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 Apr 2015 Tea
Slavica
Pogledaj me
 Apr 2015 Tea
Slavica
Oči ti nisu ocean
niti boje kestena
Nisu smaragdi
niti skup boja
Tvoje su oči mrak,
misterija zavijena u
noć.
Čak im ni jutarnje sunce
ne podari nijansu
Ipak, svaki put
kad me pogledaš
lice mi ozariš
svjetlošću.
2014.
 Apr 2015 Tea
Slavica
Bijeli slon
 Apr 2015 Tea
Slavica
Pokloni mi bijelog slona
Bar jednom zavaraj mi intuiciju;
neka došeće crvenim tepihom.

Pokloni mi bijelog slona
U kutiji s balerinom,
neka opjeva joj melodiju pokreta.

Pokloni mi bijelog slona
Makar ne znala što bih s njim,
neka stoji na polici - kraj srca.

Ne poklanjaš mi bijelog slona.
Tvoji su slonovi sivi.
2014.
 Apr 2015 Tea
Yung Wifey
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 Apr 2015 Tea
Yung Wifey
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this is not a poem
but my heart hurts so much
and I'm not sure what to do
 Apr 2015 Tea
Philosophical
you are the paradox of beauty.
the silhouette of darkness.
the hidden depths of the ocean.
a universe full of mysteries and secrets.
you are you.
 Apr 2015 Tea
Shalyn
Waves
 Apr 2015 Tea
Shalyn
Let me,
Be the waves;

The tides that will wash your troubled thoughts.

And with every crash of waves
being your happiness and joy,
Your ripples of bliss.

Pushing away crumpled parts,
Cradling your body
in warm currents.

Let me,
Be the waves.

Guiding you effortlessly
Out into the everlasting blue.

The waves, that orchestrates your heart.
 Apr 2015 Tea
Kate Lion
we present ourselves as perfect manuscripts
nobody sees the crumpled rough drafts and messy handwriting
scattered around the bedroom carpet at home.

nobody has seen the way i've
scratched out parts of myself
that didn't fit into the high school mold
then the parts that didn't fit into my suitcase when i moved away from home

nobody has seen the revisions i've made
do i sound too formal, am i too quiet, do i need to be a little bit funnier in order to be considered acceptable art?

i've thrown entire scenes of my life into the trash
because i don't want anybody to see them and i am ashamed

i sit for hours staring at blank pages wondering how anyone could ever find me interesting enough to spend time with

do you ever feel that way, too?
 Apr 2015 Tea
Rob Rutledge
Find solace in solitude,
There is no shame in that.
We are unknown to ourselves
An ocean to which we delve.
Scarcely coming up for air,
Entangled in fathoms
Whirlpools of despair.
Waves of introspection
Spare us shallow reefs
Yet cast us into darkness
And the horrors of the deep.
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