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Ashari Ty Jul 2018

~
orange tints
dusts and lints      
sunrise peeked and        
curtains leaked          

woke and told myself        
it was a beautiful slumber    








but why are you more beautiful on my shoulder?
your peace with your mind is the piece i've been missing
Taylor Aebischer Jun 2018
I take a glance at your face,
And my heart ups the pace.
Nothing keeps me saddened-
When I see your eyes.
There is nothing I could possibly despise-
When I see your beauty.

All I want is someone who understands me,
Someone who hears my silent plea.
My invisible heart strikes at my feelings,
And I feel like I need a shoulder to cry on.

When I think of you,
I stop feeling used.
My heart almost speaks for me,
And my cheeks turn rose red.
All I want is someone to help me,
Dig me out of this hole I've dug.

I trend softly with my head hung,
Screaming without a sound.
If only you knew,
Then I'd stop feeling blue.
All I want is you.
This poem was written in 2014 about a girl I had liked in 8th grade at the time. Unfortunately, she didn't like it.
adriana May 2018
the pounding in my head only stops when my head is resting on your shoulder.
i never though that it would be you, though.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
such a heavy load you have there
that chip sitting on your shoulder
why not just let it go
let it go before it's a boulder

thicken up your skin a bit
don't jump so quick to defense
nobody's out to get you
you don't have to be so intense

I hate walking on eggshells
I really don't want them to crack
so remove all those shells, brush off the chip
and cut everybody some slack!
This one is for me, too, at times! :-)
Poetic T Apr 2018
The devil rides the tomb of our thoughts,
       only to hold us back from intentions

       that cleave even at his morality.



"We are always much darker that the devil
               on our shoulder, he holds us back
,
Chiquita Apr 2018
She was sad,
She needed someone who cared.
She went into her room
Just like every night
And held onto him
She cried her heart out
Though she never spoke
He could understand everything
He knew her better than anyone else
People would think she's crazy
But she knew better
She knew he knew
He'd been watching her from a child
Yet he never judged her
Teddy was always there for her.
People who hold their Teddy bears for comfort will understand this
Amanda dish
rag tell
her tag
yet her
scrumptious immortal
date bag
told of
a tree
once harbinger
of seedling
if apostrophe
a jeering
speech that
answers the
question of
a Bosnian
ax grinder
carrying a humongous ego*
is so heavy in weight
it's much like a fifty ton
load of lead freight

who in their right mind wants
to haul around a cargo this big
being encumbered by it
could easily sink the brig

an ego of enormous size
isn't worth the shoulder stress
so don't put yourself under
*such a burden of duress
did we hurt your feelings



here



let me blow you
an
bubble
?














...
..
.
scar me earners
earners
of
my
scars
get out of here you freak
...
Wellspring Sep 2017
My shoulder is sore.
It is incredibly sore.
My shoulder does hurt.
I don't know why it hurts or when it started hurting, but it does. And it deserved a haiku. It's so sore.....
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