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Lane O Aug 2020
If I could, I would

I'd collect your worries
like water from a stream
let your rills of anguish
wash over me

If I could, I would

Your pain that festers
like a storm inside
I'd take it all for myself
let it be my demise

If I could, I would

You are beautiful
don't let my words run astray
just know you are my world
my Sun, my everything
Sometimes pain, worry, anguish, heartache, disappointment are very burdensome for our loved ones. I wish that in their times of hardship I could take it all for myself and let them be filled with happiness, but we can't "take" others emotions, we can comfort them, make them laugh, or try to console them the best we can, but we can never actually "steal" their grief, and cast it away. If I could, I would.
Mary Frances Jul 2020
I have been listening to you. To all your worries and pain, your sorrows and tears, your brokenness and shame. I've witnessed everything, held you heart and loved you all the same.

But when my time came and all of me became broken, why did you throw me away?
No matter what distressing times I face,
When storms and rains replace the sunny days,
When things I counted on fail to sustain me,
There’s nothing we can’t handle,
When you are with me.
If those I thought were friends act more like foes,
If I start to lose the things I hold really close,
I know you'll listen,
You'll hear,
You'll love me and will always be near.
When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,
When problems seem too great, overwhelming and supersized,
Your hand will be upon me and your Spirit will constantly remind me,
Great is your word concerning me.
It’s so comforting, to realize,
You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my trusted Friend,
To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,
You'll love me and support me to the very end.
#Angiepraise
God will never leave you nor forsake. He is with you to the very end
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

I seem to be deaf to the moon.
So pure yet cold,
it's soft light whispering deep
into my soul, lulling me to a peaceful
rest and yet, I turn away
Various seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years blow by like the wind;
fleeting and colourless
Am I not just a speck of dust,
a dancing vapour,
a grain of sand that will
crumble and be forgotten?
How I yearn to be more,
transcend through this mortal coil
to be free of any burdens
to not let my emotions gnaw and drink
from the pools of my sense
my securities
my dreams
and turn a woodland meadows
of light, life and birdsongs
into a blackened forest with raining
ash, brimstone sky
My quill and ink are there
but my hand turns to
that of golden stone, beautiful
but stiff
Still lost I am...
Where is the girl I thought I was?
I fear that all I've cloaked
I will one day become...
I know it's all obscure
But I plan to overcome


Imposter syndrome, a demon that is so hard to **** at times.
Anais Vionet Jun 2020
The day is new and not yet lost to summer heat.
Flowers blush and preen in morning breezes.
Let me whisper fears before the day consumes you
My fickle friend, another shadows your affections
Distracted lover another twirls for your attention
I'm losing confidence, and I think I'm losing you.
In the remaining shadows, leaves still brandish dew
A poem about teen, love and morning worries
Don't look at your scars and be ashamed.
Look at them as a reminder that you are strong,
and that what you're going through will get better.
Don't be ashamed of your scars, as they do not define you;
things are sent to test us, to push us to our limits, but don't give up.
Just remember whatever you're feeling now will soon be gone.
Your worries will be lifted, and you'll be thankful that you got to see the sun rise another day.
Pman Jun 2020
Here I go again.
The pressure slowly rises
While teasing back to the times of old.

Times of excitement
Times of ease
Times of happiness

But the happiness fades,
As the darkness sets in.
The pain grows stronger,
As the weight piles on again

Here I go again,
Countless nights of lost sleep,
As those thoughts slowly creep back in

I lay here, petrified
With tearful eyes
And Emotions running high

Reminiscing in the past,
Only in regretful moments.
Thinking of the future,
Only images of despair.

How much longer do I have to pretend?
Is it all really worth it in the end?
Eva May 2020
Is it possible to have absolutely nothing on your mind.
Just staring at the cracks in the ceiling,
while scrunched in bed.
The gentle taps of the rain
would lightly knock on your windowsill.
Your favorite song-
escaping from your earbuds.
And for a moment, you forget about the world
and all your worries.
MDtheWordsmith May 2020
Cool rain falls on me
The world feels a bit lighter
Rain cleanse my worries
old willow May 2020
In eastern hill, the lake is murky,
sky wearing crimson colour flurries.
There're rumors of a mysterious sage
Who could answer many worries.
I find I'm crowded full of parting's feelings,
Alas, he does not wish for healing.
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