write your poetry here!!

its funny how we

outgrow what we once

thought we couldnt live without

and then we fall in love with what we

didnt know we even wanted.

life keeps leading us

on journeys we would never go on if it were upto us.

Dont be afraid.Have faith.find lessons

trust the journey

-marcandangel

Something else

To chase, to find, to discover

amongst the pines, in the streets, on the tongue

A whisper, a dream, a vision

Giving energy and moving on.

️ ️ ️ TRIGGERS IN THIS POEM (but its a motivating one so please don't edit it) ️ ️ ️

Life is painful and empty,
lonesome and weighty.
Trauma is life and everything around,
and you fight all your life just to be 6 feet underground.

Life has given me a lot,
but mostly more traumas to pot.
In my urn of things to overcome,
for everything I've managed just to come undone.

I have fought for what feels like forever,
just for us two to embrace together.
But no matter what I do,
non of it seems to come through.

But no matter how many times you rape me,
beat me down, lock me up and make me hate me.
I will always rise up,
like a cockroach, I will never give up.

And even if you find me wrist bleeding and facing the ground.
Just know I'll come back.
Even if it's just so I can hunt your ass,
and put a little yellow flower in your tiny-butt-crack.

@Alexija

hiii

i loved the poem...its so good...its beautiful

please keep writing...i am a fan

@youarenotalone00 if you want to you can actually follow me and read more of my poetry on allpoetry.com My username is ThatWeirdKid :) Thank you for your support <3

Ghost Girl

She lays there, staring at the wall

Waiting for sleep to come and break her fall

Time infinite she spends in vain,

Wasting down the memory lane

Many a great tasks to be done 'morrow

No place in the pace for sorrow.

Come the next day, she keeps her imagination at bay

For in a battle of brains, no place for the fay.

She goes for a stroll in the evening light,

Laughing on compliments and insults alike

Talking to the stars, she stopped caring long ago to the people's words

She would be the most powerful, if only books could be yielded as swords.

Goes the only way she knows to express

Barely legible letters into a page compressed

She wants people to know her, yet shys away from the light lime,

But deep down she knows desire is not much a crime.

Her life is an open book, come and go as you please

But do not blame her if you don't understand, for she herself is struggling out of the leash.

One day at a time she thinks, and yet plans for the future she builds.

Lives yet some stolen moments from her family, not by blood but by heart

Waiting for the storm to settle to sort her life's parts

Little does she know in the storm is her life,

Not to destroy, but just to give her the high

Sometimes raining, sometimes windy, and a bit of sunny too

She gives herself no choice but to make it through.

Yet as comes night, she calls upon the sleep to help her again

For one day her dreams will mould into reality

But till then she will continue,

Floating through

The ghost girl

@intuitiveBike8912

its about insomnea am i right?

i loved it

please write more

@youarenotalone00

Oops! It's not insomnia😅

But sure I'll do more

Thanks

Amazing

Joy

I use to run, I use to play,

I used to smile throughout the day,

Most who watched saw happiness and joy,

While behind the scenes I was played with like a toy,

But I was no silent piece of plastic,

My voicebox was loud and clear,

I could see past it,

Normal was not near,

He gave me fear but I surpassed it,

I used my voice box the best I could,

Telling anyone with a heartbeat he was not good,

At first they listened,

Pity fell in their eyes,

But soon after no one cared for my cries,

That didnt stop me,

My voice box was loud,

Even after being played with like a rag doll and tossed around,

He heard my cries as well,

No punishment was recieved,

As he heard me weep,

Knowing no one cared for me,

Until someone else picked me up,

Joy came to her eyes,

She saw no broken toy,

But a voice box that was alive,

He saw fear that day,

Realizing he could no longer play with me as a toy,

Most didnt see past what he had made me to be,

But this lovely lady with a psychology degree,

Didn't see me as the beat and bruised,

The tired and aged,

But as the little girl I was,

I am grateful for that day.

-A

@Awkotaco48

abuse...its about abuse...right?

it was beautiful and touching

please write more...ill be right here to read

@youarenotalone00 yes a father to daughter abuse and a threapist finally helping and I'll be sure too I wrote this one out of the blue today

As hard as I may work, I am talentless.

As strong as I may seem, I am weak.

“Good job,” they tell me. Lies.

I’m trying to find order in my mess.

Thud. Thud.

I cannot escape them. My nightmares give chase and I

will never be free.

Pain, so much pain!

I nurse my bruises, clean spilled blood.

No structure to this chaos in my head

insecurity runs riot I am

not in control save for the next

one night stand that I invite to my bed.

For now all is quiet…

But wait!

Harsh words, screaming conflict

World War Three is upon me.

I gaze lovingly

Hate deep in my heart

Kept at bay by the tenderness I feel.

Spare me.

Purple is my favourite colour but

it is missing from my skin now

My heart is shredded by the ones I love who

spit daggers.

Oh, how I wish you would strike me again.

"I'm not doing so good"

She tried to say

But it only came out

As "I'm ok"

It's not great and it's auper short but.....

@fairmindedApricot2752

... but it conveys a lot

Alarmed

DANGER DANGER,

WARNING, all alarms blarring to

get yourself out of a situation,

Danger Danger,

Warning, in the blink of an eye

you are victimized,

When all alarms go off

I yield my weapon of choice,

Consent,

Although consent can't pin someone down,

Can't insert itself into a no willing body,

Can't tear someones insides,

Can't imprint trauma,

danger danger,

warning, all alarms are going off,

Yet consent can't help me.

-A

I walk out of the rubble

The falling dust still stinging my eyes

Ashes mark my face like war paint

My arms comfortably numb

From fighting my way through the wreckage

I walk away from the past

From yesterdays anger and sorrow

Bridges I lit up behind me

I watched burn to the ground

So I won’t recross them tomorrow

Old worlds left beneath me crumbling

Memories still aflame

Left to drown in the smoke

But…

I walked out of the rubble

Unscathed

I have a poetry blog that I'd be happy to give you the link to if you'd like it. :)

@youarenotalone00 Here's mine:

The snow falls, the wind blows

The college campus a show

Lights turned on, professors working

Here comes a girl who is lurking

The quiet girl, the girl with no problems it seems

Has few problems but one out weighs all

The sound of a pill bottle in her dorm she fights

A daily occurrence to get high but to get help

The struggle being experienced will not be forgotten

The girl gets high off of prescriptions and over the counter medications

Then a friend shows up into her life and tells her to seek out help

The girl gets the help but then finds out one of her friends is also a recovering addict

The recovering addict becomes more than a friend

The friend becomes a shoulder to lean on

A hand to hold for guidance and help

Fingers to type the friend questions and how he's doing with his life

Soon enough the girl's friends all rally around her

To make the girl feel loved and cared for, to be accepted

Her friends help her feel that can quit her addiction

Those are the same friends that want the best for her

Friends that have her back are the ones she needs to keep

@youarenotalone00

LoveSight

I watch him through a window

my head filled with laughter

only to remember all the times we had together

him standing there on his way

As I rushed there one day

only to find he wasn't there

To only see him dare to be...

with another young lady

heartbroken as you see

struck my heart and lay there be

there my life has ended, for an eternity

-A.G

I was challenged on Allpoetry to write a very graphic sexual poem. So it might be deleted her but I hope if I put up a warning it will stay.

️ ️ ️ GRAPHIC SEX, BDSM (consentual) ️ ️ ️

no sooner than the door, he threw me against the wall,
suddenly it all went slow, he kissed me.
Then it happened rapidly again, took my hands and strapped them in.
He started kissing the other girl, she listened to his every word.
As I fought the restrain and shouted degrading words,
I'm a brat you see and I'm gonna challenge his every yearn.

He stripped her off her clothes breast perky and full but still not hanging too low.
She looked at him with puppy eyes and he pointed at me and ordered her to undress me too.
Naked and vulnerable I lay as she got onto the bed and mounted me.
lips plump and pink my tongue started working and I stopped to think.
Finding her clitoris I sucked it in I played with it and felt a tickling begin.
He had started to lick my vagina, slobbering, mouth watering like he was eating a lasagna.

harshly he stopped when I was reaching heaven, tongue still working and saliva mixed with her juices running down my cheeks.
He gave us the orders and she got on her feet.
He turned me around and she crawled underneath. My hands still tied and now he is also tying my feet.
Back arched and he told me to keep licking. I had to refused because my brattiness was still kicking. He whipped me once hard across my ass.
I groaned softly and I could not help but just ask.

"can't you hit me any harder? Is that all that you have got?"
He smiled at me darkly and the whip now smacking HARD.
I finally obeyed by his words and dove down into her my hand could just about reach her boobs and I played with her nipple in my hand.
He whipped me some more asking me to change where I was licking. He made me stick my tongue into her vagina and lick around her ass.
When suddenly I drew a gasp.

I could feel him slowly entering my body. Pressing as he goes forcing my head down into her warm and wet below.
I could feel him throbbing as he exited and entered.
I could feel him hitting my g-spot, right in the center.
Her moans as I kept licking and his grunts as he kept sticking it inside me.
He took my hair and pressed me harder into her vagina with no hair.
Held me there as I started to run out of air, just before I tapped out he pulled my hair and kranked me out. He gave me some time to find my breath, my hands still placed on her chest. I saw her eyes and her face, she was close, I could see.

He pushed my head back and I went at it. He kept throbbing and pushing and kept calling me his bitch matching his speed I backed when he came fourth, making him mad but then he thought.
He took out a flogger and dared me to do it again. I did and he whipped the flogger straight across my back. Wile I had finally found a way for my hand to land in her butt crack.

With my thumb slowly crawling into her ass, she moaned even louder and as a few moment passed she creamed and shaked, and something came out her pussy turned into a fountain and with my thumb still up her ass.
I kept licking the liquid entering my mouth, we kept going until she stopped and fell out. She fell out of the bed and rested on the floor.
So he took my hair and wouldn't let me look at her no more.
He started pounding harder and my eyes rolled back.
I could feel myself drooling and started to run on my imaginary path.
my muscles tensed and euphoria took over.
What happens in this moment is beyond words and always too soon over.

I heard his groans drowned in my shouts.
And at the end I laid there, naked, still tied.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

If I catch trying to steal my boyfriend

You will be hurtin real bad when I'm through

EMOTIONS

(I wanted to give this a go I'm kind of new to this but this is how I feel how I see things hope you enjoy)

Emotions takes over and the devil creeps in there's nowhere to run nowhere to hide because it's all in her head.

It's feeding and it won't stop she's crying and crying but it still doesn't stop.

She try's to hide it she does it so good that no one around her notices the darkness that she fears.

She seems so happy filled with joy but as soon as she closes her doors that's when the devil kicks in.

Its been years she can't take it no more so when she opens her cabinet to find a blade the devil told her that "once you have done this you will be mine forever".

She continues and listens she thought she was alone she thought that she had no one until the darkness disappeared and light came shinning in.

"PLEASE MAKE IT STOP" as she says these words behind her is a figure the shape of her mother as the girl reached out the mother starts crying.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" the mother yelled looked in to the girls eyes and said "I am sorry I really am sorry" as the mother continues crying saying this sentence over and over the girl looked at her.

"Ma please I'm sorry okay this was the only way well this was the only way I could" the mother walked off with nothing to say nothing to give.

The girl all alone with nobody to talk to tears running down she can't do this but she remembered her mother's face.

Not only was the mother disappointed but she was scared.......... TO BE CONTINUED

THIS HERE WAS MADE BY ARAROA IHAKA

Here are a bunch of haikus I wrote:

Also TW for mental health stuff, okay here it is.

Contrast

Deep. Black. And swirling.

Clouds. No. Tornadoes spin in-

Side. Frail. Pale. And weak.

Effort

Gleaming silver blade-

In my hand. Effortlessly.

Carving lines. In flesh.

Scream

Screaming. Who’s screaming?

It’s me. I’m screaming. Can’t stop.

Shut up. Go away. Leave.

No

No further. No. Stay.

Scream. No. Bad. Don’t go further.

Stay here. Stay safe. No.

Drowning

Drowning. No water.

Can’t breathe. Just air. Trapped inside-

Storm. Lost. Where am I?

Breathe

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out-

Forget. No air. Where is it?

No one else. Just me.

hello everyone,

sorry i have not gotten the time to reply to each one of you...i would like to say thank you for noticing me and writing such beautiful and meaningful poems and haikus,this means alot....you all are really talented people and i read each one of the lovely poems and haikus....it means a lot to me that you guys posted here

It's Me

It's You

It's Them

@youarenotalone00

Here's my poem, titled: Rainbow without Rain

Before I come home

and you kiss me Hi,

Before we burn our dinner again, and on our third try,

Before we give up, order two pizzas

and eat them whole,

Before the screen turns black

and the credits roll,

before we head to bed,

and turn off all the lights,

I think of how much I love you,

and I guess I can finally say it tonight.

~Soumya

@Soumya1309

hii,

i really liked it...be sure to read it out to the special someone you wrote this about

@youarenotalone00

Glad you liked it : )

Thanks a bunch! And I definitely will read it out to them.

I've got a notes app full of poems I don't show anyone they aren't great but they help me get my thoughts out. Trigger warning for anyone just looking for motivational poetry this probably isn't the one.

Why does death seem so appealing?

When life keeps you in constant reeling

What’s the use of even feeling

It’s always been that way

My gaze lingers from time to time

Through windows at heights, you couldn’t climb

“Is it far enough to free my mind?

I’m afraid it will never be

Asking for help or trying to fly

Neither will improve you

Your stuck right where you once began

And nothing can quite move you

Positive thoughts! Affirmations too!

But it’s too late my brains just goo

And at that moment I think of you

And think of what you’d say

@regularWatermelon

hiii

i for one person really liked it...it hit me like a bus...u have unintentionally described my current life

basically i absolutely loved it....just the way it is...it is perfect

Pain

It's like a prison I'm in, I'm trying to break it

The more I try, I see no ways of escaping

Sometimes I feel like I've submitted

And there's nothing I can do except cry

My pain has faded

It seems like my pain itself is tired of giving me more pain

@ChristmasGift

wow the last line hit me

it was so beautiful

i really liked it

do write more

hii so its been a while since i wrote poetry here so i thought today would make the perfect oppertunity

so here goes nothing

why do you leave?

you leave like a flash in the sky,

for a minute there is light and the very next its all darkness that i see.

It breaks my heart when you do,

you break my heart peice by peice...make every bit hurt

like it's nothing for you...like its so easy.

you leave me broken , and i stay broken hoping you would

pick those peices up

yet you are not there how much ever i wait .

if you loved me why did you leave me?

@youarenotalone00

it's really heart touching

keep writing more

@intuitiveBike8912

thank you so much....im really glad you liked it

Opened up to a distant land,

I took the path unplanned.

The battle never ended, I'm stuck, teeth clenched and winded

And I want to know what I need to do.

I look all around me to see what my mind tells me,

Feelings are confused and I want to believe

That someday when I'm gone, you'll remember me.

Can you show me how to love,

Because in my pained weird brain,

Where the center refuge continually burns

I want you to love me the same way I love you.

Just please, let this be true.

@Davidh25653

"I want you to love me the same way I love you."

felt it

keep writing more. would love to read

@intuitiveBike8912

Thank you. I appreciate it that you took time to read my poem. I've written other poems in the past under a psudonym. Usually I aim for concepts or stories, not poetry about how I feel. I figured it fitting for this thread and website, given how everyone here is so caring and vulnerable with each other :)

@Davidh25653 yup

My most recent poem (December 2019):

Who are you to think that we can stop the world from turning?
Why do you think that we alone can stop the Sun from burning?
Don’t you think that everything must have happened once before?
We’re just creatures upon this Earth–nothing less and nothing more.

We can’t turn the hands of time or bend the winds of change,
Or put the sand back in the glass or count backward the days.
Nothing that we do or say can stem the evolution.
The Earth can turn and the Sun can burn without a revolution.

We don’t hold the world in our hands and bend it to our will.
We cannot command all living things to hold together still.
Let go of all your fear and guilt for things you can’t control.
Surrender all your anguish to the universal soul.

You won’t change the world today with tears of pain and sorrow,
So close your eyes and rest your mind; the world will live tomorrow.