write your poetry here!!

Knowledgeable woman; Forgets how beautiful she is; Flowers remind her

i want knowledge and books

and fountain pens and thought

i want to walk alone

think alone

dream alone

see, that's just the way i'm programmed.

but then i see

hands being held in the streets

raucous laughter rising from below my window

and those movie scenes where he sits with her in silence.

all of a sudden

a claw grips my throat

fear?

regret?

loss?

i don't know.

should i stay or should i go,

is what i ask myself when i

find myself staring

at you.

please meet my eyes.

only then will i know the truth,

for the eye can never lie.

i pray,

to glance your way

and for your almond eyes to be

already on mine.

yeah, guys im young and in love. first time actually. always went to girls-only schools, brought up by women, my dad the only man i interacted with. i don't know boys and the fear makes me a little more lonely.

im bored, so im going to make some up on the spot..

sometimes

staring at the cracks in the ceiling

eyes burning and glossy

from lack of sleep

i think

will i ever reach out

to touch charred heavens?

tarnished silver and withered roses

full of tired souls

with nothing left to live for

if they're even living at all

wouldn't they get bored?

will i ever slip unnoticed

through walls and willows

speaking without sound?

whispering nothing and everything

doesn't sound much different

than now

will i ever be dragged

miles underground

by thousands of ghostly hands?

sitting in a pool of hot tar

feeling my flesh sear away

bit by bit

at least the pain

would remind me that i'm real

death looks

a lot like life

but

i won't really know until later

maybe i'll just cease to exist

like birth in reverse

the end of an insignificant universe

i don't know

a lot of things

thinking never gives me answers

but that's okay

i don't really want them

the meaning of life

The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.

May I light you and smoke you?

My relationship with addiction

My current flows

beckons my woes

feels distant

All the while close

Listens to my pain

While flowing the same

Why must I crave your embrace

I must flow too

Beckon my woes without you

My current flows

hello,i dont see a lot of ppl posting nowadays...so i thought i would...this one isnt written by me...its by oscar wilde

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

thank you for reading

@youarenotalone00

Missing You

I looked at the sunlight

And which stood a gleam so bright

I looked hesitating, what a glorious sight

That the sun show overhead

Over all the people that have been dead

Buried in tombs so dark that no light go through

I stood there remembering all the days that flew

Weeping for no reason but that I may too....

One day go there to meet you.

-A.G

I wrote this sonnet today, inspired by the depressive episode I've recently been going through. Hope you guys like it!

The Cave:

At times my mind goes wandering away

From the pale blue sky into the abyss

Where sunlight never reaches all the way

As the cave calls for me to reminisce

The gems that once would glitter turned to gray

As dull and dreary as the rocks and coal

Blocking out the dawning of a new day

The shadows blind the windows to my soul

Yet as I fear I went too far astray

A glowing from the distance gives me sight

As I approach and witness the array

Of glittering as the gems reignite

For darkness cannot stop those who are brave

Enough to find a light within the cave

Ok, I never done poetry but here is my attempt.

Watching from afar

The hearty laugh filled with joy

A warm embrace

A playful smile

The warmth radiating from your hand

Watching from afar

The distant gaze peeking into another world

A slow breath in

An exhale out

The final limp hug of someone you love, the warmth fading

Living in the moment

Letting it all go

And as the dandelion lets go of her seeds

Im saying goodbye to you