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Faeza Kazim Feb 2015
When sorrows sorround you,
When things depress you,
When you are unable to express your emotions,
When you are forced to supress your passion,
When you keep failing everytime,
When you can't fight the hardships of life,
When you start hating everything,
When you end up thinking suicidal things,
Those moments when you feel helpless,
And you begin to act way too careless,
Then comes the time to fight,
Hold your breath tight,
Bring that smile on your lips,
Not for me,not for you,but for those who care about you.
Never give up.
Irish Feb 2015
these songs i listen to
i want to listen with you
the words they sing
are the music
that my heart wants you to hear

these songs we can dance to
together with the melodies
step by step we will go towards infinity
these are the tunes
that my heart wants you to hear

these songs we will write
with moments and memories that we created
filled with hopes and dreams kept for our tomorrows
i hope you notice that these songs are for you
for these are the cries
that my heart wants you to hear
Makenzie Marie Feb 2015
My heart beats fast
At the thought of it all.
The simple image
that I just might have a chance
to fall
(for you...).
That I might have the option
to tak the plunge
Into the deep..
But I can't sleep
There's too much tension
so much
I do not know...
Will my plunge end
with a painful blow
when I land
Or with some beautiful
and invigorating grace?
Will I have to save face
for everyone's sake?
Or will I ever land at all?
Will I be forever suspended in freefall?

If I let go
And fall
I pray that you
willl calm
my rushing heart
With your warm arms.
After all this time apart
Is there enough still to plunge into?
Hannah Beth Feb 2015
So many young bodies aching to wander
From here
To yonder
In circles no more

And I wish for packed bags
Closed doors
Shut behind me

Like me
I am sure you long for this with a passion just as bright

I give you no blame -
Escape is sweet.
****, is it sweet

Far too sickly to feel true
To be real as fabric that can be felt twixt *******
Like something only grasped at
Up high in the blue

So I'll fly there if I have to
I will, I will, I will -
LN Feb 2015
I wish for others the best
in love and in life
but when I hope for them
I can't help but taste the bitterness
on my hypocritical tongue
because I would wish you the best
if only you were still here.
Mohammad Skati Jan 2015
I am that hope that will come through                                                                            My poems to all who are eager to love                                                                          My words that contain pretty hopes ..                                                                              Tomorrow will be coming astonishingly                                                                          To all those who are looking for hopes ...                                                                           Within pretty and wonderful words                                                                                  Hopes emerge to be our pretty ways ...                                                                              We never stop looking for those missing                                                                           Hopes anytime,anywhere,and everywhere .                                                                    ___________________­____
Hope is a pretty haven .
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
Sorry*  Mom  for  being  a  hopeless   daughter
For  not  being  able  to    share  your­   burden
For  being  so  childish
For  being  a  ­bad  girl
Your  only  girl
Sorry  Dad  for  not ­ being   pretty
For  being  so  stupid
For  being  a  bur­den
For  being  a  worry
For  not   being  an   intelligent  girl
Your  only  girl
Sorry  Mom  and­  Dad  for   being  a  disappointment
For  being  your  girl
Yo­ur  only  *girl
Peter Tanner Jan 2015
I start way up high,
with others like me in the sky.
I am a raindrop.
We are all the same.
None of us are the cream of the crop.
None of us are lame.
We are waiting up here.
Just waiting to go.
Up here in the atmosphere.
Waiting to flow.
First we must fall.
First it must be cold.
There is no warning call.
No sign of us getting old.
The warmth brought us here.
Cooling will do the opposite.
To allow us to fall like a tear.
To allow us to fall composite.
Then my journey will start.
I hope for great joy.
Like an actor getting to play their part.
Like a child getting their first toy.
I can feel the cold creeping in
and the warmth starting to fade.
Now my travels will soon begin.
Could my travel start with a glade?
Maybe I will land in a lake.
Maybe I will land in the city.
Hopefully not the latter for my sake.
For I may be stomped on without pity.
My time here is now done.
No more having to wait.
It is hopefully time to have some fun.
Falling, I will soon see my fate
Kaye B Anderson Jan 2015
Sailing on a dream filled boat
where will it stop
where will it float
as it takes me
sailing peacefully.
Wishful thinking
on empty tides
as my dreams float
throughout the night
what could this be
floating on empty dreams.
With every wave
I hear a tune
a heartfelt song
under a bright full moon
as I drift away
not much left to say.
Dreams
sailing along
singing my song
my song of life.
By day
I drift away
and there I stay
until it's night.
And then
it shall all start again
another dream to begin
another journey through the tides.
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