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Connor Apr 2018
There's a burning feeling in my gut,
A heavy feeling in my heart.

I have no title for these feelings.

I may just be hungry,
Or am aroused.

But I don't believe myself to be.

They say a heart's a heavy burden,
especially when you're in love.

I wonder if that is what I am experiencing?
Its five minutes past midnight, and I can't sleep. Thank goodness for poetry!
Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018
I often see poems that go by "untitled".
Some may even refer their poems as "Untitled" with capitalized importance.
"Untitled" is not to be, nor should it be, mistaken for "unimportant".
The work is still in process.
It has importance.

I often write poems that go by titles.
Some may even say that my poems are "Unoriginal" with cliche names.
"Unoriginal" is not to be, nor should it be, mistaken for "unintentional".
The work went through the process.
It has intention.

I often read poems because of their titles.
Some may even claim that their poems are "Profound" with unlimited potential.
"Profound" is not to be, now should it be, mistaken for "invaluable".
The work is still processing.
Its value has yet to be seen.
3/15/18

Yes, this is true, and you can take it at face value...

But it is also a metaphor.
you knife me
me knife you

knife me you
knife you me
dont
try
to
turn
this around

it is merely i
you knife me
her pantyhose
call them stalkings
call my nightmares
dreams
you
really
knife me

stand me here
beat me hear
lash
me
last

oh
how
you knife me

your tongue
like
an
sweater

oh
how
you
must know
you knife me
?











...
..
.
stealing *****
from
my
...
..
.
private box
...
..
.
Tate Feb 2018
Throwing silk sheets over a worn mattress
I cannot fathom the idea of you sleeping here
you accidentally pulling a corner off and seeing the stains beneath.
This hotel has been vacant for months.
But that doesn’t mean the guests before you
Were kind to it.
They said ‘**** it’
Left the mess for house keeping,
Blood stained walls
Feathers from ripped pillows
A maid sighs and shakes her head
Ten dollar tip for wasted effort
Have to put the pieces back together again
Vacancy sign illuminated again.
Do not do this to me again.
Cleaning supplies are expensive.
And this business has made me so poor
love yourself true
yourself love true

when rearranged
things changed

true yourself love

if i must be true
reassure yourself
there
is
only
you my love

true yourself love


imagine yourself
in
love
alway
true


don't fall in love
with yourself
to deep
cause
it
will
never
he true
?
















...
..
.
she was distant
she spoke
softly
but
her
whispers
...
surely you will
find me broken
surely you will
find me
not
at
all

you have all seen me
as many times
as you have
opened
your
eyes


has my fear ever called out to you
has it ever called you by name
what is this reasoning
that structures
could
clarify


see have lived
in
your
closets


we have
helped you
tie
your shoes


is it not your feet that  turn
to trample on me
with
what
existance
do you pursue me

we are naked teardrops
melting in the snow
how could my arms reach further
how could we pull you closer to me
in your deepest hours
of
concentration
you will find me camped with you
not another breath will ever consume you
that has not first been breathes through me
let us exhale
surely you will
?











...
..
.
tag your it
...
was she naked

she was kissing her again
her wings styled
on
me
what form she has taken
breath like cool rains mint
her feathers dance to catch me
falling through clouds
further through
the
limiting
she has
awoken me
swallowing
these flames
her breath
rests
over
me
prodigiouly vigorous dancing
?













...
..
.
oh our moods
how
we
are
still here
...
anon Nov 2017
this poem
has a title
so that all who read it
know
that this poem has a meaning

because without something to reference
a name
or a title
things are left behind

just like me
in all the years
i tried to remain
untitled

rather

anonymous

untitled people
like me
are given no
second glances
no
first chances
no
social advances

nothing

left behind
like a poem
without
a name
nabi 나비 Oct 2017
i hope that all people never forget
their own self worth
that everyone is worth all the things in the world
regardless of their relationship status
outside of this relationship you are still you
you are still a capable human being
you are capable of doing wonderful things my dear
i hope you never are confined to title of someones partner
because you are and will always be more than that
and yes, relationships may be nice
but you should never, ever, ever forget
that no one's hand will ever fit yours quite as nicely as your own
i've wanted to use that last line in a poem for over a year. this may not have been exactly how i've wanted to use it but i'll figure it out someday. but for now im happy with it.besides there is always room for improvement in everything
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