#mypoems
‘Im new to poetry’
I say as i read my poems from 2 years ago
When will i stop feeling new
Like my poems are nothing but an illusion of hard work
When i write a poem and post it immediately after
With no double check
Just so i dont overthink it
When will i finally believe i know what im writing
When will i believe in myself
In my metaphors
My similes
My work
I'm not new to poetry
But if you ask
I will say i am
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
Here of all places,
We had a hope of victory.
But it’s over and we know it
So don’t cry for me.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
It was the way he looked at me...
with an awkward almost visible but not there smile
the first time he said good bye
it was nice meeting you
he said
I looked for the emotion behind it
almost there , almost not.... almost only imaginable
I may never know....
It was the way he could add a smiling emoji to his texts
never using the real thing
just symbols.... in 2018...
weird yet still cool...
np.... with a symbol at the end...that became our thing...
the way you block or unsave my number whenever,
only to save it again.
and its better than any text I'd read any day
our random conversations
where I never know how far to reach
because I can only respect you.....
sitting with you.
next to you.
you interpreting things I say
you being proud of things I say to people
but not to me directly....
or the way you close one eye when you talk to me
or see me.
or the way we pretend not to see each other
sometimes
or I pretend alone.... I dont know.....
I go out and mind my business
I see you and its supposed to be a good day
but you are angry
I know..... I feel it in your tone, or how
you just cannot look me in the eye...
it pains me so to think you dont want to talk to me
or say anything at all.
I end up missing you, while standing next to you.
I like you.
I'm just confused if you do too.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
with everything i've been through
i know i deserve consolation
i deserve a feast and a party
and i deserve to yell
to yell out my anguish and to yell at your face
to yell in delight and to yell out my hate
i can't seem to yell
i can't feel it'd do me justice if i let my heart out
because the world ***** and sometimes i do too
but my heart is something that wont ever let me down
and letting anyone see it would be unfair
unfair for me and unfair for my heart
so i let my heart out when im out for a swim
i wear it as a crown and i let it gleam
and when im submerged, underwater, in a dream
i'll let out my watered down scream
and with that my heart can be free
it can yell and shout and breathe
cause my heart sounds untamed and demented and deranged
and the water helps it grasp its own sanity
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
The rhythm of my poems is my broken heart beat
To express my agony is what I seek
No formal training have I had
It all comes out the good and the bad
The ink is my blood, I let it soak my page
Sometimes it comes out as rage
Sometimes it's just sad, and tugs at the heart
But every single poem, of me is a part
Sometimes the ink runs that is my tears
I tell my story, I let you look at my fears
Sometimes my inks sticky that is my blood
Sometimes my poems are like a flood
Sometimes the inks salty that is my sweat
My poems some will not get
Sometimes my poems scare
But I don't care
My poems my heart and my life
It's always been full of strife
I'm not one to tell you everything will be fine
And in doing so I'm being kind
You read enough of my writings
You'll see that I'm fighting
One day at a time, I write it all down
In my poems my life is found
It's all on the page
My agony, my fear, and my rage
If my poems make you feel something
Then it was worth the suffering
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
My poems are not brilliant
They have no meter nor rhyme
My poems are not published
They are hardly worth a dime
My poems are read little
They are enjoyed even less
My poems are not witty
Slightly amusing at best
My poems are fun to write
They bring me simple pleasure
My poems are nothing, true
Yet writing is sure treasured
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC