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Zia Jun 2019
you'll never go any higher
if after every time
your knees fold under
you don't get up as a fighter
Amaris Jun 2019
It’s driving by the shoreline after dark
Marveling at city lights across the way
It’s waking up early for college classes
And taking a nap together later that day
It’s being held in your arms at a concert
With tickets we convinced the other to buy
It’s sitting on the floor of my room
Unwilling to tell each other goodbye
I have a request to make of you, my love
I know I can’t change what will be
I hate to let you go, but I’ll be right here
Please keep coming back to me
Zia Jun 2019
Time hasn’t been kind
to what’s on my mind
especially you who I find
hard to leave behind
Lilly F Jun 2019
sleepless nights
after summer days
frequent sights
of the sun's early haze
and woe is me
for my strength is retired
every night is the same as the next will be
going to sleep shouldn't be hard when you're this tired


© L.F.
written at 2:05 without sleep
Lilly F Jun 2019
another day another wallowing moment
in this unfamiliar skin
searching for the component
that feels missing deep within

another hour another feeling
how they change so quickly
my back tied to the ceiling
lack of control making my stomach feel sickly

another minute another headache
come and go in a blink
I pray that they stop for my sake
too tired to even think

another second another toll
on my head filled with words
needing something plentiful for the soul
ears longing for the sweet tunes of songbirds

the pain beneath my eyes
showing the purple and blue taint
my mind up till sunrise
wearing my exhaustion like a canvas wears paint


© L.F.
Lilly F Jun 2019
I've never been in love
though I write of it a lot
I haven't gotten a special someone sent from above
and if I'd ever gotten feelings, I wouldn't take a shot
because I'm not the person I write about being
but it is the person I hope to be
writing is my way of fleeing
my sad and lonely reality

I write about catching feelings
but it's only happened just one time
though it wasn't too appealing
it could've been because I'm still in my prime,
although I don't think I really liked him even from the start
he wasn't like the dream boys I'd write about
and when I lost those feelings it didn't break my heart
he had seemed like something I could simply live without

I've never had a boyfriend
even if my poems tell you differently
I'm not sure who I'll spend my days with till the end
and the people I write of are those I wish I had, coincidently
though I don't wish to have one
at least not now, I think I'm far too young
and most girls I know already have it said and done
but I wouldn't want a relationship so soon sprung

I've never hugged a boy
at least not in a romantic kind of way
I've never met one that made me feel that type of joy
but I'm not caught up in that kind of cliche
I have time to wait for one who's sweet
I'm not in too much of a rush
sometimes I do wish to be swept off my feet
but so far, none have really made me fall, but only blush

so no I haven't been in love
though I write of it a lot
because its something one can dream of
and yes, I wish I've known what that feels like, but no, I have not


© L.F.
Most of my poems consist of happiness, love, and joy, though those things are always out of reach in my real life, it's easy to fantasize.
Sean Cocca Jun 2019
A fire is a tricky thing --
We set it burning in a ring
and, mesmerized, we feed its flames
Pretending it can be contained.

All it takes is just one cinder,
Set upon some naked tinder,
To create a blaze, just as hot,
And render, thus, a barren spot
From fertile lands, once lush and green.
Doomed to perish within a dream.
This is an older poem I've been trying to update. I'm open to comments and criticism on this. I'm not entirely satisfied with how it flows and will be working on edits. Right now it's ok, but not great. Looking for input.
Zia Jun 2019
Of course I want to be read
She wrote that, I want it to be said
I’ve got so many stories in my head
Few I’m proud of, many I dread
I lie down at night in my bed
threading words worthy of a spread
Oh, by the way, my name is not Zed
Zia Jun 2019
Your loving gaze
Like sun rays
Thawed my cold heart
I thought I was falling apart
Nothing made sense
Until you touched my hands
How could that be?
Such power over me?
I looked into your eyes
In mine you saw the whys
But what I saw in yours
Took away my fears
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