Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 813° 
McKenna
The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too
 527° 
Kai
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face
NO???? IM NOT GOING TO RESPECT MY ELDERS IF THEY DONT RESPECT ME AND THATS FINAL.
 507° 
Pouya
All alone
by the noon,
softly humming
an old tune.

Eyes that drift
toward the moon,
air is still,
a bit too cool.

No more tools,
just quiet bloom—
a soul unfolding
in its room.
 312° 
Izan Almira
I feel alone
in my own shell:
playing pretend,
with my smile laid out on a shelf.
I’ll study grinns until they fit my heart.
And they cover it with blinding light.
Because the darkness
became a treasure I shall only see.
I let no one grasp it,
no one touches my true self.
No wonder I feel alone
when I don’t let anyone see myself.
 307° 
Rebecca
I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.
 266° 
Me and You
She arose
Out of the deepest
Muddiest water
And still feels
Connected to it
🪷
 233° 
MetaVerse
.

min     mal
         i
pr          sm

 187° 
Nick Spellman
You say my grades don’t matter.
You say, “I love you no matter what.”
Then why am I invisible?
Why do they only see the red numbers on my sheet?

You ask me, “Is everything fine?”
What do you expect me to say —
that I’m f**d up?
That I dream about leaving?
That I keep a blade in my front pocket?

You say I don’t share,
but you don’t pay attention.
I play the piano till my fingers bleed,
I scream songs that reflect me,
I even talked to you.

Maybe it’s because you liked me,
never loved me.
Maybe I’m so flawed I can’t see,
or maybe it’s both.
Maybe we’re both flawed —
we’re only human.
can you hear me?
 170° 
Kalliope
I'll miss the softness
While I settle back into rage
Ill return to stand-offish,
At least you're free from my cage
My mind is a prison,
Fit for no one but me,
I thought you could live in,
But here you go,
Take the key
 165° 
Foogle
until your today
bleeds into your yesterday
there is no spark,
there is no connection.
there stands only the dry
and the tethering affliction:
we hold onto until
the day buries the night away.
 165° 
Malekai
I wish I didn't care so much about people,
I wish I wasn't so nice like I am,
I wish I didn't get hurt over things I shouldn't,
I wish I didn't have the heart I have because all it does is hurt my mind and soul,
I wish I had a heart of coal not a heart of gold.
That's the heart I wish I had sometimes
 153° 
Nishan Niraula
She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.
 150° 
lizie
i made it through the day,
but not yet through the night.
 143° 
Dirt
Dark eyes,
Dark hair,
Lace like shadows, skin laid bare.
Pale as moonlight on the snow,
Lips that beckon, pull, then go.
Fingernails trace a burning line,
Pain and pleasure intertwine.
Your breath is thunder in my ear,
A whisper deep, too close to fear.
A glance, a sway, your wicked art,
You steal my breath, then take my heart.
So come, you devil dressed in silk,
I'll drown for one more taste of milk.
 142° 
Bernardo Cruz
I am you.

You are me.

But I don’t want to be.



Your weakness

— my weakness.

I want to be new,

but I’m not.



Because you are me.

And I am yours.



Tied by blood,

You have shaped me



Only God can help me

— break the chain



And make me

Someone free.
 132° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
You promised
A lifetime of poetry
Just to leave without
A single line
So I search for them in stollen verses...
 108° 
jules
You touched me,
and I remembered how stars bleed
before they die.
 106° 
LL
you, who asked me if
I already brushed my teeth —
I said I'd prove it
when you come closer and taste
the mint from my very tongue
2025/078
 98° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Only a few
make a pact
with the wind

Only a few
know the joy
there within

Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks

Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark

Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark

Only a few
hear the music
on high

Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
 92° 
Harry Gione
The strongest relationship I've ever known
Is the one I've had with my loneliness.
love loneliness relationships heartache
 91° 
Albamaine
I'm tired of seeing myself as the problem
Trying to fix myself for people's appeal
It doesn't change anything
I'm going to be myself now
uhm lwk deleted more than half my poems. i'm trying to get into a new flow gng
 90° 
Salvatore Ala
Floating over puddles from last night’s rain,
May apples and trilliums carpet the woodlot,
Birdsong and light darting between branches,
This walk, endless as the light that follows me.
 89° 
matt r
brandofcheese]

if i walked it
,squirming,
between my
twofrontteeth

(it tastes of all
the dust ive
ever sprinkled)

id tell everyone
ive ever conned
into conversing
of my palmsize

astrono Me. lunar
Me. my ability
to string myself
up,iammobile
 82° 
lia
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
If you talk
in your dreams,
what does this
really mean???
conversations of
the unknown,
  while in your
dreams are shown,
is it someone
that you know???,
or is it a
complete stranger???,
as your mind
steady wonders, and
as your dream
steady lingers,
If you are talking, while
unconscious, while you
are steady dreaming,
just know it's
very harmless, but has
certain meanings,


B.R.
Date: 05/7/2025
 80° 
Silas McKenney
She
She is
like a flower—
not blooming for admiration,
but blooming regardless.

Whether anyone sees her or not,
she must blossom.

Not to please others,
but to be
the most radiant version of herself.

Not an object of admiration,
but a force of beauty
and strength
for her own sake.
She is too me.
 75° 
Amanda
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
 72° 
Berry Blue
It's meaningless
yet, I am still here,
drinking water,
waiting on calls,
watching the sky.

Yes
The universe is indifferent.
and also- I miss my dog.
She would wait for me
and not ask why we're here.

nothing is certain
and also-
Sunlight moves across the floor
like it has somewhere to be
and for a moment,
so do i.
Wed, May 7, 2025
 71° 
Universe Poems
The tractor ploughed
Views in the distance
No sound
Apart from nature's surround

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
https://www.linkedin.com/posts/dr-carol-natasha-diviney-582787139_nature-countryside-the-activity-7324097813670170626-3B7B?utm_source=share&utm_medium=member_android&rcm=ACoAACHAnnIBnZSyMcqZKnyHHXwo7pZu-VSGxHo
 71° 
Mitch Prax
If only I was
physically tired
rather than
mentally tired
at the end of
each day.
 66° 
ophelia
maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.
 64° 
ok okay
Ink
Don't know what to think
Fill the void with ink
Nightmares may run off the page
If you choose to blink
Chaos lurks at midnight
A lamp can help clear your mind
Patterns are in these words
they tell you that you are fine
 63° 
Thomas W Case
Tomorrow is
nebulous at best.
A dream of one
who still sleeps.
You are alive now.
Awake in this fresh
green world.
In the planning, we
forget to live.

Ask the mice and men
how plans go.
There are traps and
trivialities that keep
you from carrying on.
Funny things happen on
the way to the bank.
My mom died while
grocery shopping.

Today, peers back at
you from the mirror.
Breath and heartbeat.
Desire and passion.
No one survives this
story.
You're the author and the
protagonist, write it
well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
Here's a link to my You Tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, available on Amazon.

I'm proud to announce the release of my newest book, Sleep Always Calls Poems due to be released later this month.
1+1+1
3
3-2
1+(1+1)
1+1(2)
2(2)
2x2
4
4/2
2+1+1
2+1(1-1)
2+1
2(1-1)
2
 60° 
neth jones
in her eighties                                                         ­ 
motoring in wisdoms and whimble
beddened by stroke subtle effects  
                     and an unlucky stumble
agilely un-humble                                                    
willing to poach after life    put in the work
willing to comb back in   old welcome habits
revive living  through past youthful revisits
end of summer 2024..
Next page