Loneliness Poems
doors
by Hannah Woerner
Do you understand what I feel when I close the door, when you’re not here anymore
When I don’t have to talk or smile or sing
The only sound is the ring of the thoughts in my head all calling for attention
All full of aggression
Fighting to be loudest
To be the proudest of the villains
To make mole hills into mountains
To make rivers into fountains of poison
Spitting into my very soul, the very depth of my heart
Turning warmth into cold and
......
Hear me
by Okunola iyanuoluwalinktr.ee/Iyanuoluwa_Okunola
Continue readingBurnt honey
by Quinn Smorenburg
Slobber on his shovel; this old man shits nothing.
Naked and shaking; his begging lips crack.
He swallows his honey, swinging his lanterns;
but piercing his darkness: two button eyes –
rimmed golden; reflections of want glazing his jowl.
His shadows birth those dregs swallowed.
Hounding sweet truth, his lanterns in hand.
Shine they do not, but gulp and lick that
waste remaining; unknown, still crunching.
......
Affect Of Breakup In Relations & Children's Lifes
by Christen Kuikoua
In life Relationship,
Useless Battle Between Couples
Must be avoided
Because there is no need for negative energy
In the midst of Love
My Bible say love cares
Love protects, Love put a smile on faces
Love forgives & Finally Love don't hate
I am no expert in love
because I myself always learn from it
......
Life Is To Short To Score Little
by Christen Kuikoua
It Is not Death Most people are Afraid Of
But it is getting to the end of life only to realize
That you never truly lived
Most people On Their Dead Bed,
Don't regret the things they did
but the things they didn't do
The risks they never took
and Finally the dream they didn't pursue
So if I ask You today
will you last Words be ' If Only I had'
......
Hear me
by Okunola iyanuoluwalinktr.ee/Iyanuoluwa_Okunola
Continue readingBurnt honey
by Quinn Smorenburg
Slobber on his shovel; this old man shits nothing.
Naked and shaking; his begging lips crack.
He swallows his honey, swinging his lanterns;
but piercing his darkness: two button eyes –
rimmed golden; reflections of want glazing his jowl.
His shadows birth those dregs swallowed.
Hounding sweet truth, his lanterns in hand.
Shine they do not, but gulp and lick that
waste remaining; unknown, still crunching.
......
Valentine
by linz azodrac
theres no use in fighting what cannot be won
like theres no use in wishing at night for the sun
your poetic words were a clever disguise
but im just letting go and closing my eyes
now dont get me wrong, i love what you write
and i love when you whisper your words late at night
its just your shadow consumes me, i miss my own
and my thoughts are replaced by your gentle tone
and while i sit at home on this special day
you are with her, taking her breath away
......
Conversation with self
by Astha Verma
Time went by
And I was still there
There's 7 yr old me laughing
Can you hear what she saying
"Still no friends, what a sad being."
With that I shout, "No, I have"
"Really ? Someone to go out with ?"
"Someone to laugh with ?"
"Someone to do insane stuff with ?"
I wish I could say yes firmly
......
Today, I am
by Aras Acolipeps
Today, I am unable.
I’m incapable and unstable,
and if you thought I was ready,
well, give up already!
Today, I am small.
So I’m putting up a tall wall,
you’ll never get to me,
I won’t let you see.
......
