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silvervi Sep 30
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 29
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
I know that for now you don't see much

In yourself, and that the touch

Of God on your head seems quite far

You still cry each day so hard

The clouds are struggling to keep up

And you just went all in pre-flop

On yourself, in life, decided to become a giver

To yourself, flow with the river

Play the cards you have been given

And the devil's bluffing well

Deceiving you people can tell

How horrible you're deep inside

And you can try but you can't hide

Your real self, maybe only from yourself

But they all see,

You are despair and scarcity

And doomed to die a nobody

But just you wait, the love you seek

Will be revealed on the fourth street

You'll see him back away a bit

You'll see some hope and all his *******

And just before the river comes

He'll give it all his chips and curse

The blessings coming up,

Trying to make you give up

Do not turn back, you know your worth

You have been love ever since birth

Keep your conviction, show your cards

The river will make him run yards

And you will flow and see that your scars

Are actually part of the compass

Guiding you to the love inside

About one thing he was right

From yourself you cannot hide

And now you see quite easily

The love and freedom that you seek

Were all in you straight from the start

Congrats, that is actually the whole ***

You won't hear it outside heaven but

God is amazed, screams out your name

And just says "****, what a nice play".

_M.
Sam Harty Sep 22
I always seem
to be on the edge
sharp blade,
shard of glass,
cliff's ledge.

There's no place
to grab on
no path or foothold
should I choose
to make any move,
to be so bold.

Edges
are an odd thing
one can
plummet wildly
or spread
your wings.

I close my eyes
and feel the choice
am I in danger?
am I overjoyed?
Hanging haphazardly?
Or delicately poised.

The amount of balance
is mine to determine
am I teetering on disaster?
or leaning forward to fly?
One things for certain
I won't know unless I try.
Aimée Sep 17
Look at you!
Look at how far you've come,
Don't doubt yourself or what you can become.
I know sometimes it's hard,
And things in life get heavy,
But God looked at you & decided,
That it's YOU who lives this journey.
He saw your potential,
And sees it everyday,
Even if you think you're weak,
That's a trick your mind will play.
You are beautiful the way you are,
You don't need social medias lies,
Telling you what is true,
And judging every look & size.
You are here to live your life,
You're not here to live for social media,
So please do you, be you,
And don't let it deceive ya.
silvervi Sep 16
I am here.
It's ok, breath.
I love you.
I know, it's difficult sometimes.
We fall into patterns of wanting to make everyone around us happy. But ourselves.
We sometimes need time to see and realize this.
To recognize what is happening.
We are learning.
It's good you show yourself as you are.
I have your back.
You don't need to control anything or anyone.
Just be and relax.
Just be yourself.
You are safe here.
I am always here for you.
What would happen if we always talked this way to ourselves?
Mikaera Sep 16
Do you see my long good hair
My golden skin
My slanted eyes
Yes, I'm Mixed
I'm totally the prettiest girl here
I mean come on,
I'm mixed

You ******* wish you were me
Your man wants me
I'll ****** him up quick,
Yes, I'm Mixed
Call me a ***** you're just jealous

I'm mixed
This is how you portray me
I'm only pretty because I'm mixed
I'm only loved because I'm mixed

you say I don't understand being a black woman
My mommas black, my grandmother black and the mother before her was black too
Am I not black and a woman?
that's how she raised me
I understand that black women are treated the worst
I know black women aren't protected
I know black women are under valued
Unappreciated, Abused, used  
I know that black women are strong as ****
I know they're beautiful
I know that they're the blueprint for every Kardashian and Jenner

You say I don't understand the real struggle of being black
I'm not black enough to understand
I don't know how to be black

You say I'm white washed because the way I talk
You say I'm not black because
I don't equate ghetto with being black
I know what my ancestors went through
They fought for our freedom
They fought for equality
They fought for our education
They fought for every opportunity that we have today
I Know our ancestors didn't fight for us to just be equated with ghetto

Yes, I'm mixed
This doesn't excuse the other race of me
They say I'm not Asian enough too
I fight with them too

I'm tired of not fitting in
I'm tired of people nitpicking my percentage
I'm tired of fighting my own identity
I'm tired of being told I'm only special because I'm mixed

I'm Mixed
That doesn't make me special
So, go on tell me what I am
See me how you want to see me
What you say won't change who I am
It doesn't make me any less of what I am
A black and Asian woman or
An Asian and black woman

Yes, I am mixed
Asmita Ray Aug 28
I am a proud rose
I adore my lovely thorns.
I have an ethereal halo,
With two little horns.
Therefore, I warn you Mortal
Do not make me cross.

Must you cut off my thorns?
Must you make me harmless?
Like a newborn.

I curse thee!
To bleed, forever and ever
Whence thou touch my thorns,
My Crown of Thorns.
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