My first... one of my last... a moment I will never forget... When I held you in my arms that final time... our eyes met... and for a moment, despite the months/years of torment and pain… I knew you had transcended it all...
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
Exhausted, but I don’t sleep… There’s to much to do… My mind wanders and taunts me, like a pebble in one’s shoe.. A task here, a task there…
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
joyful beginning Unmoving breaths peaceful yellow happy start sad end. Author note:- I have written this poem inspired by a challenge given to me by my friend. In which I had to write a complete poem in only 10 words. Which has a beginning, middle and end.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
This world is going bonkers Next up will be down, down will be up, and the Earth will become Flat Sometimes I feel we’re in a simulation and the controller is laughing as he makes us do fucked up things
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
A mournful wail, a mournful sound, A ghostly echo, deep and profound. A train that glides through the velvet night, Its headlights piercing the inky light.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
