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"You're getting younger",
my life said as it gazed into my eyes.

"Can I whisper something?",
I smiled, as I marveled back.

My life cupped my face and pulled it closer,
"tell me, gorgeous".

"I am loving myself,"
I sighed.
People call others "hayeti" in my culture when they mean a lot to them, it can be between family members, friends, lovers, and sometimes it is even given randomly as a filler in speech to showcase care.
eliana Jun 22
I am lonely.
I cannot say that
I have always been alone,
although
now I know
fate meant for me to be this way.
I have nobody.
I would be wrong to say
someone would care,
if I tried again to destroy myself.
The effect would be massive
only if I was perfect.
It's untrue that I could have worth,
even if I tried.
I am less than beautiful,
nobody can convince me that
I am right where I'm meant to be.
now read from bottom to top.
i dont really do these types of poems only because im not good at them but i just wanted to give it a try again.
Mélissa Jun 6
Spring arrived
And I was so heavily jaded that I couldn't hear
the birds' song

Half alive I would delay my exhale by design
As if to delay time, stop something
While my reaction to beauty was being the reverse
From what it's like for most

But they didn't have to be selective as to what
they inhale

Some people, you know, have died from this

I just liked being around
Even if it meant being on edge
Being constantly attacked by my own cells

"Why couldn't you just be like everyone else?"

But allergic to life
And offended by joy
Was the hand you've been dealt
I am unworthy of your affection.
So don't try to convince me that
I feel at home in your embrace                                      
Because at the end of every arduous day,
I am overwhelmed by loneliness and doubt.
And I'm not going to say that
every shared moment lights up my soul.
So rest assured, I will remind myself
that our conversations echo with emptiness
And nothing you say makes me believe,
I am the one you deeply cherish
Because no matter the trials we face,
I struggle with the fear of distance between us.
And I am in no position to accept that
our connection defies time and space.
Because whenever I ponder our union,
Am I destined to be embraced by love?
❤️Love is everywhere. You just need to have the right perspective to feel it. ❤️
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Backwards poems are so fun to write! They take away my writer's block!
some people will
tell you
to act your age

a being
who is ageless
in a temporary body

crying
because
she got lost

some can
go back
in time

to a place in their mind
when life was easy
when it didnt hurt

when they were happy
having a bit of a rough patch
poketry is cheaper than therapy
cuz im broke
If I chose to search for joy
I'd find nothing
And I don't believe
In happy endings
I'll keep trusting
There is no fun found
Anywhere on the planet
I'd be lying if I said that
You can find happiness
On Earth
I have taken quite the liking to reverse poems.
Jeremy Betts May 2024
During one of my falls I must have accidentally gave a rain dance performance
A permanent grey cloud overhead, only mine, quite a thing to witness
It's a hindrance, I can't rid it from my existence, I'm not in the fix-it business
Would the hyperbolic y'all know the opposite to reverse this by chance?
I know what you'll be witness to looks bad from a distance at first glance
I understand, I've stood right there too, in that same cautionary stance
And why lie?
Persistence only dug my hole deeper, shoveling in a trance
I'm just a living, breathing being needing guidance and patience
And it's it to much to ask for an actual two sided romance?
But we can work on that last...

©2024
Manx Pragna Mar 2024
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
It is tiring trying to tackle this Q stuff,
From a first person perspective.
All this far out quasi side-history,
Drenched in hate of every kind.
Divisive as all hell,
A kind of game within itself
To distance us from each other more
Rather than bring us close.
Together we stand, divided we fall
In on ourselves as like
A house of cards
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