After a long day she sits at the edge of her bed
tears in her eye wallowed in misery
every tear drop reminisce a forgotten nostalgia
she heaves heavily trying to catch her breath
or was she trying to catch her soul?
and again that night
her room witness a mad wailing of her voiceless screams
badly wanted to be heard
that even her angels got bothered
Copyright © Yvette Cerdon | Year Posted 2024
___" Paper and Pens " . . .
She found paper and a pen,
then wrote down her feelings,
creating something amazing.
She got lost in writing,
or you could say, poetry.
Copyright © Winnie Virrey | Year Posted 2024
The cute little blushes,
every time we look at each other,
every time our friends tease us together.
The blood that rushed into my cheeks,
every time I think of you.
It's going to get me into trouble at home.
The way my smile lights up my face,
Even when we talk or look at each other,
whilst passing by.
My flushed cheeks,
while reading poetry,
that reminds me of you.
The happiness that creeps onto my face,
even when I write about you.
All this makes my heart ache,
begging us to not mess this up.
All of this teasing and smiling,
keeps my hopes up.
The cute little blushes and the gorgeous gorgeous smiles!
Copyright © Vydehi Patel | Year Posted 2024
I've been meaning to write for a long time.
but sometimes
my words willingly remain hostage
in my heart.
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky,
wishing to fly,
but fears the fall.
what if I am longing for the sunshine
but chasing the moonlight?
I am waiting for roses
but is it not all thorns?
what if I mistook 'mistake' as a failure
and stop moving on?
There it goes.
Overthinking.
A frequent visitor,
who barges my house constantly.
Full of impertinence.
Making it abysmal.
One simply writes down
the beautiful and the doomed
Until they manage to safely coexist
And somehow this dilutes the pain.
Such a beautifully paradoxical thing is Mind.
"You have a magical way of unearthing summer in those dry Decembers.
And of all the things you need to grow
you've chosen roots
So that one day
you can touch the skies"
it said.
I remembered how
I've always had this inaudible need,
Deeply persistent as the ivy
To reach for something beyond
The roots of my capabilities.
This number can't be an obstacle.
Eighteen is too nascent to be called seasoned.
And that's what keeps me going.
Then my heart pulled softly
the ends of those tears
releasing my fear like a ribbon
Coming quietly undone.
The universe might be showing me
That grey and white lies ahead
But today I am all ready
To show it how colourfully I can bloom.
Copyright © Virati Shah | Year Posted 2024
I was never the girl
I was the girl before the one
I was the girl you had for fun
But I was never the girl
I was never the girl you tell your mom about
But always the one your friends made fun about
I am always the one of your favourite situationship
Never been one of your relationship
I was never the girl
I was never the girl you would like to hold on
But always the girl who gave you a shoulder to cry on
Never the girl who got your sweater
But always the girl who knew you better
Never the girl to be a part of your story
But always the girl in your hazed memory
And maybe that's why
That's why
I relate so much with this line
always the bridesmaid never the bride
Always the writer never the lines
Cause I was just another girl
But never the girl
Copyright © Tulip Sinha | Year Posted 2024
It was the strangest thing I saw that day
A grassy grove and a man shouting mad
I didn't even know what to say
His face dragged down by his eye bags
His feet slept on the dirt, twigs were the bed
Reaching the sky at his wrinkled fingers end
Shouting "My heart is dry so I ask from my head"
"What am I supposed to mend?"
"Their faces are what's left."
"The iron wind swept us all in the air, and there skin was far too fair, so thin that I heard every cleft."
"The shouting of others kept me awake, but now silence keeps me late."
"Why must I carry this weight, why was the wind too stubborn to eat me, and mark the others to their fate?"
In a blink and a bang, the man was lying on the grass
His red eyes now ran back
On his shirt were soggy sags and a wet mass
My body was left thin on red runny grass
Crushed by the things I kept to himself
A flatten smile met my frown
As I stared at the rusty wind that took myself
Copyright © Tony Starqauvious | Year Posted 2024
Earth
all ball
for the sun
playing football
spell
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2024
In the halls of our school, where time gently flows,
Three years have danced by, yet my love only grows.
For you, dear girl, with your laughter so bright,
You've been the beacon that guides me through night.
In every shared moment, in every soft gaze,
I find my heart swelling with untold praise.
Your smile, like sunshine, warms every day,
In its gentle embrace, all worries sway.
Through laughter and tears, we've walked hand in hand,
Navigating life's journey, side by side we stand.
In your eyes, I see the stars' tender gleam,
Reflecting the love that's more than a dream.
Though school days may fade and pathways diverge,
Know that my love for you will forever surge.
With every beat of my heart, with every breath I take,
My affection for you will never forsake.
So here's to you, my dear, in this humble verse,
A testament to a love that's bound to traverse.
For three years and beyond, my heart sings your name,
In this school of love, forever you'll reign.
Copyright © Swastik Gautama | Year Posted 2024
It lies in liquid coils
Aware - head raised tongue tasting
Evaporates gone
Copyright © Simon Scott | Year Posted 2024
I lie against the rigged walls of a deep-rooted oak tree
As it waits patiently for my fingers to traverse its abundant layers of bark.
The glassy sap oozes aimlessly between the withered crevasses,
Finding any void to fill,
like the laughs we share with friends to escape ourselves from reality
The leaves dance incessantly amongst the comforting gusts of wind,
A place where thoughts are unbound.
Towering evergreen trees shade the patches of land,
As the bird’s swarm in native flocks, circling me from above.
Their widespread wings flaunting their streaks of earthy hued browns.
The thick smoke fills my lungs, as the pungent odour sticks to my skin
Like a bee when its stinger is barged into human flesh.
Now the smoke stains my tongue with its bitterness and hostility,
A reminder that I am an outsider,
Unaccustomed to the facets of mother natures.
My hands gradually hover over the burning wood,
As the fresh whiff of grass and damp wood lingers persistently on my toasty skin.
Yet beside me,
Velvety petals faintly brush my legs,
Refreshing me of its powdery, sweet aroma.
Nature is a compass of life,
a man’s fresh breath of air.
The forest that heals my forgotten wounds
And cradles my inner child,
Is my resort to paradise.
Copyright © Sibel Aksoy | Year Posted 2024
A book, a pen and me
A perfect trio, you see
Together we unlock endless doors
For words are our sword, our only force
A book, a portal to another world
Where fantasies are unfurled
Where dreams are woven into tales
And reality briefly pales
A pen, my faithful companion
With it, my thoughts will never abandon
Ink flowing from its tip
Creating poems, stories, and scripts
Me, a mere mortal, but with these two
I can conquer worlds, old and new
My imagination takes flight
And my words become a mighty might
With every turn of a page
I escape reality's cage
Lost in adventures and romance
Guided by my pen's graceful dance
We are a team, the three of us
In solitude, we don't need much
For with them, I am never alone
A book, a pen, my heart's true home
So here's to the book, the pen, and me
A perfect trio, we will always be
Forever bonded by words, our shared bliss
Together, we create magic, a wondrous abyss.
-By Shreya R. G. Kanade
Copyright © Shreya R. G. Kanade | Year Posted 2024
Roused by a rude jolt
I start up from my half-slumber.
Utterly clueless I move about
clinging to my pet delusions
in complete darkness of my past
coming after me swinging a truncheon…
I vaguely hear screams and yells
hurled at me some time before
echoing in my memory’s vault
as from a distant past.
But yesterday seemed like a bowl of cheesecake
the food of love served on a gold plate;
but today my startled eyes flit over
milestones giving way to milestones…
Life is a squeezed rubber ball
that retrieves its shape before rolling on.
Copyright © Shahul Hameed | Year Posted 2024
In the golden haze of a summer's eve,
Atop a hill, we found our reprieve.
Beneath the canvas of a sky ablaze,
We watched the sun end its daily craze.
Over the lake, its waters calm,
Reflecting the sky like a soothing balm.
Colors danced, a vibrant ballet,
As we sat in silence, no words to say.
Nights were ours, a timeless sprawl,
Filled with stories, both big and small.
We talked of dreams, of fears and joys,
Our hearts laid bare, no need for poise.
Walking side by side, in the soft moonlight,
Exploring the world, our spirits bright.
From hidden trails to bustling streets,
Every adventure, a memory to keep.
In your laughter, I found my song,
In your friendship, I felt I belonged.
You were more than a friend, a brother true,
A bond so deep, forever new.
I've never loved another as I loved you,
In my heart, your memory is true.
Though you're gone, your spirit lingers on,
In every sunrise, in every dawn.
I miss you so, I can barely breathe,
I don't think I can survive without you, I seethe.
But I'll carry our memories, deep and clear,
In my heart, you'll always be near.
So, here's to you, my dearest friend,
Our bond unbroken, even at the end.
In the tapestry of my life, you'll forever be,
A cherished thread, a part of me.
Copyright © Sean Adlem | Year Posted 2024
You're my bestfriend and you passed away, I feel saudade.
But our friendship will never fade.
A part of me die when you departed.
But our memories still live, since we've parted.
If I can turn back time, we will laugh like there's no tomorrow.
Lean on each shoulders and sharing our sorrow.
Telling secrets and accepting each other as we are.
Holding to one another even in life's great mystery and bizarre.
Like a blink of an eye, you're gone and I bereaved.
But I should be strong even I'm in grieved.
God take you home, till we meet again and this is not a goodbye.
I may not see your face, but I know you are just nearby.
Though you're distant like a moon but you're just watching above.
You left footprints on my heart, my friend and my beloved.
Copyright © Sarah Jean Torrepalma | Year Posted 2024
If only we hadn’t been so different
It was so right until it turned wrong
Like milk gone sour
That we had left out the fridge for far too long
Maybe that was what it came down to
Is that we left our milk on a bench
In Parque Bicentenario where we first met
No one else existed, everything made sense
At least that’s what I said to the nightmares that I dreamt
So here I sit writing this
With the milk of our relationship long ago thrown out
And I think about Parque Bicentenario
When I had much, much fewer doubts
Copyright © Sarah Frey | Year Posted 2024
I am violence
I yearn for peace
I sit on fields for days and days
eager for its arrival
I do see men,
splitting their skin and tearing their flesh
Blood coats me like once water did,
now I see water as tears of their families
Days turn into years
I still wait patiently
I don't see men anymore,
I see lifeless bodies piling up near me
But I don't budge
I still wait aimlessly
I see it finally; somewhere in the clouds
Perhaps it is a star or it just hides among them
I can't reach it
I cry and wail and scream of longing that turned into pain
Yet I find it drift away
I bury myself under the soil with no hope
All I see is grief and vain
Peace doesn't lay here
Peace doesn't lay where I do;
I was a lie, a ghost of nothing
Copyright © Sarah li | Year Posted 2024