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Teasing each other under the sun Waiting for me in the nearby park We run and search in the daylight And the daylight passes just like that Everything's blurred like a children's sketch In the old playgrounds the dogs play fetch There's something that doesn't quite feel right It doesn't feel right.. in the night We've been going around too long Haven't found what we've been looking for And the day is over, I start to feel heavy The place has started to feel dreary The wind pushes me back to my home In my bed to rest and my eyes to close Just to be with you and feel your arms around Then we turn of the light, and we don't hear a sound A light television is buzzing in the distance My eyes fall on me in an instant You arms are warm but something doesn't feel right It doesn't feel right.. it's out of my sight My heavy head is taking me places I wake up missing my light and my senses There's something wrong or out there I don't know if it's inside here My lamp won't turn, the flames won't burn I ask for help you try again You go for the main light, it won't work I only get spared one that's just dim and faint In semi darkness we just lay No light will come to the bay You just sit there and I call Who do I call, what do I call? It's just out there
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
Old nostalgia
You told your lies, And i followed. Innocent & bovine, Little did i know, Like the piper, You were leading me, To a ravine.
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
The Pied Piper
Beautiful soul I wanna bear it all Pink lips, tan skin Every second with you is sin I want us naked It's hard but we can make it Our love can defy all the laws I wanna see all of your flaws I wanna touch the light coming out of it Let's tangled our lights where it can fit   Slowly assassinating my soul You are the best thing I've ever hold Poison or cure I'll sip it if you pour
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Naked and Unafraid
indefatigable fools fighting currents Acting all different just to stand out Arguing with reality frightened by normality Majority ain't got time for this purposeless rebellion. Tryin to impress with a dead dude's philosophy but got no original thoughts. Taking big like some prodigy What a sad parody Nothing but mindless beans looking for a way outa responsability Social rejection Drug addiction blaming side affects of anxiety and depression Left behind bruised and beaten People shout, "just shut up Sit back in your sadle You ain't surviving this battle;  Life It hands out punches just roll with it go with the flow No need to stay low, tho Let 'em know who's the real you" But incorrigible fools ignoring advise Not worth ego sacrifice they see no alternative but a prideful stride to suicide
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
purposeless rebellion
this life is not always about our dreams that are expected instead the reality of our life becomes merely accepted it's not wonderful nor is it bad something about realization is sad we just accept the mediocrities when we wish to attain our wildest abilities
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
the comfort of reality
*Sometimes at highs sometimes at lows, Striking hard yet the life flows, Never plan forever the life moves in the loops, Atop in love followed by droops. Come out of the life humdrum, Let the spirit resonate with the drum. Facing each other clap and stoop, A gentle hop move in the hoop. Come dressed up making one hoop, Let the music play dance with your troupe.*
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
Garba and life
*There must be meaning If we are doomed to find it All our lives*
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
3-Line Poem: July 31
They will not know when im gone, if they call or text and I dont reply they would simply think im busy, not dead. "No, he would never do that, he is such a happy man." No im not! I am not happy, I am capable to inflict such horror upon myself. They would drop to there knees and gasp as they saw my body. Maybe I didnt do it myself, maybe others did it to me. But the impact is all the same. Why does it take a death or a loss to awaken ones eyes. To truly see the beauty of ones soul, as it passes gentle and free through the room and out to the unknown. As judgmental eyes gaze upon the dead, speaking only of a waste of life this is, gone too soon, (tear after tear shed) BLAH BLAH BLAH! Enough! If you had any common sense you would know to cherish the life that stands before you. yes, iv made mistakes along the way but never anything like that! To cheat on you? With filth like that? Its a crime just to mutter the words! How dare you. But. Nevertheless, what is done is done, if I go mad in the few short weeks, they would never know. Would you be at the crime scene? Or the funeral?
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Sweet passing in the darkness
*Leaving marks Wherever the hand is Filth going with every stroke Everyone blames the root for the evil No matter, the tree does the evil Foul fingers deep in fault I digress, I cower And my mouth saves by spouting lies Call me the forerunner of silent sinning Proud heart, detestably weak mind All I am able is point fingers To those who did me no wrong And sit in the corner, unprotesting Which immensely shadows me From a fainthearted dark*
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Pointed Fingers
There's difference, Between everything. Repentance through our actions. Distance through time. Riddance through death. Hence we still act as if nothing happened.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
//H E N C E.