#poerty
I've never trusted anyone as much as I trust my pen and paper.
Not even myself.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
The first time I showed my grandmother my poetry,
she looked me straight in the eye and said,
"You know poets die young."
I tried to push it away for years,
just crazy words,
from a dementia-suffering old woman.
Now I can find the truth in the words.
We are a community of wandering souls,
looking for a place to call home,
looking for someone to love
that will love us back.
We're a group of people who hide pain,
who shove it into words,
as we cry silent tears,
every day becoming heavier
under the weight of the world.
No wonder we die young.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
Suicide looks prettier at night
it convinces you that
The street lights
Will die
With you
Whispers in your ear
All the things you beg
To not hear
It reminds you of the things
You can never forget
Drills it into your skull
Until it's all that's left
It ties you up
Keeps you alone
Cuts off your fingers
And smashes your phone
It leaves you to sit by yourself
in the dark
To watch the stars
Cry themselves to sleep
It puts on some makeup to cover its tears
And speaks with you
about your fears
You tell it everything
How could you not?
It's so pretty and calm
the night sets the scene:
a romantic night
A knife on the table
And pills in the drink
A noose acts as our light
As we chat about things
You share your deepest secrets
And it listens, never talks
Let's you talk until your voice is lost
at the end of the night
It leaves with a kiss
But your still tied up
And you start to miss
The company
Of suicide
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
I may be patient, but nothing close to love sick –
Mind my twisted thoughts, to the twist of my hand;
The handy character, still carrying their tender wrist –
My heart beats true, to the beat of being so tender –
But it’s so hard, learning to love those I long to hate,
And I always ask myself, “can I really do all of this”
Yet, I don’t expect the purest of love from a heart –
A wicked place; a hollow that can pompously say,
“I love you,” with deceitful lips.
Actions speak louder than words; as your actions
All carry their own intentions, that you choose not
To whisper them all – __only the heart knows!__
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
do you love me Bipolar –
My heart is in a bit of disorder;
ordering my emotions, suspended by
the winds blowing me into my
Mood swings.
Does loving me sometimes feel
too irrational – do I
give you a sense of Phobia; I
cannot Lie; I have
_thanatophobia_
and the someone I love,
that I fear losing - in All honesty,
is losing myself to _Love…_
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
Soft glow, a flicker, shadows dance,
Whispers soft, a gentle hand,
Eyes that meet, a tender gaze,
Lost in love, in an endless maze.
Candlelight casts a warm embrace,
Time stands still, in this sweet space,
Hearts entwined, a silent vow,
Love's pure flame, forever now.
As the night deepens, stars above,
Sealed with kisses, born of love,
In this moment, time takes flight,
Candlelight's magic, burning bright.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
I have this overwhelming feeling
A loneliness I can’t escape
Long days, with thoughts of you
I’m falling in love with you again
I don’t know if you will ever know
How it is to have someone forever in your thoughts
You consume my existence
As my heart cries out, hoping you will hear
Morning hues, a sunrise that brings me light
Remind me of you, your palette of choice
Your brushstrokes upon the canvas
Tells the tale of your heart
Can you feel,
The warmth of my heart?
How it beats for you?
The longing that is deeply engraved upon it?
I am so very lonely
Yet my feelings remain unchanged
An overflowing cup that never empties
As I fall in love with you, again, every day anew
The sun sets, the night sky
Your darkened palette
Brushstrokes painted by the pale moonlight
As the end grows near for the long day
You are So Far Away
My feelings are eternal, never letting go
As I wake every morning to your colors
As I retire every evening to darkened skies
My heart yearns for thee
Unchanged feelings
Can you feel my love across this distance?
The quantum entanglement of our souls?
I have fallen in love with you, every day
A year of longing
Ten months of love-filled thoughts
So far away, but always in my heart
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
must you love me – accident prone; it could be my
clumsy self that made me fall in love. you hate smokers,
around you; I really hope I’m not too much of a drag
yet the laughter, and the sun follow you around like
smoke– addicted, they must love you
_And she asked me:_
“darling, do you think you could handle me,”
while twisting my thoughts by the handle to my heart’s
door – that’s my handful; being handy to remind you,
your eyes are beautiful. but I always seem too naked with my
thoughts, would you bear with me, be bare with me
stripped of false disguise – let me know your inner child from
your mother’s womb. the heat of your body that fires the spark
between us both; aroused in your presence, and yearning for
more, by the lack there of.
pen words of worth to penetrate your thoughts, rising
up in anticipation to that sensual mountaintop, as your
passion is to spasm for me, in this naked trust of love
_in this very moment, we are one._
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
The canvas of our lives, a year of shades,
Of stormy hues and shadows deeply laid.
But through the tempest, hand in hand we stayed,
Our love a beacon, fear and doubt allayed.
You, my artist, with colors bold and bright,
Painted resilience, bathed our world in light.
Your strokes of courage, turning darkest night,
Into a dawn where hope and love ignited.
My sweetest addiction, your soul, a vibrant hue,
My strongest inspiration, forever seeing you.
There's no mountain high, no challenge we can't subdue.
As long as you are mine, forever and anew.
For you, my love, I'll climb the highest peak,
A loyal guide, the work my heart will speak.
My best friend, my confidante, forever meek,
Whenever you may need me, I will never forsake.
I'll cherish every moment, every whispered phrase,
Your laughter, your tears, the love that softly sways.
Each passing day, my love for you ablaze,
A fire burning brighter in a wondrous haze.
The world may dim, but with you, my love's aflame,
Chasing shadows, whispering your name.
A dream come true, erasing every pain,
My sweetest addiction, forever and again.
I'll hold you close, my love, a tender embrace,
Never letting go, this love with find it's place.
In every sunrise, every moonlit space,
My love for you, a timeless, sacred grace.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
_pink blossoms_ – in the forest of thoughts; I seem
so lost. as a storyteller, I must have consumed a library,
every day is a memory of all that you’ve learned, and
the scriptures on your skin of the Word
where true prophecy reigns – the taste of one’s future
rains, watering faith’s garden. you beautiful tragedy,
making blissful mistakes – life hurts and stresses you
out with heavy thoughts of tomorrow, that you seem
too scared to even let down your hair; it's an anchor
yet in these pink blossoms, any piece of hope blossoms
like a blush on your face – when the slightest beauty
smiles back at your worried face… weary child,
go and pray.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
To write is a boon
its something too slow,
yet something too soon.
its a lover's plea,
its the desire to be free.
its somewhat like a jewel,
so precious,
yet so cruel.
Is to write a boon or a bane?
words and text,
formed like a chain
to others, just a page,
to you, emotions in a cage.
it breaks people from the inside,
tears were flown
as they were trying to hide.
Poetry is something like a burning fire,
it's deceiving and thieving,
it can be pure
but truly a liar.
its heartless and repeating,
so alive but so dull
as the words are bleeding.
Face of a reader,
with agony in his heart.
mind of a poet,
is what sets him apart.
misery is for those, who cannot survive
its for those who are barely alive.
let your conscious grow higher,
look into the words
as your throat goes dryer.
think of, when you read,
the face of whom you admire.
to write is a boon,
men cry,
women swoon.
more or less,
like talking to the moon.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:02 AM UTC
Anyone can write a poem
I mean, they’ve never passed a law
and with the quick access to paper
and all.
Of course, the serial poet’s the danger
that keeps us up at night - someone lacking
the gene for rhyme control. Normal people can’t
imagine such wonton, naked promiscuity with words.
It’s best that we ignore them - to nip it in the bud.
A real collective effort is required - let us build
institutional archives - yes - we’ll call them libraries - to
lock such verse away - may it never again see the light of day.
If you catch a child with a pencil, slap it out of their little hand
because we cannot start too early in discouraging needless rhyme.
This public service announcement - pointing out this new “poetry”
trend - was made for the benefit of all.
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
I want to write a song
I want to be a songwriter
I want to dream a dream
I want to be a dreamer
I want to write a poem
I want to be a poet
I want my poetry to be spread
So that someone will finally feel it
The eyes are sparkling with too much glam
Who has the power to achieve it?
The heart is burdened with too much pain
Who has the power to enter it? Then to heal it?
Then to return it to its original keeper.
Because she lost it while she was floating in gold
Golden dreams would never find its way to her miserable heart
Her miserable heart that wishes to be it all
But here she is, here she goes
Writing about her inability to let her dreams out of this ripped gray closet
She writes them down in her white screen
Perhaps someday, somebody will find it,
Will find it rare.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 6:59 PM UTC
Look outside,
It's a beautiful morning
The sun is shining so bright
Birds singing so sweet
Flowers blooming so beautiful
Butterflies flying so colorful.
Take a deep breath,
Put a smile on your face
Think how blessed you are.
You'll never have this day again.
Start this day with a new hope.
Leave every bad memories behind,
Live this day like its your last.
Make it incredible as far as you can
Smile, enjoy this day.at least you can try.
And don't wait for a better tomorrow
Let's make a better today
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
If your feelings to be wild, language must be wild.
හැඟීම් වල්වැඳිමට නම් භාෂාව වල්වැඳිය යුතුය.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
Your deceitful words and actions will forever be in my mind.
They hurt like hell but thank to them i stand unblind
And realize with pain, that you were never mine
You ask for a forgivness i can never give,
Despite how much our voices we crave
with that we shall ever live.
You left me with a fear i've never felt,
Your pain made me forget how i used to melt
in your gaze, but now my heart for peace only prays...
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
no wrong love
no more harm
no more... anymore
Goodbye ♥
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I just sometimes
want you always
but not forever !
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
My words to all of you " Dear Poets ";
Please, be and stay safe <3
Blessed !
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
Isn't this what you wanted -
This voice, does it help?
No matter, what's been written -
Best keep it to yourself
Your words, yes you with the pen -
Tell truths best unsent, let it die
You opened this door,
To a world made to hide
Friends who knew better
Gone, left you behind
Family, leave them
Less burdened by whys
Madness, you have it -
They need not admire
Talk to yourself
Alone they are fine
I said, talk to yourself
Alone they're just fine
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
Born of mind and heart and folded by the soul,
thus a poets words are forged.
Cast upon the fickle breeze or dispersed by howling gale,
perhaps to find new minds and hearts in which to grow.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
“How come the saddest writes
Seem to get all the likes?”
There’s literally a proverb for that,
Misery loves company;
Even in the 21st century.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
*Baby,
Look at all we have,
Can't you see i'm your better half?
When the world is falling apart,
Who has been there to hold your heart?
When the light seems dim,
I've shown you the way by caressing your golden skin
& when the air gets cold,
I've given you my whole body for you to hold
Baby, please tell me you still feel love when i look into your eyes, because i can't take no more lies...*
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Rejected?
Exterior? I'm not affected
But deep down
The pain is profound
I need to stop doing this
I'm ruining my friendships
I'm not exposing myself out of bliss... Yet,
i'm ruining my friendships
He needs to treat you best
You ain't like the rest
Your kindness...
Was the reason for my blindness
I wish you all the best
**** I'm done with these tests...
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC