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Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Today is a day for writing
I tell myself this
As if it actually means anything
Instead I take a walk
The air is crisp
The trees gently sway
With the soft october wind
And I sigh
For how could I ever describe
The architecture of nature
The careful precision of tree roots
How could I describe
The luminous patterns I see
In every creature
Every plant
What justice could I bring
So I walk home
And I tell myself
Today is a day for writing
And you will try your best
The world is beautiful in so many ways
And i want to see and tell of all those ways
beth haze Oct 2018
We took quiet steps down a lonely street
I had never stepped foot in before.
The air felt tense since it was
more than clear that you didn't feel
like talking, not anymore.
You stopped suddenly and backed me
against a wall.
We made out slowly whilst I felt
an old lady watching us from her
front steps, maybe I was just imagining her
since it was time for me to go,
I had to meet up with my friends.
Two steps forward and you stopped again
looking at me with a shy smile and
intertwined our hands.
My palms were sweaty and my rings
poked at your skin but you insisted that
you didn't care.
It was also the last time
we held hands.
- hand holding.
Inspired by a prompt from Madisen Kuhn's Instagram stories. "Write a poem about the first time you held someone's hand".
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
If I stray too far from myself
I might lose it
But if I stay standing still
I will anyways

What other choice do I have
but to walk?
Regardless of direction.

So I flail my limbs about me
in  Hopes that it brings;
This poem posted with one of my parkour videos on my instagram. Basically about giving things a shot, trying no matter what it is at or for.
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2018
We seem separate.
like we are living as
the mimic of
the other.
Mirrors. all of us.
deciding to make
faces on the
shiny walls.
Funny. to bring life
to the pain of
existing. Separate.
but we'd like to exclude
part of ourselves.
and forget
we are like the other. Them.
We think they
are enemies to
the state of our being.
But we cannot live
without the other.
Nor can we live
without spirit.
We are The Source
from where we originated.
So save
everything. and
greet yourself with
love. For everybody.
Nothing is not sacred.
Survived Oct 2018
And if a turtle could he would walk faster
Just to watch Her smile.
maggie W Oct 2018
On that misty day we were walking through the traffic
Standing at the cross road just waiting
For the light to turn green

We walked and walked and saw a baby
I waved at him, he smiled back at me

We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees
Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating
I said something funny
You cracked up so much
Then you stared at me
I went back to eating

Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry
But I see that you're still staring at me
With a grin
I said What?You said Nothing!

We walked and walked and sat on a bench
Some old people were doing Tai-chi
We made out but don't want them to notice
I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing.

You asked me not to write you in my poems
But since I still have some Mcflurry left
Would you wanna share it?
To Paul
Vivek Gupta Oct 2018
Lit the candles, turn off the light!
Hearing you sing for me whole night!
Looking at your face and eyes!
Hearing all the truth and lies!
Don't know as the time flies!
Loud laugh turned to silent cries!
I've seen it all!
All the disconnected call!
All the sadness, all the pain!
In the sunshine and in the rain!
All the loss, all the gain!
Long walks on the lane!
With you and your lovely talks!
Wanna go for endless walk!

-Vivek!
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Kisses make up for the pain of breaking feelings of the people that you never
Would let you down in an on-going cycle of emotional rollercoasters and flashlight
Demons decorating the inside of your mind,
When you fall , where does the half go when you pivot?
Does your other half restore all of that ****** healing?
Is his love so high that it reaches the ceiling like the top of a flying lotus
Spewing paint over cities,
How could you tell?
Could we all prevail from what love will make us?
Is this hell? Is this lust in shell?
Is it that obvious?
I don’t know if we we're moving slow or we're moving fast,
But she was all I ever wanted , at the time was all I had,
There's not a single night and day that I would change If I tried,
All the other people in my life has always lied,
And two of the most important people in my life has died,
The one above all watches , where all the love will reside.

/

Sun warmed to submission to a higher purpose,
My times wasted but I don't want to leave you,
The joy in my heart will manifests itself from your smile and,
I got another remedy for your virtue,
Whatever falls upon you will fall upon me to, then we'll both fall
Knowing I have feelings for you,
But I heard through the longest grapevine equip with thorns that
You would see another,
I was not ready for this,
Not knowing it would end with your betrayal to be so under cover,
I was afraid of this,
Glad I took it slow, Just like molasses,
In my walk I'm just so weakened by deceit and social sadness.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/falls-slowing-walking-road-to-minds-eye.html
Abdulrhman Oct 2018
walk

yea, keep walking
nah
run
run, my friend
EmperorOfMine Sep 2018
May I trip on purpose,
Fall into strength,
Get back up into confidence,
And stride on my glory.

There's a mirror I look into that's as black as my pupils,
I can only look as far as my eyes can squint...
before they close.

I come to realize that I see nothing. Just darkness. I can't see cracks, or colors, or hopes, or dreams, or anything.

Even in the dark of the mirror, nothing reflects back on me...
Maybe it's all just me...
In my head...

Or maybe, I can see...
yet this entire time I've been blinded by me.

What if I have only seen what I think people see when all I see are the weapons that can be used to hurt me...

Trying to protect me by hurting myself first never really worked anyway.

So when I trip on my shame,
and I fall because I've been cursed lame,
And I can't get up cause I'm weighted by the chains,
Let me crawling tell you something...
Never stop crawling if you can't walk.
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