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silvervi Oct 2024
I deserve to feel good.
Just try and say this to yourself. I was surprised that I needed to allow myself to feel good. We all deserve it.
Lakz Poetry Oct 2024
Everything about life is time
Make sure you use it wisely
Stop waiting for others
To shower Love & Care
Stop expecting others
To make you Happy

Start before its late.. Time is ticking
Start with Loving yourself
Do things that makes you happy
Make yourself a better version everyday
Pamper yourself with self hugs!!
Priorities your Health!

Time is ticking.... Tick Tick
Remember there is no going back!
Life doesn't have a reverse gear to take you back

Start Now! Act Now!
Time is ticking!
Lokenath Roy Oct 2024
Cascades of love,
I kept putting bricks around
how long shall I surround?
Whatever was left;
of it all—
I stood with ballistas' protruding
upon stinking patches of blood-mud;
the gates to my paradise
banished forever.

Who knew—
who knew there was an ocean so vast,
tides that rose so high;
as they came pouncing,
upon walls impenetrable
with eyes intoxicating—

Immobilized, I stood
know not why—
my staunchest bricks exiled
I left the door ajar
for the guest
to make home upon my cozy abode;
forever.

Tonight the waters of the ocean;
shall resolve once more
to overflow—
my glass of dreams, fragile;
once more, once more.
--from when I had been writing to the ocean
Roselyn Oct 2024
I give advice with steady grace,
A calming smile, a patient face.
I tell you things you need to know,
To lift you up when you're feeling low.

I say, "Stay strong, you’ll make it through,"
"Don't give up, there's light for you."
But deep inside, where no one sees,
Those are the words I truly need.

I offer comfort, warm and kind,
To soothe your heart and ease your mind.
I tell you, “You’re enough, don’t fear,”
But how I wish someone were near,
To tell me the same, to ease my pain,
To whisper hope through pouring rain.

I say, "Take heart, you’re not alone,"
"Keep going strong, you’ve always grown."
But late at night, when I can't sleep,
I wish those words were mine to keep.

For every phrase, for every guide,
Is what I crave but can’t confide.
I lift you up, but silently,
I wish someone would do that for me.

You see my strength, you see me there,
Always someone who seems to care.
But the truth is, I’m barely whole,
My words are bandages for my soul.

I’ve built a wall, I’ve played my part,
Yet no one sees my breaking heart.
I heal the wounds of those I love,
But never speak what I dream of.

So every time I say, "Be brave,"
I'm longing for the love I gave.
For in the wisdom that I share,
Is a voice that whispers, "I'm still scared."

I guide you through, I help you fight,
But in the dark, I lose my light.
And though I’m strong for everyone,
I’m still waiting for someone to come.

To give me back the words I give,
To remind me why it's good to live.
To lift me up when I can't stand,
To hold me tight and understand.

But until then, I’ll carry on,
Be strong for you, even when I'm gone.
For even if I break inside,
I’ll never let you see me hide.

I'll be the voice that clears your doubt,
Even as mine is drowning out.
And maybe, one day, I’ll believe
The words I speak, the love I need.
Lokenath Roy Sep 2024
It seems to be;
I walk, where your legs tire
I sing, where you forget your melody
It seems to be;
I have lived for you, when death was pasturing your heart
I have built for you, a world full of nothing but art
It seems to be;
I have not been there for myself, all this while.
—for people who forgot to find time to love themselves
silvervi Sep 2024
It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to change a thing.

It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to fall apart.
A spontaneous song I sang. Probably to soothe myself.
silvervi Sep 2024
I am starting to arrive
At MYSELF,
Finally tasting
The fruits
Of self care and
Self-help.

That supportive voice
I started to hear
Took years of work
To appear.

Now I am blessed
With warmth in my chest,
It's all I ever needed
And some rest.
Self-care and working on oneself, journaling, meditation, art, reflection. Self-support through toughest times. It all pays off in the end.
Emery Feine Sep 2024
There's never been a poem written about me
But if there was, this is how I'd want it to be:

Her hair looked like the waves from the sea
Her determination was like a bumble bee
She wanted nothing more than to be free
She thought as she drank her favorite tea,
"One day you'll love me too, maybe"
"Maybe you'll love me too," said she
And one day when I climbed a tree
I shouted to the world her name and its syllables of three
But I never really knew her, so I could never see
How her mind was trapped in a memory
And I could never free my love, Emery
this is my 70th poem, written on 12/21/23.. I don't like this one
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