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layla 19h
It's been a long time.
Hello, poetry.
In dire situations like this
I needed to write
Trapped within an eternal cycle
Of fight or flight

40 days clean
From the grinding teeth
The stinging nose
Tear myself apart
For using on Christmas
(Which nobody knows)

Temporarily, i found true love
Near holy and pure
My heart beat his name
The lovely boy
I once dreamed of
Push come to shove
He finally had enough
Forever i shall wait
Perhaps he'll show up

In my brain
A constant war
I get on my knees and beg for no more
Only way of there being peace
Is to spread my wings and fly
Set oneself free
Then i will escape
The terror of me

A dark room i lay
Destined to rot
My skin will decay
Oh the poor soul
Whom will find my body that inevitable, fateful day

Until then i sit
Wounds on display
Losing the faith once there to pray
I've taken it upon myself
To punish and repay
Warm blood gushing apologies i never got to say.
apologies for it being so long and not as intricate as my past poems, it's been a long time and i needed an outlet
I fell into love
your arms my love
I tripped and you caught me
it was worth the journey
now watch me rise
my heart raised high
a helium balloon
my string you held
then let me go so soon
now I keep rising
caught in a cross wind
I think I will join you
amongst the stars
my balloon heart.
bellamy 5d
I have a D+ in chemistry.
I have a D+ in chemistry, despite doing my best work throughout the quarter.
I have a D+ in chemistry, so I hired a tutor.
I have a D+ in chemistry, so I obsessed over it for a while.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but my hard work continues.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but the laughs of me and my friends still fill my school halls.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but my scars remain healed.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but I can still listen to music late at night, while the summer air fills my room through an open window.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but the wind still hits my face when I step outside, lifting my hair from my shoulders, the sun wiping my cheek.
I have a D+ in chemistry, but the moon still shines behind the clouds, reminding me she’s still there.
I have a D+ in chemistry, so I’ll do better.
another thing I wrote late at night while listening to Kendrick Lamar (not what I would usually listen to while writing but yknow) and trying to tire myself out bc I have to get up in a few hours. again, may delete in the morning bc it may be trash but wtv
I have these complicated feelings
they unfurl in my chest
begging to be let out
I release them from the ribcage
with a pen and paper
my poems are their escape
it makes me feel lighter
like happiness can fill me
instead of the dark curling tendrils
of despair
Arii Feb 24
My insides smell like
Cinnamon

But taste
like
wilted

flower petals;
Dry,
bland,
Dead, gone,
Desaturated colours
in my pupils

I melt into a pile of ash in
The ground

With the rest of the infertile soil,
With the insects
With the lush green grass
and the birds
and their nests full of twigs
And chirps
And songs
And hums
And sounds
That echo
That resound
That stay
That fly

With the sky.
Buried with my name.

Until it turns to night,

Then the
moon
and
stars

come out

And
I

Hide

A

W

A

Y

.
Elaina Feb 17
Uncovering joy
In the middle of sadness
What a sweet release
Shadows growing long, engulf the air,
Each pivotal moment rings like a bell.
Faces of ages, echoes from beyond,
Calling me home, lost in a dream.

Dreams resting lazily on rocky riverbeds,
Oh, rivers of memories flowing through,
Through time's embrace, they guide my way,
Infinity hands carry and take me there.

You are my beacon, on a raging sea,
Through all of the chaos, no matter how far,
Hold me close, through the stormy tides,
Anchoring souls from becoming lost, adrift.

Enclosed in the night of the fading light,
Every flicker of memory brings back the day.
The ghosts of my past, they want to atone,
Whispers softly a sigh that will never die.

Rocking in the arms of billow waves to shore,
In heavens tapestry, colors array cover me,
Hide me in your starry truth, I’ll forever abide,
After land of my dreams where the dead sleep.
Word count: 149. Poetry of the afterlife. Free verse
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