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Pao Sep 2018
Life is too precious
For us to keep chasing after ghosts
Ghosts that haze our vision
And stops us from realizing the beauty of breathing
The beauty of seeing and believing
The beauty of loving and smiling

Life is too precious
For us to keep chasing our own past in circles
Never ending pain
Never ending cries

Life is too precious
For us to keep letting anger prevail
Prevail before our happiness,
Our stillness

Life is too precious
For us to not be what we want to be
Let’s rejoice to the hum of our optimism
Let’s rejoice to the shriek of our rapture
Caelynn Regester Sep 2018
Falling down again
Into agony and pain
Played
Betrayed
Slain
Darkness surrounds
Enveloping, swallowing

A light shines again
A new hope, a new day
The pain heals
Reality kneels

Pre-determined,
fate resigns
I take over,
New light shines
A new day begins

Ushering in
A golden age
Peace,
Hope,
Love,
Cracks

War begins
Silently, quietly
Loudly

Screaming

Silent again.
Happy again.
Happy at last.
This is the first poem I've ever written outside of schoolwork, hope it's not too bad :)
Salmabanu Hatim Sep 2018
I had nothing but hope,
That undying hope,
Pure magic.
I was in darkness,
I was bent and broken,
My difficulties had doubled,
My hurts had increased,
I carried my worries under an umbrella of fear.
But I have a stubborn heart,
I had faith and a basket of beliefs,
"No" word was not in my dictionary,
I started to live under the roof of hope.
My sufferings gave me strength,
My grief softened me,
My colleagues  betrayal wisened me.
I started to stay positive and confident,
I opened myself to criticism,
Above all, I infused myself to hard work,
At last my optimism  paid off.
ME
I am not that big muscle guy
I am just who I am
No six-pack but 'm stronger in the heart
Handsome inside
Dynamic in the mind
Best of my kind
Always being logistic
Positive vibe makes me optimistic
a Aug 2018
in the concave of a raindrop sits a hue of hope,
a rain to bring forth a harvest,
water to restore the greenery of this mountain.

Revitalise.

Revive.

Renew.

Inside my soul sits a hue of hope.
this poem is about is all about mindset and optimism. how perspective is the axis of how we view ourselves and the world.
Jayce Aug 2018
I felt that my body could bleed no more,
That I was handing it out to the wolves in gallons,
My hands became sore and bruised from dragging my body from the lowest pits
And still I can clench my teeth and find the strength to stand
I am able to make fists and fight for the hope that I am replenishing day by day
It was 4 am and I'd listened to "get well soon" by Ariana Grande about 10 times and started to feel completely overcome. It's a healing song, and I definitely needed it after the year I've had. I highly recommend it.
Clar Mitchells Aug 2018
The doctor came in
Clipboard and lab coat
The diagnosis clear
Clinical optimism

I thank him
I smile as I leave
I hear birdsong
I take the prescription

You don't understand
You people all cry and sob
You people are who I want to join
You make me change

It takes time but eventually the birdsong disappears for everyone.
Jacqui Aug 2018
Today has been a good day
I feel stable
Today has been a good day
No bad thoughts plagued my mind
Today has been a good day
I got out of bed with ease
Today has been a good day
I showered and dressed myself without tiring
Today has been a good day
I didn’t think about dying
Today has been a good day
I didn’t obsess over the small things
Today has been a good day
I did a full day’s work
Today has been a good day
I even managed to smile
Today has been a good day
Because I’m alive
Depression doesn’t always win
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