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Crimsyy Nov 2016
I deleted all the pictures,
if you can't be here,
I don't want you to linger,
suggesting I deserve more
but you don't deem
me important enough,
suggesting love does not know time,
suggesting love does not make time,
I know the way you are
presenting things is a lie.

The stars loved me before
I became aware of your existence,
before you taught me
an invisible way to die,
and so why would I
want to lock our moments in history
when I know life could tear us apart
because you are not
holding onto my heart?

I could hoard memories of you,
paint the sky in constellations
of your bright eyes,
but how would that be fair to me?
Your love is a lukewarm affirmation,
lacking evidence and testimony,
scarce and rare,
barely there,
and now you understand why I cannot
give you my love as a weapon
you can use to destroy me.
Ekemini Nelson Mar 2016
THE CAPTAIN
When I took my first kick,
I knew I will score
I knew the spectators will cheer
the fans will praise.

I can play soccer all I need is
The refree's guide,
the Coach instruction,
the anti-supporters critizms
and the staffs support to soar greater.

The target I will never miss
the flag I will surely lift high
to the fans desire.

My team is the best
I'm the Captain
I'm the focus point.
I wrote this poem as a result of  the #support I got when I wrote the first poem the #feaces
It was so amazing just like a players get support on his debut..
V Mar 2016
Lonely heart of mine,
When will you ever be satisfied?
Always looking for the one
but never for Jesus Christ.

Now I am 20 years old,
Lord, I'm sorry it took me so long
You were closer than I'll ever know,
with you my heart has more than enough.
12:07 am
Late night testimony.
V Feb 2016
When I was just a little girl,
people used to break my heart
it felt like every word they said
were painful in every single way.

It made me think I was meaningless,
like life's had no sense
but nobody knew how I felt.

One day Jesus found me,
He made me feel like I wasn't an ordinary girl,
restored me in every single way,
Oh Jesus, I'm grateful everyday.

Ever since that day,
God helped me to understand,
those people hearts;
They were in pain.

"Hear me, please" he said,
"Be careful with every word you said,
don't be like them, save your heart,
I've stuff for you prepared."

One thing I know for sure,
Jesus hears you,
heals you,
and saves you.

You've been there when nobody was,
You're the best friend anyone could ever have,
Oh Jesus,
You'll have forever my heart.

    -v
God change everything.
sushma madappa Jan 2016
The memories fade
The hurt abate
The scars so deep;
The flecks of red
on walls so white.
Sole testimony to the time.

The knowing smiles
The intoxicated wiles
Lie abandoned in the
dustiest attics of our minds
While here I stand
Outside  myself
Done and dusted
Weaving tales of a distant time
x
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015
HELP PEOPLE

Share your story.
Share your strife.
Share a poem.
Save a life.

CHALLENGE

If you have overcome an obstacle
If you have witnessed a miracle
If you were blue
and didn't know what to do
but have yet reached out
and found that someone helped

ALL UPLIFTING STORIES!**

Please write about the
good in this cruel world.


♥ Catherine
After October third I will
repost 3 stories with a SHINE!

I know that you will find that
writing a poem like this will bring
a smile to someone. MAYBE YOU!

PLEASE TAG ALL POETRY
"soulsurvivor-helps-challenge"
AlluringEnigma Aug 2015
I need the Sun to grow
                                             I need water to grow
      Because I am a flower......

I need to grow
                            To look beautiful
Because I am a flower........

I need to be as tall
                              As the tallest tree
To see things
           happening
                        Around me
To be the testimony
                                   Of honesty;
Because I am a flower.......,
blinded by a painful sight
slowly losing hope in the light
questions unanswered
purpose left shattered,
scattered
hurt by self centered
beliefs
I
was down on my knees
I
cried & pleaded
a miracle was needed,
wanted
deep in my heart

but on the 3rd day
the unexpected
on the 3rd day
I got the message
and finally
on the 3rd day
I believed
more that I've ever believed
I praised more than I've ever praised
& on the 3rd day
I bowed down to pray
**Therefore I shall proclaim
that the LORD shall never forsake for His power is truly great
test = testimony
Amitav Radiance Apr 2015
Millions of years of existence
Earth carries layers of history
Abundant and bountiful
They thrived during their peak
Happiness and coexistence
Turned to rambunctious ambitions
Valiant hearts turned violent
Severing the ties of humanity
Colored the layers of history in red
Tyrants and traitors marred the existence
Of the beautiful fabric of mankind
Stained fate, never to recover
Sometimes nature turned foe
Obliterating life from this Earth
History is the silent custodian
Testimony to the many facets of humanity
We bring our downfall
Mired in controversies and revenge
Saga of shameful acts and own dereliction
Sifting through the layers of history
It’s not for the faint-hearted to endure
The rough tales of disasters and annihilation
Millions of years and many more thereafter
At the crossroads of humanity
History is waiting to add many more layers
To the annals of its testimony
Bianca Custodio Apr 2015
I was never much of a writer
I never knew how it was to
Rearrange letters in the alphabet
To form various splashes of color
That create one big masterpiece
I was never much of a writer
I never knew how it was to
Stretch my hands out
And be able to reach for words and phrases
I can use to build and create and make
Into a story I can call my own.
Instead the words and the letters
Looked like jumbled puzzle pieces that didn't quite work together,
They looked like stars
In the form of failed constellations
Mismatched brightness and color
I didn't get any of it
Sometimes I think I was too dizzy
From this 360° spin that we call life
See, I was never much of a writer
But I tried
I tried mix and matching words that I thought would make sense
But they never did
I tried picking the best flowers
For this bouquet of letters and symbols I tried making
But all I ended up with was
Withering words and
Misspelled petals
I tried building
Stories
Lego after lego after lego
But the pieces still refused to fit
So the towers fell; crumbled
Again and again and again
Reminding me of a mistake I made years ago
Again and again and again
Like a song on repeat
And it's times like these when I wish life was pencil on paper
So that I can erase, erase, erase
All the parts of me I didn't like
But I never had enough strength
To pick up a pen and create.
I couldn't.
I tried lighting candle upon candle
Of fragments of stories I thought I understood
So that I could see what the darkness up ahead contained
But all I ended up with
Was a forest fire
And the next thing I knew,
Everything was burning
My home
My papers
My dreams
My desires
My pride
My stubborn head
My rebel heart
And this flimsy, failed wrist of a writer of mine
Everything was burning
And everything that burned turned into ash
Disappeared into smoke somewhere above our heads
So that we can no longer see them
And I finally understood
I was never a writer
I was never the writer
I was never the author
Or the editor
Or the storyteller
Or the poet
I was never supposed to write in the first place
So I stopped writing.
And I let The Writer write
This huge masterpiece of a story
That we all call life
And ever since then,
The words made sense
The flowers never withered
The Legos all fit
The candles stayed lit
And life
Has never been more awesome
A bit of my testimony in a poem. Jeremiah 29:11. Made on March 6, 2015.
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