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Thomas Harvey Jan 2020
Two Roads diverged in the woods and I
I took the one most traveled by
The journey was quite strange
As if almost every step I take creates a big bang
The road was full of holes and people collecting tolls
Around halfway down the path, I was stopped by a line
And when I looked at the ones ahead of me they appeared to be blind
As time went by I started to shiver from the cold
I felt anxious and tried to move but my body began to take mold
When I finally broke free, I ran as far as I could
with hopes of getting back to the start, I ended up more lost in the woods
After a while the pain began to fade, so I sat there in shame
But yet no one came, so I made peace and accepted that this is the where I stay
Two roads diverged in the woods and I
Well, I wish I would've have took the road less traveled by
Hunger Jan 2020
There are some days i love my life,

Other days there is no end to my strife,

There are some days everything feels good,

Other Days i just feel like i have to hide behind my hood,

There are some days I love myself,

Other Days i feel like me is the only thing i want to shelf,

There are some days I think I'm loved,

But these days that's something i sadly try to stand above.
Wish I felt Better But I Can't I  Guess
Butch Decatoria Jan 2020
Clumsy in Mom's heels,
Curious toddler wanders
Clown-faced, smeared in rouge.
Revised
Colm Dec 2019
Closing eyes to remain alive
No breath remains intact
With open mind over Pacific ends
No Atlantic hope will last
FOUR LINES - Etc
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Toucan
Two can
6/5/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018 - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018 - This footle poem fills the bill :)
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
If asked why I hold onto love so tightly even when it's killing me
I'd say because it's the only escape I've found from the pain of survival

How many wounds have healed by the graze of a tender touch?

Times you have crossed my path at the exact time I needed shelter from life's storm you made a roof out of your attentive arms to protect me

I would say  thank you but my mind can't create a "Thanks" big enough to display my infinite gratitude

It is easier for me to say "sorry" for not showing my love than to try and come up short

You never knew you were my once-upon-a-time because I was too embarrassed to confess to you that I believe in fairytales

Which has left us on two very different pages
A little confessional freeverse
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