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AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023
What's the biggest lie ever told she asked:
Awaiting some general answers she waited..
With gleaming eyes he mutter say something why the halt she inquired impatient.
After a long halt the words finally metamorphosis into a single statement.
Everything is going to be alright.
Hoping for the best but keep getting worst.
Sam Faisal Aug 2023
my healing is
my gym
my book
and you

i’m healing from
the gym
the book
and you
in my deepest
exhale
i found the
weight i carried
float away
from me
and now
i can finally
breathe
wilfred nyandiko Jun 2023
Tonight, I shall embark on a voyage of self-love,
Like a fragile butterfly emerging from its cocoon,
I shall embrace the scars, those delicate whispers,
They adorn my existence like ethereal moonlight.

In the tapestry of my being, flaws find solace,
They are the brushstrokes upon a masterpiece,
For in their imperfection lies a captivating truth,
A symphony of uniqueness, an enchanting reprise.

With tender hands, I mend my fractured fragments,
As a skilled artisan repairs a shattered porcelain,
I gather the scattered pieces with utmost care,
Crafting a kaleidoscope of resilience and grace.

Tonight, the stars align in harmonious reverence,
Witnessing the birth of an unwavering spirit,
I shall cast away doubts, like a tempest subsides,
And let my vibrant soul dance, unburdened and free.

For this night is mine, a celebration of existence,
A declaration of love, unyielding and true,
So let the universe bear witness to my rebirth,
As I embrace the symphony of life, with every breath anew.

Tonight, I will live, in the fullness of my being,
A flame ignited, burning bright and fierce,
Let me live, in the tapestry of my dreams,
Where love's melody reverberates, and magic appears.
Johnson Oyeniran Mar 2023
Hang in there my Buddy, please remove the rope from around your neck,
Your life is just like an unfinished story, so dont go just yet.

Life can be cruel for people who play by the rules, I'll confess,
I'd be lying if I said life is not filled with hate and stress.

But despite all the evil that happens in our world you abhor,
If you stick around, I promise youll find something worth living for.
Zywa Feb 2023
I like to be soft,

but hard enough to resist --


the worldly hardness.
Collection "Freend"
C E Ford Jan 2023
And another morning happens,
awoken by the oxidized groan and stretch
of the lumbering machines
that live in the dirt pile
in front of my apartment

there used to be a farm there,
and there used to be someone
in my bed and darker curtains in my room
but a lot changes in a year

there's still a tiny hole
in the corner of my bathtub
that greets the curve of my foot
every time I step into the shower

i can't tell if it's gotten any
bigger or not
or if the water i hear dripping
is from some other fixture
for me to look at another day

i know my kitchen sink still overflows
not with bubbles
not anymore
but with the dishes i've put off
for almost three days

i wish the men in hard hats
across the street would do the same,
tell themselves that they'll get to that
concrete patch, hole digging, pipe laying,
belt grinding, beam building, horn honking,
sound of trucks backing up
tomorrow
so i could sleep in for once

but they've got a job to do
and sandwiches someone wrapped for them
in aluminum foil
to eat at lunch

and i've got to do the dishes
so i can have a spoon
for my cereal
A lot changes in a year, but some messes stay the same.
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2022
I was


I am


I will be
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Towards the Zen
Author's Note: Who I was, I am not
Saudia R Sep 2022
Depression is mine to control

Mine alone in me is mine
As another's in them is theirs

So no two depressions can ever be the same
And yet like gold melded jade, sisters they are

Why should sister and sister be forced apart?
What do they fear?

Is it them? Is it us?
To finally admit that sisters are twins?

Of the exact same blood < in essence, in pain

Noble to only whose vains they run
but deeper than a true Suns lineage

In knowing that what is reflected as a mirror is exactly what's seen

But the fear of being the same is what drives them to shame

So what of this power that let eyes be mirrors
waiting for hope to appear?

Depression is < mind =to= control
Late night thoughts ❤️
Pat Villaceran Aug 2022
Life's so big and beautiful

and bold

For you to get stuck
in this cave that holds

You

Caged in
Burdened
unable to move

Because the curtains were closed
and the windows barricaded
from light

But here's your
Omen
A message from
Your past lives

To open the door
The key's just there
Lying on the floor

Mat

Just like you did
When you were a child
Waiting to open
Christmas presents

Seeking the thrill,
the excitement of the new

Because yes, my dear,
Tomorrow's been waiting
for YOU.
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