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 Aug 2017 Lote Do
Amanda
you are a work of art

created by pens and pastels that cannot be erased
composed of scribbles and beauty from your toes to your face
you are one of a kind, you are not like the rest

you are a work of art; a beautiful mess
You may struggle and fall
But, you get back up and try again
Persistence is the key
Just stay positive my friend
Have a desirable will
To just continue on
Climb that mountain
And be heartstrong
 Aug 2017 Lote Do
galaxy of myths
How funny. Strangers would make me feel insecure
for the things I don't have.
But people I know make me hate myself
for the things I already have.
And to me,
that's the saddest thing.

-m.b
 Aug 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
I can't shrug the vast curiosity
For the beating heart that strives
for her has become flat lined,
a line that no longer represents
hot coals of my love

The quivering shores are barren
to the sand that we count
as it is lost in winds of time
and life experiences.

Fast paced indecisiveness is lost
with my teenage years.
As is the confidence and acceptance
to sparks of love.

My soul shakes at the thought
but my heart leaps from my chest
like salmon up stream,
forgetting the cold waters and unable
to remember the tune.

For I am a bruised man.

So I cant risk the shards of this
glued heart being handled again,
As one drop, one fall,
could mean the end of my affection.
Loving, loving and loving some more - the fear of falling again.
 Jul 2017 Lote Do
LS Martin
Almost
 Jul 2017 Lote Do
LS Martin
He almost liked her
She almost waited
With all that they were  
They almost made it
And bright would have been the burning of there star had it not faded
 Jul 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
If I wisp away
Into this humid night,
Whilst my sweat drips
With my honey and
Your anguished hollows.

And as these trees calmly
Blow in this muggy fall,
For when my legs can't clamber
These piercing cliff rocks,
And my knees tremble.

Because I fear, yet anticipate
My own emotions in misty
Wind that blows between us,
That will guide me into a pool
Of my own heart shed.

''Tis not your sensitive heart
My mind will whisper,
We're all a lover deep down
Yet I'm cursed with overthinking
Like a poetry puppet.
I feel like us poets are all sensitive - or we all think way too much into emotions and love. Hopefully some of you can relate!
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Anna-Marie Rose
Hatred poisons the soul
Jealousy
Poisons the mind
Judgment
Is not yours
To make

Stop
That thinking error

You were made
To care
To love
To cherish

Give up
Your
Attitude

Be humble
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