What a strange lie to utter to the broken, What a meaningless word thriving on the tongues of the happiest people,
They tell me to have hope,To believe and wait
Wait and deceive yourself that something will happen.
That something will change,
Be so adamant, eager and confident that you will be happy,
Be so imaginative that you forget reality, just waiting and hoping and praying to see that perfect day, The day that may not ever even come.
Hope.
They tell me to have hope.
They tell a broken soul to fix itself with glue.
They tell a broken heart to fix itself with the lie of a better place.
Hope.
Copyright © Haleema Zeeshan | Year Posted 2024
Once a naive child
Sought after the sea
To feel as vivid blue
As the depths of it
Ventured in too far
Got swallowed by a wave
Trapped into the waters
Dissolving into them
Hence why I have no body
No place to keep my soul
Passed on all my sorrows
To waves crashing on the shore
Copyright © Adriana Yaneva | Year Posted 2024
Lights off,
Door closed,
She leaves again.
I see the men she goes off with every night-
Never the same, never familiar.
And I'm left here,
Alone.
Always alone.
The silence.
That heavy,
dreaded
silence
Descends when she leaves,
The click of the lock,
The turn of the key,
Pushes her further away.
I want to scream for her,
Into the dark, unforgiving street,
But she won't come back.
Not for me, not for anyone.
She returns
When she must.
But she doesn't speak,
Not to me.
Her hair tangled, frizzy,
Clothes torn,
Sick on the carpet,
Tears fall,
One,
By,
One.
I hear them hit the floor.
I want to comfort her,
To let her know I'm here,
But she doesn't care.
Not about me.
Sometimes I wonder if she remembers me,
If she even knows I exist,
But I'm here!
I'm always here.
I never leave.
I can't.
I won't.
Because if I leave,
She'll be all alone,
Even with those men,
Those countless, nameless men.
They can't get enough of her.
Do they even know her name?
Do they know
She has a daughter?
A family,
A life beyond those nights?
Probably not.
They don't care.
But I do.
I'll always care.
Copyright © Amelia West | Year Posted 2024
Shadows protect the monsters in my head,
But why cant they protect me instead.
The doubts and thoughts haunt me,
It seems as my past lives taunt me.
Is it a crime to love the rush of adrenaline?
Must I love dopamine.
Are the monsters the ones creating my insecure social seams.
Or are my friends the monsters, burning me in gasoline.
Is it a crime, to love what is lost?
And if so, at what cost.
Society scares me to believe lies,
But my only questions are whos and whys.
So is it a crime to believe myself?
And is it a crime to think I dont need help?
If that is a crime, then so are you,
Since there is no way, not to be true.
Copyright © Tara Webster | Year Posted 2024
Hello my name is grief.
You may have heard of me.
I have many faces and stages,
But soon enough you will see.
I'll cause you sorrow,
I'll cause you pain.
Leaving you breathless,
And unable to explain.
At first you will deny,
Try hard not to cry.
For my name, you will defy.
Cuz my name is grief, I'm the bad guy.
I'll make you angry,
I'll make you weep.
Make it hard to get out of bed,
Even harder to go to sleep.
I'll come and go as I please.
I'll taunt and I'll tease.
As soon as the hurt starts to ease,
That's when I'll bring you to your knees.
I'll make you feel shame.
Pointing fingers at someone to blame.
And nothing will ever be the same,
Once you've known my name.
It won't matter how much you cry.
Or how many days pass by.
My presence will only intensify.
I am not a disorder,
Nor a disease.
There is no order,
I give no guarantees.
One things for certain,
I am here to stay.
I may wonder for awhile,
But I'll never go away.
Because my name is grief,
And you may despise.
But truthfully I am love
Trapped in a disguise.
Copyright © Felicia Weaver | Year Posted 2024
Love, A feeling I thought I was capable of keeping
Yet when I get it, It fades.
I put on a masquerade
Hoping things would change
Everything I say a facade
I've lost the meaning of love
I thought I found the one, The other half of me
But I get pushed to the back
Set up on a rack
Just to be looked at
Never a prize, Always a possession
Maybe this is just an obsession
To the feeling, I can never get right
I put up a fight
It’s always the worst at night.
I blame my mind, The dark space where I go
When I’m feeling all alone
I’ve tried to forget the smell of his cologne
It’s engraved in my mind
The look in his eyes
I try to improvise
This mask that I wear, I’ll never see clear
Through this obsession
Did I forget to mention
That love for me is no progression
Copyright © Nova Waller | Year Posted 2024
A ruinous filth spills onto the page
Like sap from a trees rotting heart
Hands covered in black
The speaker of my memories
Smooth and razor thin
An emissary of ink
I envy the pen and it’s melan-written spiels
Armored with a voiceless vignette
It is its only way to prove that it’s master is alive
Feverishly pushing its point to a fading death
Is this the fate of all who pick up a pen,
or am I the unlucky who withers among the living
Buried and fossilized beneath a healthy pink tongue
Are my words not memorable ?
Will my efforts be admired?
Have I not earned a meaningful epilogue?
Copyright © Ana Wa | Year Posted 2024
Embracing
change
with love
lightens
life
Copyright © Janny Vellinga | Year Posted 2024
In the quiet murmur of light,
before the world shakes the sleep from its eyes,
a symphony of shadows awakens,
dancing among the faded echoes of night.
Silent roads stretch their weary backs,
bearing the weight of dreams and forgotten footsteps,
while trees, ancient guardians of stillness,
weave their fingers through the soft breath of a rising sun.
Birdsong splashes in the crisp morning air,
a gentle reminder of time's unending march,
as clouds drift lazily,
drawing stories in the vastness of blue.
Here, in this quilt of beginnings,
every blade of grass is a secret waiting to unfold,
each dewdrop a universe of endless possibilities,
cradled in the palm of this tender, fleeting moment.
A world stands poised,
on the cusp of its own opening,
as I watch in reverent silence,
another day unfurls from the whispering dawn.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
I don't have the power to make anyone respect me, now my mind is filled with this world, now I just want to live alone
Copyright © Miss Unknown | Year Posted 2024
I've been told a whole bunch of stuff,
Of who I am and who I'll be.
I'm not really sure why you think,
You know me so well inside and out.
You make me think bad of myself, like
I'm to be ashamed of who I've become. You've
Made me cry myself to sleep, made me see the
Make-believe side of me. Made me so mad.
And sad. And confused. And unfocused.
If I were to be what you've said of me these are the towns
I would live in the rest of my life.
I would live in the towns called,
Do nothing, know nothing, say something stupid,
Ugly faced women, overweight girl, talk funny road,
And dream chaser lane, amount to nothing drive,
Disappointer, liar, baby cryer, fat feet, flat arms,
Not good enough, model un-worthy, scared kitty,
Broken heart, ugly cryer, Jesus lover,
Suicidal heart, bad song, quiter, bad singer,
Addicted to screen, not good for anything,
Not worth fighting for, broken lil' girl,
Bad judgment of people, OCD, bad breath,
Bad friend, snoop, head in cloud, embarrassment……….
And so much more. These voices of people
Throwing insults like candy, saying what they think
Of me so often. So painful.
I wish this would stop.
How much longer till my life will be cut short?
I pray that today I will die. I can no longer
Live to be like this.
Copyright © Rockey.S Tushar | Year Posted 2024
I am in love with the idea of
You- the vessel in which I project my dreams, my desires, my design, though
It could never compare to the beauty of your originality, the perfection of
Your natural self, raw and flawed and messy as it may be.
I find beauty in the most mundane parts of
You- the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh.
Every freckle, every stray piece of hair, every birthmark,
Your stance and pose, your undeniable presence- I could sense you anywhere.
I find fleeting joy in my fantasies of
You- in simplicities of holding your hand, laughing with you, eating dinner
In the home that we built in my mind,
Yours of which I am never even a visitor.
I am in love with the idea of
You- but you are not an idea, a projection, a presence, a fantasy,
A blank canvas for me to paint, a block of marble for me to shape,
You were never mine in the first place.
Copyright © Gabby True | Year Posted 2024
I'm a guitar
So a craftsman made a guitar
Eight years later he died
Before anyone mastered it
Now it's playing well
Many love it but a few understand it
So who will repair the guitar?
The guitar maker or should l say dad
Who does that?
Make a creation and just disappear
Honestly l used to hate you for that
I don't know maybe l still do
We don't have to pretend that we're cool
Only if you could hear me now
But you can't because you're dead!
Dead! Dad how could you leave us for the grave?
So l had to learn to ride a bike by myself
At first, l fell and missed you even more
I thought you would come back, pick me up and
Say "you got this son" l waited and waited
Dude you never came back
I tried for the second time, the bike wasn't easy
Trust me l broke my hand
That moment still reminds
My soul that l don't meet anyone's demands
The third time, l had the guts
I rode the bike to places for the first time
Places like that science fair you didn't attend
Places like that father and son vacation
Places like teaching me how to wear a belt
Places like the graveyard you lay
Dad, it feels nice to finally say it
I missed you my whole childhood
I wanted to see you in that 7th grade picture
I wish you was here man..I.. I'm sry
So now the guitar you made plays
It plays beautiful melodies that goes with synonyms
It's music everytime l write poetry
Your guitar or your son is doing well
I really hope you continue to rest in peace!
Dad
Atipaishe Taruona.
Copyright © Atipaishe Fidelis Taruona | Year Posted 2024
I am the rage, wearing burdens like armor,
A fortress of anger, a shield of old trauma,
Each dent and each scar, a story retold,
Of battles fought fiercely and hearts grown cold.
I am the hurricane tearing through the town,
The tempest that rages, bringing it all down,
Each gust a reminder of words left unspoken,
Of trust that was shattered, of promises broken.
I am the thunder that rumbles with force,
An unyielding current, a wild, raging course,
The storm clouds above, heavy with hate,
Churning and twisting in an unending fate.
To trade heavy burdens for wings of light,
To find solace in shadows, to soften the fight,
I am the rage, yes, but I yearn to transform,
Into a river that flows, into a heart that is warm.
So I summon the strength to unshackle the past,
Embrace the soft turbulence, let go of the harrassed,
For even in fury, there lies a sweet grace,
As rage gives way to love in its final place.
Copyright © Steph Stack | Year Posted 2024
Use me; abuse me,
Don't leave your heart open,
I'll take it and break it,
Leave you bleeding and broken.
Search for my soul,
Look into my eyes.
Beyond your reflection,
I'm empty inside.
Nothing but darkness,
vast empty space,
trapped behind smiles,
and a beautiful face.
Body aching,
yearning to feel.
Your touch burning my skin,
the pain making me real.
Mistreated, misguided
screaming through the silence
that entraps me and wraps me,
entwined in the violence.
Loss of innocence
at a tender age
purity destroyed and taken away
Nothing left to give
it's all been taken
ripped away by lust
my body used; my mind awakened.
Copyright © AMY SPITLER | Year Posted 2024
My thoughts always think of you,
When will that phase of meetings begin, this question remains in my mind all the time.
It seems like an era has passed since I saw you,
This question remains in my mind all the time.
When you were near, when you were with me,
Then the day seemed like day and night like night,
I don't know why I have become lifeless without you,
There is an atmosphere of sadness all around.
My thoughts always think of you,
When will that phase of meetings begin, this question remains in my mind all the time.
Copyright © jeetendra singh | Year Posted 2024
I am undeniably sad
Consumed by dismay
I am angry at the world
Out of sight & in shadows, I stay
My stomach churns wild
A tempest inside
At what my life has wrought
I am consumed with fear
But I've nowhere to hide
Lurches and churns, but I have nothing to hurl
My life is just nauseous with strife
I've become stricken with worry,
For my exhausting life
I turn rapidly now
In a relentless descent
I am a mere product of my grief
And in silence, I lament
Copyright © Kayla Simino-Ruch | Year Posted 2024
A crystal skyline in the azure air,
Where wishes dance and spirits dare.
I stretch my hands toward stars that gleam,
Yet find my hopes are but a dream.
A radiant glow, a whispered sigh,
That shimmering pie in the sky.
Copyright © Anjani Shastri | Year Posted 2024
When evening came with rain,
I sat by the window.
Remembering your ever-smiling face,
I smiled with a sigh.
Suddenly someone pushed me,
And I noticed tears in my eyes.
Copyright © Abu Huraira Shaikh | Year Posted 2024
It
rages
still burning
muses call me
their faithful servant
but I rise and rebel
fire waning but glowing
I attempt to make them serve me
so things start to get interesting
Copyright © George Schaefer | Year Posted 2020