john 9h
your worth
cannot be defined
by those who judge you.

only you can define
your self worth.

sometimes people cloud your vision,
but you are worth everything.

You are the narrator of your own life!
The strongest
Is cut
Most sincere
Of love
Anna 2d
I see him every single day. The longing inside of me aches for his acknowledgement. His knowing of my existence.But truly I should hate him. He is a monster after all.  I hide in the shadows of halls and argue with myself. There are people at my school who cannot let others joy pass through their sights. It’s as if their desire is to make everyone else weak so therefore they can maintain their power. But what is power that is taken from negativity? I will never know so therefore I will never speak up. I can’t speak up. No one will ever hear me or see me. No one even notices me unless I fall and cry or break when the teacher calls on me. I’m their daily amusement. My hands are always clenched in agony and my heart is always being ripped into shreds from vain conquests. Despite the tear in my throat my heart beats for the ailing souls of the forgotten. It knows what the others don’t see and hear. Despite my agonizing breathes of air I’m still alive today. How I can still walk with my breaking bones and how I can still see through the foggy lenses society has bestowed upon me is truly beyond me.

I cannot allow myself to speak. Speaking takes energy. I don’t have enough energy to simply express my being and then have my voice heard. My voice is quiet and raspy with edges of cut mirrors and thorny rose bushes. I used to be a lemon tree sweet and sour but golden and sunny as most people expected from me and came to realize and to be simply put that was their recognition. But then the hazy storms of dread pricked my fragile fingers and brought forth blood of ruins. I was ruined. But at first they didn’t care. They wanted to see me for the way they knew me and not the way I had became. How was it fair that she got the recognition from her ex and not I? Not everyone knows of my full story simply because of the sacred secrecy I have been cursed with. He has banished all thoughts of fantasy and left me as a beggar for mercy.
Red is
I hope it will not be
everything you see when you look
at me.
Accept the flaws in myself,
lasso the breadth
of my errors
with no regret.

I believe there's a switch
where the matter
lives in a state
of yes or no.

Commit to the wind in word,
I won't wrestle
control from
anyone but me,
and my worst self.

Empathy on high,
Sympathy on low,
Compassion on,
for transparency.
Compassion off,
for sympathy play.

I am not a means,
I am a world.

My worth
is not measured
in the weight
of my faith in
and the care I take
of others.
Kiara Plummer Jan 11
He held all I saw-
Glistening eyes,that held generosity;
Black shiny locks, made to show his beauty.
A voice, like one's favorite lullaby,
His personality was golden.

He's talented, a singer to be exact,
But not one who brags-
His voice wasn't made for bragging,
It was made for entertaining others.

His style was elegant like his voice-
Nothing to flashy, to show off;
Or to criticize others about dressing,
But style to suit himself.

Life isn't for criticizing;
It is based on togetherness.
What's beauty if one can't compliment?
It's not made to just stare back at yourself!

Beauty is in everyone,
It just needs to be expressed-
Not judged on outer appearance;
But on the inner one.
I wrote this poem about someone I met, all out of inspiration. I hope you enjoy!
AmeriMav Jan 10
In vain I try to count your worth
Try to open long sealed up jars
Finding dazzling gems I unearth
It's like counting the night sky stars
Love, the soul prison soon unbars
Your vast value you soon shall see
Cracking like light pierced, life long scars
You'll know your importance to me
Huitain form
AmeriMav Jan 10
You're like the sun's golden glow
The peace of soft rolling tides
The silver moonlight shadow
But worth so much more
Dodoitsu form
Poetic T Jan 9
If we give into others fears,
where just a reflection
                            of there worth.

Always look inward,
              you'll find that mirror
              reflecting the true you.

And remember there's is broken for a reason.
E Jan 9
She dances in the vast plain darkness
With struggle and agitation,
She makes her way through the top
Then goes all the way falling down

She , herself wanted to run
She never knew how to love herself
And yet she knows her worth
More than rubies , diamonds and gold
First poem of the year 2019 !!!
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