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Ariadne Nov 2017
Rain
Come wash away my pain
May your healing waters
Cleanse the troubles from my brain

Moon
Come shine my way
May your radiant light
Cause my shadows to melt away

Wind
Carry me to a safe place
May your constant force
Wrap me in your embrace

Earth
Guide me to my home
May your steadiness ans warmth
Steel me for what is to come
  Nov 2017 Ariadne
Iska
Hello.
I am the trending poem.                                                            ­            
         you see me and I make you feel alive
                                             so you like me and re-post me
                                                              ­    then you leave me alone to die.
Hello,
I am your forgotten lines.
             you created me with a careful love
                                                          an­d decisive rhymes
                                      and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
Hello
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
                           a faded smile a broken dove
                                               I once was beautiful, touching.
                                                       ­   now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.
Ariadne Nov 2017
Every poem, every word
Every stanza
Is but a drop in the bucket

Sometimes the bucket is empty
Sometimes it's overflowing
To the point where even if I stopped
It would still stain an entire carpet

A poet's work is a work of art
Each line drawn with precision
By a pen filled by an open wound
Yet never staining the paper

Every drop, every letter
Every cut
Is purposeful; filled with intent

Sometimes the intent is release
Sometimes it's excruciating
To the point where if I stopped
I would feel its pain for decades

A poet's work is a careful slice
Each word chosen with precision
By a knife stained in blood
Yet never missing the mark

With every line, every metaphor
Every stab
We're bleeding for your enjoyment

Bleeding for our art
Until we have no more blood to give
Ariadne Nov 2017
The time has come once again
The time when all I've loved
And the time when all I've lost
Become all my troubled mind can see

The time when the happy thoughts
Are strangled by the darkness
The time when comfort
Is frozen by a chilling north wind

The time when all hope is lost
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is slowly squeezed and squeezed and squeezed again
Until it is just a singular point of light

The time when I realize
That all that I've loved and all that I've lost
Are one in the same
And I let the darkness take hold again
  Nov 2017 Ariadne
thebutterfly-writes
i want you to get tired
tired enough to leave me
so that i'll know
that all the people
in my life
left for a reason
that way i'll understand
how i became like this
so lonely
so broken
so afraid of love and trust
as if it'll burn me
and maybe
you'll prove me right
that i was never enough
to make people stay.

but still i hope,
you'd be the one
to prove me wrong.
will she prove me wrong?
Ariadne Nov 2017
This is not a poem
And I am not a poet
It doesn't have a good rhythm
And I don't know what to do about it

It tries to be wholesome
But feels hollow and empty
Like I'm trying to emote
When there's nothing inside

This couldn't be a poem
It doesn't have a perceived meaning
Or does it?

This couldn't be a poem
It doesn't evoke emotions
It doesn't make you think

I'm a lot of things
Empty and jaded; vacant and listless
Depressed, anxious, and rife with sickness
Unsure of what's to come

But the one certainty
That even I can understand
Is that I am not a poet
And this is not a poem
Ariadne Nov 2017
How could I have been so dumb
To think that I could ever be the one
That someone wants

How could I have been so dumb
To think that even in the darkest night
Starlight would give me hope

How could I have been so dumb
To think that anyone could ever love me
Despite what I am

How could I have been so dumb
How could I have been so stupid
How could I have been so blind

How could I have been so idiotic
How could I have been so gullible
How could I have been so dumb...
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