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shiv Jun 2018
there is a storm trapped inside her heart
and it seeks a ruination that will rattle
the stars.
S K Anderson May 2018
I've almost forgotten how your
other-worldly eyes
peered into my
melancholy soul.

How your
key trained fingers
traced my
summer-kissed skin.

How your
wiser-than-mine words
changed my
impressionable mind.

Almost, but not quite.
Ah, he appears again.
This boy is always showing up in my poetry,
even if he doesn't show up in my life anymore.

***
This poet decided against  
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel

undetected inauspicious augury
     assigning  adept
     aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
     who surreptitiously crept

to the secret crypt (guarded by
     foo fighters and amazing dragons)
     said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
     heavily fortified
     (with USDA recommended allowance),

thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
     which "FAKE" oracle

     misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
     and hence consonantly knew
    
all along, i dwelt peacefully
     in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings

     purchased from  Peru
laborers treated by free pact
     guaranteeing a socially
     conscious shopper to rue

painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
     now stamped imprimatur could allow,
     enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,

     cracked bare foot
     ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
     (upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting

     reddit as joyous outlook
     sans linkedin shutterfly,
     twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
     communicated an instagram message
     of hopefulness kickstarting optimism

versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
     (hinting at goal to be
     a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack

     for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
     like daggers lined up along a rack
     of reinforced steel maw,

     which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
     as fierce jaws clamp down
     worse than getting steam rolled by a mack

truck, but subjected to thee yield,
     whence thousands of pounds
     per square inch of pressure  
     on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
Triciah Nadine Mar 2018
Moon and stars I see tonight.
Laying outside without a fright.
Crickets is all I can hear,
That plays like music in my ear.
hannah Feb 2018
Nobody really cares
If they cared then they would say someting
however they stay quite
and watch my slowly die inside
all they have ever said is that I could handle it
well guess what
I CAN'T HANDLE IT ANYMORE
Mama earth Mar 2018
Tears                      
Run down her soft gentle face
Fears          
Racing in her big sad eyes                                           Staring me back                
In her embrace
                Stuck in that place
It breaks me to see her cry
                                We both know i wont lie
"Please dont leave me"            
Forcing my frown upside down
I promise one day ill stay                              
It was so hard to go      
                Again beside you I'll lay
Everything will be okay
-Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment
**** Why
Melili Mar 2018
Don't say a thing to that person
that broke you.
The one that told you,
that you are not enough to them,
the troublemaker, the toxic one,
the annoying one, the wrong one.
Don't chase that person who broke you to stay.
It's better to stay quiet because,
if your love wasn't enough....
Do you think your words will matter?
No, not a little bit.
Just make you worse then before.
If your love didn't bring him come back, worst with word. He will not care anymore about you. It will be to late to bring him back. Because now he is happy with his new beautiful sweetheart.
Martin Narrod Feb 2018
Quite.

The mischievous talents of the voice
It’s delicate bombs ripping through
Each footstep to the cool desert air
Where before the sunrise I break from
My two slops of oatmeal to have a cigarette
shiv Feb 2018
she has made herself so dependant on others
that she does not know if she can stand alone.
I've never met someone quite like you
I've never been more attracted to a face like yours
Most of all
I've never fallen in love with a soul until I found yours
I'm sure you've never known a girl like me
Beautiful but filled with insecurity
On fire yet so meek
Strong minded but so sensitive
Never mistake me for weak
I enjoy your company
I love the feel of your body next to mine
I try not to get so down when you disappoint me
But I have nothing to do when you aren't around
I've never loved a soul quite like I love you
I just wish you saw it
I wish you could see how hard I am trying to be everything you desire
I never ask for too much because I don't want to put that pressure on you but its you
Its you I want to grow old with
Maybe a child
I could not imagine loving another
Because no one is quite like you
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