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Solace 4d
moment of weakness, of carelessness
a scintillating sparkling spark and then--
"****!"

it all gushes out,
you poke and touch and squeeze
more. more more. addicted.
red brushstrokes in its wake, like Monet
wave the finger around to strangers!!

someone tells you to wash it off
the blood dotting the silver band, the written pages of scribbled font
not the right time, not the right person.
so they say, so they scrub with soap
--i'm taking it all back.

it stings now, doesn't it?
the shame, humiliation mixed in.
can't even twitch without the hissing pain
war veteran or loveless child
lethe, oh, lethe.

brush away the wilted petals from time to time
fine, it only hurts when you remember how
but the scar lingers--will linger.
as a teenager longs for soft eyes,
i do for you.
i loved you like
the earth loves the sun's rays whenever they burst through clouds
the boy loves the mom who hands him an extra cookie
the dreamcatcher loves the baby with sleep-coated eyes
the necklace loved the granddaughter losing it god-knows-where
the flower loved the romeo who clipped it from life
the yearbook loved all those students running and leaving
inkedsolace Dec 2024
Dragged up from these depths,
Lost in forgotten days,
Nostalgic reminiscing,
Flitting between mirages of past,
Those ancient times,
Which are set in stone,
To the
Misery-filled,
Regrettable,
Present.
Johnson Oyeniran Dec 2024
-Birthday wish


Chapter 29 was definitely not my cup of tea,

Perhaps Chapter 30 will turn out to be great for me.
Melancholy Dec 2024
Sometimes I wish that I could
Just disappear into the woods
And find a small cave
Or dig a small grave
And throw myself in, how I would

Sometimes, I don't wish; but I do
And I swear, it feels so ******* true
I go out, dig the grave,
Host a personal wake
Lie inside, close my eyes, then awake

Sometimes I wish that I could
Just do what I know that I should
What's best for me and for all,
Best for you, and the world
Me, dissappeared in a nook

Sometimes, it feels like a waste
Always brimming with hope to escape
With all I could do, all I could be,
All I could learn and feel and see
Staying still, stuck in time, stuck in place

Sometimes I wish that I could
Stop wishing and actually do
But I just sit and stare
at the clock's glaring glare
Tick-tock, as it mocks my despair

Sometimes I wish I were brave
Find the strength to step out of my way
And I think, what a shame,
Being born just to stay
the same
Day by day
Day by day
MuseumofMax Dec 2024
I went outside to look at the meteor shower

The sky was grey and foggy
The air was damp and cold

I tried to see the falling stars
But could only see the grey white sky

I wonder how many showers I’ve missed because of a stormy sky

I wonder how many falling stars I could’ve wished on
Zywa Dec 2024
The emigrants there

wear sneakers, they have a dream --


of buying real shoes.
Poem "Door het middenpad geslopen" ("Crept down the aisle", 2022, Emma Crebolder)

Collection "Passage Passion"
Juliana Dec 2024
Do you have any idea
How much I wish you were mine
hazem al jaber Dec 2024
I wish ...

The waiting for you ...
within my blood ...
It was like ...
The taste of wine vapors ...
Taste like the mystery of glow ...
In the fields of your lips ...
I was waiting for your face to shine ...
Like lightning in a bare silent sky ...
May you come as rain to wash my body ...
which ....
Freed from the dust of temptation and sins ...

I wish i were now ...
Your prey ...
Drowning in your nets ...
Occupying with all my corners ...
With the splendor and beauty ...
Of your majesty ...
To dwell in you...
All my life...
With the most wonderful happiness...

I with i were ...
Now...
In the lake of your heart...
Swim...
And drink...
From your sweet water ...

yes...
i wish ...

hazem al ...
I'm bored.
Bored of sitting around.
Bored of being accompanied but still feeling alone.
Bored of being up but still feeling down.
Bored of being brave but still feeling scared.
Bored of being connected but still feeling divided.
Bored of moving without movement, talking without speaking, living without living.
So I'll just lie in wait,
Waiting for a light in the dark,
Waiting for order in this chaos,
Waiting for a way out of it all,
I guess that's life; so I'll have to get on.
I'm bored.
Another poem I wrote years ago
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