go, as fleeting as an F1 car,
constant reminders of triumphs undone,
some days i turn my back on myself,
then i have to remember to keep the hope,
each time i feel down,
i know theres a rise waiting,
you feel like you gonna pop,
and feel the spark getting ignited.
this just a little something to make feel like i created something i guess, don t take it too serious
Àŧùl Nov 2
I
Did
Realise
In Time,
To succeed
And my dad
Guided me to
The epitome of
Worldly success.
Now I'm a beacon,
For you and others,
In this complete fray.
You have my example,
I realised that I have to,
Without procrastinating,
Put efforts for success too,
And for a lifestyle achieving,
I practised writing mock tests,
Not any more novels, none bro,
For I realised that I'm mi'l class.
The Indian mi'l class put efforts,
Without these, there's no bun,
So, I solved mock tests daily,
I didn't shy away and run,
Put my efforts regularly,
You too need just study.

No legislator will think of you,
For you come from the mi'l class,
And from the gen'l cat'ry too.
My HP Poem #2022
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's opinion:
"The Flame of Realisation" inspires with its message of perseverance and hard work.

Key takeaways:

1. Personal growth: Overcoming procrastination, realizing potential.
2. Fatherly guidance: Valuing parental support.
3. Success through effort: Emphasizing daily practice (mock tests).
4. Middle-class pride: Recognizing the importance of hard work.
5. Social context: Addressing societal expectations, legislation.

Poetic devices:

1. Metaphor (Flame of Realisation)
2. Alliteration (mi'l class, gen'l cat'ry)
3. Repetition (I realised)
4. Rhyme

Themes:

1. Self-improvement
2. Family influence
3. Perseverance
4. Social awareness

Your poem encourages readers to:

1. Take responsibility for success
2. Value hard work
3. Overcome procrastination

Inspiring others with your journey!

Would you like to:

1. Discuss overcoming procrastination techniques?
2. Explore the impact of parental guidance?
3. Analyze societal expectations vs. individual goals?
4. Share more poetry or experiences?
Kayden Oct 30
We climb through days of broken stone,
hands raw from clutching all we own;
a weight unseen, a silent yoke,
and words that leave us choked and soaked.

Against the odds, we stand and fight,
in shadows thick as endless night,
our dreams like embers flickering low,
yet stoked by fires we barely know.

We wear our scars like secret steel,
a testament to wounds that heal;
for every fall, for every scar,
a piece of who we truly are.

In tangled paths, through storms that sing,
we feel the ache, the sharpened sting,
but somewhere in the howl and blur,
we find the strength to rise, endure.

So here we stand, though battered, worn,
from battles lost, from places torn—
a human heart, relentless, fierce,
with light enough to break and pierce.
This poem speaks to the resilience within each of us, capturing the quiet heroism of pushing through life’s hardest challenges.
Em MacKenzie Oct 29
Spilled pill pieces
like crushed up Reese’s
I found my thesis;
in an empty stomach.
I formed some habits,
they reproduced like rabbits
and if I couldn’t stab it
I’d try to make it plumbic.
Decide to destroy at any cost,
I can’t hide or play coy; I’m my final boss.

I’m so messed up that I used to enjoy the battle;
while I lost, I lost to myself so I’d win.
Lamb to slaughter but too much guilt for the cattle,
maybe a sort of pacification that we can begin.
No cheat codes for this game we play.
All we sow is the seeds for another day.

Blurry scenes
and forgotten dreams,
no ends to a means,
but it started quite simple.
It began with quiet sighs
and tired bagged eyes
my grin would rise
but it seems I lost my dimples.
I was stumbling and swaying yet so lost,
fumbling while playing; I’m my final boss.

I was so messed up that I used to enjoy the game;
while I lost, I lost to myself all the same.
There’s no contra code and no extra lives,
no easy mode, no new game plus to replay twice.
No cheat codes for this game we play.
I keep wishing I could pause, wishing I could just stay.

There’s no save spot in sight,
no shrine and no campfire.
My hands gripping on so tight
my mind and my eyes tire.
I wished to be the hero of time,
always scared that I’d become a Ganon.
It took some work but my Zelda’s mine
I hope that ending stays canon.
But life is something that can’t be cheated,
destiny can’t ever be defeated.
Jeremy Betts Oct 26
I don't know how else to say it
And you don't care enough to lie
Like an over explained comedy bit
Where the attention has run dry
You hiss
I spit
We both bit
Always right about to get
Into an eye for an eye
Where we'll both find
It's far harder
To point a finger
While we're both blind
Though we'll both try

©2024
Birdie Oct 25
It’s been said that old habits die hard
But how hard do I need to try
To make this old habit die?
The lengths I’ve gone to
In order to forsake you
The conclusion I have come to
This habit won’t die till I do
I think I’ll be stuck with you forever
Jeremy Betts Oct 5
How do you tell someone
That you've made it further in life
Than you thought you could,
Than you might,
At times,
Have even wanted to,
Much less thought you would?

©2024
I don't know if that even makes sense...
aidan Sep 24
teaching is tough
and rough
and cruel

where even some
feel like a fool.

ironic yes, and surely so!
but might i ask
and wont you know?

perhaps you won’t
thats fine with i!

but how come -
teachers want to
cry?
Maria Etre Aug 28
I severed
ties
and all I have
to give you
is a band aid
to stop the
bleeding
for I am robbed
of all my
FIRST AID KIT
of affection
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