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#itried
We have spoken of tacking Our ships away, Changing our divergence From one mile For every sixty sailed, To one mile every mile As we part at ninety degrees, Having sailed close aboard A few years with Turbulent waters between Our hulls Offset by occassional beautiful Moments of sunrise And reddened dusk, The sun is now more often Obscured by storm clouds, Black and angry, Unfeeling and irrational, Lightning-full and dangerous, With fewer sunny moments Or even any forecast The wind is picking up, And the waves have White caps on their heads, Spray bursts more often Over my bow and the rain Is freezing now Time not to tack so much As wear ship, Turn away from the wind, Give up the beat to windward, Accept the futility Of a fools errand, Slamming into a sea that Does not forgive nor want me, Turn instead south, Away from the teeth of A gale driven by spite and ADHD, Sail south and hope to find A sunnier clime Before my ship Finally Sinks
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
Wear Ship
I want to tell a story but I don't know where to start. See, I've kept the words hidden. Locked away inside my heart. Waiting for the day that you come find me. Waiting for the day you rescue me from the darkness in my heart. Yeah, I know you'll set me free. Free from all the doubts and lies I thought I had to tell myself. So worried about the thoughts and words from everybody else. It took me years to understand that life is not a race. If you make your own path and stay with it, someday you'll find your place. I don't want to wait anymore. I don't want to feel I've wasted my life waiting for a fantasy that may never be real. I want to prove I can be happy without you by my side so I'll give it one last shot and tell the story of the time I tried
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
The story of the time i tried
girl with sun-kissed cheekbones and golden-red hair fingertips brushing daisies in the warm summer air girl with freckles like stars tears like silver prayers don't stray too far in the warm summer air the sun's hugs feels like home the daisies like angel hair but when the sun sleeps you can't stay in the warm summer air you've fled too far in the warm summer air shadows stain your golden-red hair raging hot stars outshine your freckles and I cannot answer your helpless silver prayers the night swallowed your daisies without care ashes cover your golden-red hair but promise me you'll learn to see through despair to keep reaching to keep dreaming of your warm summer air
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
warm summer air
I don't dance, I said But my love for you is greater Than my need to not embarrass myself What is love without vulnerability So I danced that night As best as I could Pretended we were the only ones Left in that speakeasy The live music echoing through my body The alcohol moving through my veins And I don't dance But maybe for one night I can be the kind of person who does The kind of person who lets loose Twirls without care and loves their body Despite awkward hips Legs that stall and **** But tonight, I can become someone new Who lets themselves go uninhibited Who unapologetically twists and twirls Who shakes out the day, so tonight, I do dance - but maybe just with you
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Move
In that moment we are hopeless. When we seek attention. We are devoid of the fact that we'll never be seen. We'll get to explore the unknown with thoughts that make us sin. We expose us to gain. In the end all we get is pain. We seek attention. Believing we'll be noticed. Constantly wanting the fame. We forget what we wanted to get noticed. In the end, all respect is lost.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
legend of the seeker
So I tried everything you asked, I tried so hard I don't think I've ever tried this hard in my whole life, I don't think I'm ever going to make it to where you want me, and I don't think it's fair that you only love me if I climb there, At what point do I give up and accept that you're just an evil person?
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Everyday
we'll make love on the shore beneath the trees of sycamore a lilac scent in the air my fingers run through your hair your mouth leaves marks on my skin I can't suppress a silly grin I feel your hand run up my thigh my legs open, your reply and as the tide begins to shift your mouth gives a splendid gift all at once, I feel you tense your love for me, too immense once you have come inside and after you are satisfied I feel your tongue further down in this pleasure, I could drown I'll ride the waves and let go my heart is now set aglow so let's make love by the shore and I'll feel you in me once more
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Headland
Lovely Is what you are you drive me to the moon I can’t stop thinking about you wondrous..
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
wondrous
Sitting,thinking,pondering I turn to see a void Empty,dark,alone Past the darkness is a door I hear faint laughter behind the door I jump into the void in an attempt to gain access to the door I hold my breath but its not enough Now I sit here hearing the laughter behind my door
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Gateway
I wish people could hear music the same way I do. I almost feel bad that people can't tap into my brain and hear the musical pulled apart into sections. Melody Harmony Each instrument going separately and yet all of the pieces coming together to create this... Masterpiece. I've tried to explain it to people. And no matter how hard I try, nobody will ever truly understand it. And that's okay.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Orchestral
I tried to live I tried to love I tried to feel I tried to breath I feel like I tried so much nothing works Do you see my attempts or just my failure
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
I tried
I drove past the place where we first met today. I felt cold and fragile. I guess nothing has changed. The discomfort overwhelmed my basic senses, and I couldn't see straight. I pulled over to gather myself, I found it difficult to breathe The past eight months has been denial personified, a constant false assurance that everything is alright and that I'm happy for you. Happy that you're comfortable in life, but I'm still running away from mine. Happy. I'm happy.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
I Dont Want To Run Anymore
That moment when you feel like your slowing down and everything around you is replaced or misplaced or even just falling apart, because you don't know what else to believe or even think when that one person comes to your mind because it's been a while since you guys have talked and the last time you spoke was when that person decided to leave you for another person.                  -s.g
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
That moment..
Shaky breathing Jelly legs As I watch you from across the room Laughter echoing Your face lighting up like the sun Oh the way you smile Makes me go crazy Eyes crinkling Dimples showing Tugging a string in my chest You stop talking and turn your head Our eyes meet I hold my breath Heart beat quickens Hands start to get sweaty You smile Corners of my mouth start to twitch I smile back
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Smiles and cheesy poems
Your eyes Your lips Your touch Your hair Oh god, your hair I love it so much you have no idea Your smile Your laugh You You You have no flaws at all I just want to confess That you are the only one that make sense F.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
Confess
I see you, standing there, With the same sparkle in your eyes, and that flawless hair. I see you, walking past, And the memories we had, they flood in fast. I see you, smile on your face, And i think of us, how we fell from grace. I see you, with a new guy, But i can't feel anymore, no matter how hard i try. I see you, happy again, And i know it hurts me, but i cant feel the pain. I see you, looking at me, but for the first time in my life, i feel free. Free of the chains that held down my heart, Free of the pain that broke me apart. I see you, and i don't bat an eye, I've finally let go, and that's no lie. Now that i'm free, i feel like i can fly, Flying way up high, soaring through the sky.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
I see you
She made me ,you know. Remove blades from their housings And sheath my soul. Drive knifes and daggers into her back. Part the flesh from bone. Coward she cried. But gritting her teath for more Shed lie here on on my bed. Or sprawled across the floor Shed block my paths out. My routes through the doors She would make me harm herself When she couldn't any more
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
She did
why can't people just admit they have done wrong. why do they need to find someone to blame and make them fell awful, put them to shame. Can't you see I'm trying my best, but I wont submit to you. Not like the rest. Just admit your faults the rest of us do you're not perfect. You make mistakes too.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Mistakes
I am twenty-one years old and I have saved two lives— a girl whose throat closed despite her and a boy who thought he had no other choice. By all accounts, I am a heroine, a savior, some divine-palmed human spread thin among peers who are the same. The same— who fear the dark as fully as I and need the quiet, sometimes, when the din of all the mouths talking at once becomes more heavy than loud. Be gentle, love, approach me slowly— do not touch my shoulder when my eyes turn to glass and know that I hate to be hugged because your arms will trap my fear somewhere within me. I suppose there’s a reason no one writes what happened to Odysseus and how the gods felt after their story ended.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Truth About Glory
Empty branches, nakedness stark, Against an undescribable grey dark, Sky, Evergreens mockery, of winter's brown, Mist so heavy the tall grass will surely drown, Fog Mixed with rain to the air a heaviness brings, Here's the deal, there surely will be, Spring! Bring on the poetry, Hands not frozen To an aging keyboard Unseasonably warm So why am I so cold? This too is a season, Or a trial of reason It ....appears.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
one season at a time
i crave the taste of stale cigarettes and beer cuz it was the taste of your mouth what happened here? i long for the misspelled drunk texts that once annoyed me phone buzzes i flinch, reflex. i ache for the feeling of your chest under my head as i fall asleep only way i could rest i hunger for your love -all to myself we never should of.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
i hurt for you