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#neverandaday
It's so easy to forget,                                            Then suddenly... gone Let thoughts just slip away...                      a      I agree though, Let them fade into non-existence.                   w      It's sad Or at least that's how people play it.            a                  Sad how easy it is Honestly...                                                                           To pretend to If you try to forget something,                            t        care The more it just sticks with you.       a                                  love Anything you want to remember...              o            dream Well, that just seems to slowly f            l                                     forget But that's all life really is, isn't it?                                                                                     One big old pretence
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Dear Mikayla Hughes,
If you go down to the woods today You're sure of a big surprise If you go down to the woods today You might even meet your demise Because today’s the day they all have their picnic. Every last one who's been cruel to you is sure of a treat today There's lots of innocent thoughts to ruin and many dreams crush Anywhere possible, where nobody sees they'll taunt and slice as long as they please That's the way they all have their picnic Picnic time for them all They're all having a lovely time today Watching, waiting for the perfect time... They see you gaily gad about You loved to play and shout You never had any cares But at six o'clock your Mummy and Daddy can't take you home at all 'Cause all you are is their dead little victim. If you go down to the woods to day, You better not go alone. It's alluring down in the woods today, But safer to stay at home. For every bully or abuser or hater or cheater ever there was will gather there for certain Because... Today’s the day the ones that ruined your life will have their picnic...
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Funeral Poem
*Tears are like rain. Sometimes there's too much... Sometimes too little. But no matter what they are essential for life*
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Untitled
Innocent lives Told there's no hope Hope for life, for happiness Innocent lives Nobodies there Kind words all but forgotten Innocent lives Lives not worth living Lives to be given up on? Giving up...the easy option for those Innocent Lives Vertical drop onto concrete pavement Eager watchers there only for self gain Until there's the need for help by your side they'll stay Pacing, plotting waiting for the day... The day you'll give up One life One chance. I think I'd give up too...
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
I think I'll give up too.
One Step The only way is forwards One Path The only one I'll take One Destination The only one I'll get to One Life The only one I've got One Chance The only one I should need One Shot To **** or to succeed
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
One Shot...
Rainbow sheep, Loneliness and Living in a Hole
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
How to sum us up?
1 Falling 2 Help me 3 I can't control this 4 No one can hear me 5 I should let go 6 Falling 7 Not worth it 8 Drowning 9 Breathing 10 Still Living
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
I won't let you win
Y'know I haven't in a while, Haven't needed to feel the pain. But for some reason I let a common internet troll get to me. So now I guess I leave the site, and hang my head in shame... I played around with putting my feelings out there, But this has proven it.... I can't trust anything
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Slit my wrist?
Symbol of joy, and things that have been. Searching for wonders, And things unseen. Symbol of peace, And summers long past. Searching for secrets, and things that will last. Symbol of pain, and wars from afar. Searching for friendship, and leaving with scars. Symbol of change, and those friends long dead. Searching for laughter, and leaving with hearts of lead. Symbol of unity, and standing together. Searching for the end, and finding it lasts forever.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Very Old Poems (Mark 1)
You are dreams to me magical and mystical but fleeting You are hope to me strong and powerful but diminishing You are forever to me continuous and intriguing but pointless You are laughter to me my only thoughts to me the saviour from my darkest days to me                                                            twisting changing Calm down and trust it, they say
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Praise Song for My Future
You told me you trusted me, Made me think we were okay. Stroking my hair and smiling, Like forever would be this way. But then things changed, You said I wouldn't understand... Treated me like I wouldn't care If you pushed me away... I tried talking... But my words never seem to make sense. They don't fall into place... Not like your lies... The thing is darling, I actually cared... But when you push someone away, Eventually they'll just let go...
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
I leave you be..
Do you think if I ignore you it might make you notice me more..?
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Untitled
I remember when we met; You stood in that classroom, And all I thought was... "She is going to annoy me" It turns out you do... But no matter how many times I **** you off, Or you annoy me to death... We tried to remain friends... But lately your changing... Or maybe its me... We're becoming more different. It's harder for us to relate. I find myself wondering why... Why we're still friends...? Why I put up with you? Why you stick with me...? I thought I might be going mad, It's always been a possibility... I thought I was being pedantic But the arguments are always the same... I came to decision today, About why we're still friends. It's not because we click, Nor because we get along... It's more to do with how we don't... You drive me crazy, And I probably do the same for you. But no matter what we're both there... Through thick and thin. So... No matter how much you hate me... No matter how many times I tell you to go away... We'll still be together... For Kate
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Best Friends?
Please don't tell me you care... It just gets my hopes up... And I don't want them crushed again
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Untitled
Are you okay? No not really but I have to sound perfect around you so I guess I'm okay Why do you keep asking me if you look okay? Because I don't believe you Why do you keep fiddling with your hair? Because it looks terrible and maybe if I keep messing with it, it might look alright You're fine with us being just friends, right? No. Not at all. If I value you enough to stay friends with you it means I really want you back. Why do you keep leaving me? Because that way you won't leave me first
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Real answers to the questions Girls lie about the most
It's funny how people forget, That underneath those white stones There are people... Young men. Men that hadn't even started living. It's not just a name on a pretty white stone, Covered in roses and poppies, That hide what lies beneath. Those are men who stood up with real courage, Not like what you read in books, But real courage. They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't... But they still stood. Unlike you and I who just complain, Those men fought for our future... So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone, They are the real Heros
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
White
Poetry has become my self harm, I only write at my lows... Instead of blood I see words, Instead of a blade I have a keyboard... I want to write about... The wind dancing with the sea... Or... The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face... I don't want poetry to be my self harm, Because poetry is beautiful... An art... Not. Just. Blood. And. Scars.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
I don't want Poetry to be my self harm
Sticks and stones May break my bones, But words... They really hurt me... To feel this pain, And show it hurts, I'll take a blade and make a cut, Once... Or Twice... Or maybe more.. Just to feel alive... But that's not what I want anymore, To feel alive... If words never hurt me... Then I will... I'll take that blade and make one last cut... And maybe then... you might stop... But sticks and stones are what break my bones, And words aren't meant to hurt me...
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Sticks and Stones
I know I'm six foot, Have fiery red hair, And less common sense than a goldfish... But is it too much to ask you to stay? I know I've got baggage, More than I should, And yes that's not your problem, But I only want you to stay... I know I'm not perfect, Far from it, And if that's what you're looking for then I'm not for you.. But all I want is for someone to stay...
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Please Stay
*I Wish I could Cry my fears away* *So Much Time is lost being scared but nothing done*
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Tears
I promised only butterflies... But that promise I cannot keep. For inside my head there's a wailing.. A screeching... I just want it to stop...                                         y It wants pain..it'll stop for pain..         a But I promised only butterflies..             w And I don't want them to drift   a
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Drifting Away...
*What creature would land On an arm as scarred as mine...?*
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
Untitled
Dear Random Stranger, I don't think you understand, How much what you did means... By stopping for a single moment, And actually caring... Well it kinda changed me. I can't fully express my gratitude, For I have never been great with words... But that single moment changed my future... So, although it barely brushes the surface... Thank You
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
Dear Random Stranger, (Part 2)
Oh Lord, I believe you have not thought through, This "gift" you give to me. In reality I do not want it anymore... No matter what I do with it the outcome is the same... Death I'll end up buried 6ft underground, In a casket made of the sorrows of those who loved me, Loved me, even though they knew what would happen... So Lord, I do not want this gift of Life. Because with it I can do nothing... Take my life and give it to someone better... That way I can be 6ft under the ground in peace...
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
"The Greatest Gift...."
So much of me is hidden under socks and sleeves
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Socks and Sleeves (10w)