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You should write a poem...
About the things you always do,
About waking up and tying your shoe
About your classes at school galore
About not wanted to do your chores
About not really knowing if you’re good enough,
About being weak and acting tough
About that joke you just said,
About that conversation inside your head.
About your cat
About that hat
About this, about that...
Yeah, you should write a poem about that.
Shoutout to all the people in my life who I sincerely love who constantly suggest poem ideas... Which I never take.
Adrienne Sep 6
what if we changed the definition of beauty
to something actually beautiful
something more than your typical
blue eyes, blonde hair mold
what if the definition of 'beautiful'
meant every shape, size, and skin tone
what if every girl was beautiful too?
what if, in advertising,
we showed more diversity, pody positivity,
so that every girl loved her looks?
what if we changed the rules,
stopped going by the books,
and decided for ourselves what beauty is?
what if we changed it
to something actually beautiful
something more than your typical
blue-eyed, blonde-haired mold?
what if 'beautiful' meant
every size, shape, and skin tone
what if we decided for ourselves what beauty is?
what if, instead of body-shaming each other,
we would teach one another
the value of our bodies
that you are beautiful too
PMc Sep 2
Run away with me like we wanted to
when were twelve
toss it all to join my circus
we’ll see the world through rose coloured glasses
we bought from the dollar store
on our way past the thrift shop

Steal away my time, like you have
in my dreams
necking near the water’s edge
making love in hotel rooms vacated by vagrants
with ***** linen
and empty plastic mickey bottles

Spend a day with me, unplanned, uncharted
we’ll *** cigarettes to pretend we smoke
dine in a fancy establishment and spend the last
of our sixty-four dollars and twelve cents
tax and tip included
reminding each other what it’s like to just enjoy
enjoy the day free of what freedom takes away when
freedom isn’t free

Take a moment with me, breathe in fresh new friendships
hug one another like we mean it
look into one-another’s eyes for so long, it reminds us that we have
but this moment.
Spent a summer with a terrific woman who had the *****, sense of humour and drive I had ever hoped for.  Our lives got in the way but - for those brief moments on that warm summer afternoon........aahhhh....
Cassia Aug 14
What if you were here now?
What if you laid beside me?
What if, when your dreams haunt you, love
I could calm your fears?

What if you could hold me
Not quite knowing why I cried?
What if, if you called me your love
I could call you mine?

What if I could trust you?
What if I could pull you near?
What if I looked into your eyes
And saw your love so clear?
Ahhh… what if.
I laid on my bed one night for an hour writing this. I almost expected someone to be there beside me.
Liz Carlson Jul 30
here i am
surrounded by so much love and laughter.

for so long i felt so alone
and not worthy of love.

what might have happened if i had this sooner?
Sometimes late at night,
I wish I could read your mind.
I wonder if your deepest thoughts
about me are either cruel or kind.

I wonder if you ever think of me
or how often I feel like you left me behind.
I wonder if we’ll ever be friends again,
but that just makes me wish time would rewind.

I’m sorry for how things ended with us,
but all I wanted was our relationship defined.
I still pray for you and I care about you deeply,
and more than anything, I just wish we could turn back time.
What if you could go back in time
to a certain moment in your past
hoping to alter your life’s grand design
and maybe change your future’s forecast?

Would you go back to the day your family fell apart,
or when your favorite childhood dog ran away,
or when your first love left and broke your heart,
or when you finally gave up and chose not to stay?

Ever wonder how different your life would be
if a few of those chapters could be rewritten?
Or if you accepted a few branches off the olive tree
instead of letting your *** of grudges thicken?

People say not to focus on what happened back then
or that the idea of “Everything happens for a reason” is true
but if I had the slightest chance to visit my past again,
I'd do everything in my power to erase you.
Martina Jun 26
Sorriderò e sorriderai ma non capirai
promesse che non potevi mantenere,
melodie che non suonano più bene
dicevi guarderemo il tramonto su una spiaggia
così stretti in un abbraccio da non respirare
in riva al mare a ballare
non ci importerà della pioggia
perché non ti lascerò andare
acquari, dischi e libri
io e te in un castello
era solo un sogno, era solo un gioco
seppur molto bello
le mie lacrime sanno di nostalgia mista a rabbia
perché in fondo
era solo un castello di sabbia.
This one's in italian but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Expectation, hopes and dreams for a relationship that do not come to life, has this ever happened to you?
JG May 10
What if I told I like you?
Would you stop talking to me?
Would you stay with her?
Would you hate me?

What if I told you I like it when you hold my hand?
Would you laugh?
Would you smile?
Would you call me crazy?
Or would you grab my hand?

What if?
I ask my self
should I tell you?
Or should I hide it?
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