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    i'm trying to write down all my feelings,

    let them bleed out onto this keyboard, i'm tired of holding my thoughts inside the prison of my mind, i need to release some kind of toxicity from inside me, my demons are invisible, silent tormentors that reside in my head, but i'm more resilent than i seem, we are all so much...
    Helenaaargh Helenaaargh
    26-30, F
    1 Response Jan 4, 2016

    don't know how bad I need you here with me,

    I need you more than anything more than I need to breathe How do I last now that my heart has grown so cold, Being without you its like my heart was put on hold How do I stay warm without you to hold me tight, I wish I was in your arms and everything was right When I'm with...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    1 Response Apr 3, 2016

    'There is a love reminisce,

    like a seed I've never sown. Of lips I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I've never known.' ~Lang Leav
    simplywanderlust simplywanderlust
    31-35, F
    Nov 11, 2015

    Because her body is winter inside a

    cave because someone built fire there and forgot to put it out because bedtime is a castle she’s building inside herself with a moat and portcullis and buckets full of mist because when you let go the reins horses tumble over cliffs and turn into moths before hitting bottom...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    1 Response Dec 11, 2015

    I decided to play a game

    but even before it started, I said to myself it is lame. There were two option from which to choose, I chose the one that made me lose. Then I blamed it on God, said it was his fault, I said I tried, I dared, but in actual I was just scared . Scared that my own mistakes have...
    iamfreedom iamfreedom
    22-25, F
    1 Response Mar 23, 2015

    A big melting slice of self hate Oh my

    self-loathing is disgustingly indulgent, It destroys my health I wallow with glee for hours in the pits of my own self-hatred Everything I do say and see I use as ammo in an endless war against myself Repulsive, retarded, Excentric , erratic Shy, fake, problematic I wish I...
    Unsatisfiedstace2 Unsatisfiedstace2
    46-50, F
    1 Response Feb 8, 2016

    With a wink for my English,

    Dutch, Belgian and German friends. «Waterloo! Waterloo! Waterloo! Dismal plain! Pale death swirled together the sombre batallions In your theatre of woods, hillocks and valleys, Like a current bubbling up into an overfull urn. Europe on one side, France on the other...
    MrSquishy MrSquishy
    41-45, M
    1 Response Jun 18, 2015

    what is art it is a meaning of expression

    that one dives into through the heart when one digs deep into their inner self of expression this is a good way for one to vent out what comes within
    aaronpayne aaronpayne
    26-30, M
    Nov 10, 2015

    "I've always been different

    and I'll tell you why. I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm not afraid of being honest and raw and downright brutal with how I choose to hammer words out of my mouth. I'm not afraid to show myself without a designer label, without any coat of sugary bullshit. I'm not afraid to say I...
    TjDee TjDee
    18-21, F
    1 Response Apr 21, 2015

    Did you hear about the rose

    that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared. -Tupac Shakur
    marladurden13 marladurden13
    46-50, F
    Feb 6, 2015

    'There’s someone who wraps you warm in their

    arms, Brings a smile to your lips even when you’re tired, Sends you messages to tell you you’re wanted, They’re a reason you’re still living They’re ones to punch the one, who let go of you, And take your tears onto their shoulders, And tell you there “more fish in...
    simplywanderlust simplywanderlust
    31-35, F
    1 Response Nov 15, 2015

    There was a young lady from Ryde.

    Who swallowed an apple and died! The apple lamented. And inside her fermented! Making cider. Inside her. Insides!
    picklebobble picklebobble
    51-55, M
    1 Response Dec 5, 2015

    The City Of Sin - LO!

    Death hath rear'd himself a throne In a strange city, all alone, Far down within the dim west — Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best, Have gone to their eternal rest.   There shrines, and palaces, and towers Are — not like any thing of ours — Oh no...
    Juanhosbride Juanhosbride
    36-40, F
    Jan 5, 2016

    Waiting I am waiting to get back my WING.

    Which has been chopped by IMF DRUG DEALER CHILD LABOR SCAM WORLD ISLAMIST TERRORIST BOMBER OF LIBYAN EMBASSY Naval Yard Boston Marathon Texas Saint Bernadio Beheaded my Friend, Avijit Roy Threaten to Finish My Family Here, in the USA and In Bangladesh. Iranian Father Health...
    Juanhosbride Juanhosbride
    36-40, F
    Jan 5, 2016

    Heart Some people sell their blood.

    You sell your heart. It was either that or the soul. The hard part is getting the damn thing out. A kind of twisting motion, like shucking an oyster, your spine a wrist, and then, hup! it's in your mouth. You turn yourself partially inside out like a sea anemone coughing...
    deleted deleted
    Nov 20, 2015

    Jab tere dard may dil dhukta tha Hum tere huq

    mai dua kartay thay Hum bhi chup chap phira kartay thay Jub teri dhun may jiya kartay thay
    ishqelahasil ishqelahasil
    26-30, M
    Nov 17, 2015

    Slow Dance

    Slow Dance This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem Please pass it on. This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
    deleted deleted
    3 Responses May 29, 2013

    Here is a poem from E.

    E. Cummings that I thought was nice: ‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my...
    Kalena09 Kalena09
    51-55, F
    1 Response Jul 27, 2014

    Robert Frost Poem

    Nature's first green is gold- Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf a flower... But only so an hour- Then leaf subsides to leaf- So Eden sank in grief- So dawn goes down to day.... No, nothing GOLD can stay. *feels sad*
    TheChurchLady TheChurchLady
    46-50, F
    20 Responses Jun 16, 2012

    Bloodied, scarred, beaten,

    A man,Ravaged,Lies on the field of battle,Nearly broken,His body stirs,Summoning courage,He rejects defeat,Rises slowly,To his knees,Then his feet,His heart,Pumping strength to his limbs,Life to his spirit,And the will to soldier on,WoA 
    WizardOfAahs WizardOfAahs
    46-50, M
    1 Response Oct 4, 2014

    She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless

    climes and starry skies.. Lord Byron
    showstar showstar
    66-70, M
    2 Responses Jul 8, 2015

    Cold dark nights, beautiful starry skies,

    look into the clouds there a noble being lies, a being of neither love or hate, a being bound by neither destiny or fate, a being looking for purpose, looking for it's place, in a world that is obsessed by race.
    RebelLynx RebelLynx
    18-21, M
    1 Response Jun 29, 2014

    Why do i like her? whenever i got time,

    then i'll think..... what have i seen in you? whenever i got time, then i'll think..... whole city says they knew me, but whose my own, whenever i got time, then i'll think..... and i have written her, "try to find a way to meet," she wrote me back "whenever she got time, she'll...
    MalikMinu MalikMinu
    22-25, M
    Dec 12, 2015

    Oh the dark silence The vastness of the wood As

    night advances The sun sets from view The creeping stillness Hashed by the wind Animals scatter The darkness pours in As evening breaks The loan wolf howl The moon glows red For change is now Today is history And tomorrow but a dream Alone in the woods With all the night gleams...
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    1 Response Jun 5, 2015

    I found this poem by Pablo Neruda,

    and every time I read it it moves me. You can find sadness and happiness coexisting and its really sweet The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda "I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the...
    Lacrimosadies Lacrimosadies
    18-21, F
    Feb 4, 2016

    Poetry is thoughts that breathe,

    and words that burn.
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    Feb 28, 2016

    Half- sleeping, my body pulls towards

    yours-- desire a long oar dipping again and again in this night's dark rain. --- Jane Hirshfield
    hardbargain hardbargain
    56-60, M
    Apr 15, 2015

    Two voices are lifted

    where judgment cannot sit. Perhaps I can hide beside you, protected by your wings... Where it is safe to fly and to forget. To taste the goodness your kisses will bring... You have me now, clandestine, I am yours as sand secretly holds shells from the sea. You have me...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    1 Response Dec 13, 2015
    Thevy29 Thevy29
    31-35, M
    Sep 22, 2014

    They are not long, the weeping

    and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. --Ernest Dowson
    BradesGirl BradesGirl
    41-45, F
    Jan 8, 2016

    Do not go gentle into

    that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good...
    deleted deleted
    Dec 1, 2015

    Tamanna e dard Kay liye paida kiya Insaan ko

    Hum nay Warna ata-at Kay liye kam na thay karo bayaan Kisi ka dard ho dil beqaraar Apna hai hawa kahein ki ho seena figar apna hai Hum hud becha kartay thay kabhi dard e dil ki dawa Aaj waqt nay hamay la khara kia apni hi Dukan per
    ishqelahasil ishqelahasil
    26-30, M
    1 Response Jan 3, 2016

    Kubla Khan By Samuel Taylor Coleridge "In

    Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills...
    Bewail Bewail
    26-30, F
    2 Responses Apr 28, 2015

    What Matter(S)

    What are you made of, my heart? Sometimes so light, You lift me to the sky. Sometimes so heavy, You bring me crashing down. Sometimes so vast, You could take the whole world in. Sometimes so small, I can't even love myself. Sometimes so soft, I want to warp myself in you...
    MrSquishy MrSquishy
    41-45, M
    2 Responses Nov 2, 2013

    SUFI SONG [Love and fire are the same] [The

    heat of love outweighs the heat of fire] [Fire burns material, but love burns the heart] [Fire can be put out with water, but…] [What is the remedy for love?] Gulam Farid, (Addressing himself.. and to all humans in general) [Don’t fall in love where the intensity of...
    MalikMinu MalikMinu
    22-25, M
    Dec 12, 2015

    A touch, soft and tender.

    A whisper, full of desire A gasp of sweet surrender As passion fuels the fire No words spoken between us No promises to be kept No lies being told tonight No looking back - no regrets Longing to hold each other Such precious little time Both vowed to another Being lonely their...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    2 Responses Mar 15, 2016

    Poem #11 Family Photos

    Granddad and Rosie Grandad and Rosie never did like each other, but Grandma loved them both. From the day Fred Jr. brought her home and introduced her as his new bride, Grandad and Rosie didn't like each other. But twice a year, Grandma would bring out the old Kodak, Brownie and...
    Serenitree Serenitree
    70+, F
    1 Response Jul 22, 2011

    I used to try so hard to understand a poem.

    .. I was being vigilant instead of receptive. If the poem is saying the unsayable, I don’t need to articulate it back to myself with words. The poet has done that for me. If poems are about emotions, then that is the language I need to use when I’m reading them. Poetry has...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    Sep 28, 2015

    Troubles twist together Friends fix Muddles

    mix Futures flux forever Worries writhe wherever Soul sorts Angst aborts Solutions stasis sever
    mcconchiea mcconchiea
    56-60, M
    Jul 9, 2015

    SUFI song I am notorious

    for love-play ................... in worldly existence, what's there but hurt and anguish .......... give me that wine, O Master! .................... Master, give me that spirituous wine which you had earlier given to Shibli and Mansur..................... then Bedam would...
    MalikMinu MalikMinu
    22-25, M
    Dec 12, 2015

    It struck me — every Day — The Lightning was

    as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And let the Fire through — It burned Me — in the Night — It Blistered to My Dream — It sickened fresh upon my sight — With every Morn that came — I though that Storm — was brief — The Maddest — quickest by — But...
    marladurden13 marladurden13
    46-50, F
    3 Responses Feb 4, 2015

    Any action in the fullness of time,

    sinks to nothingness. :/ :/
    deleted deleted
    Jan 21, 2016

    When I am an old woman I shall wear

    purple  With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves  And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.  I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired  And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm...
    deleted deleted
    1 Response Jul 21, 2015

    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    Nov 19, 2015

    DAFFODILSWilliam WordsworthI WANDERED lonely

    as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending...
    ClaudNine ClaudNine
    22-25, F
    1 Response Nov 11, 2014

    They both held hands.

    They both were meant to be together. But it was the devil who kept them apart. _a.k.y_ Please take out with credits.
    absss absss
    18-21, T
    Jun 29, 2015

    She is a crack head..

    She is smart.. Wise.. She is always right.. Plays a her will.. She is kind, but don't show it.. Bossy.. and thinks she rules.. She cares.. yet lashes me out She is honest.. simple.. Secretive.. does not trust easy.. Always curious.. funny in her own way.. stubborn..tough.. has...
    deleted deleted
    1 Response Dec 12, 2015

    blue skies Green fields Beer flows like

    water Happiness all around People are inviting Stories are great This is the place I want to be Ireland is my dream Ireland is where my roots come from Ireland is where I will go
    deleted deleted
    1 Response Jan 31, 2015

    The Endless Cycle

    The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours, Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors, Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased, though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste, And with that taste I get a craving that is...
    SoulsOfTheTrees SoulsOfTheTrees
    18-21, F
    Jul 27, 2012

    In the deep sea, when the wave rises It runs to

    shore to find its destiny It roars while it cries in cheer It comes in ecstasy The sand is mostly still No one knows what goes on beneath When the tide hits The sand feels complete The union gives it the very purpose The sand gives away a bit of itself When the tide slows down n...
    deleted deleted
    Jan 24, 2016

    CigaretteLit cigarette is placedsent

    for one more packetBurned one picture of herone is still on fire.Lit cigarette is placedsent for one more packetRanjha Uncle guided me wrongMajnoo Uncle tricked me inMom and Dad told me to stay awayOey Leave! what's left in love?Now lit cigarette is placed....There's a locket in...
    MalikMinu MalikMinu
    22-25, M
    Dec 16, 2015

    "Truth," said a traveler,

    "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest tower, From whence the world looks black." "Truth," said a traveler, "Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom; Long have I pursued it, But never have I touched The hem of its garment." And...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    Nov 29, 2015

    I built my hut in a zone of human habitation.

    Yet near there are sounds no noise of horse or coach.                Would you know how that is possible?    A heart that is distant creates a wilderness around it.I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze long at...
    NewBeginnings77 NewBeginnings77
    31-35, F
    Nov 14, 2015

    One how stole my heart One how stole my

    sole One how treated my bad One I treated well Why most we fight Why most we break up My blood shed My heart broke Why most you do this to me Why did I trust you
    deleted deleted
    5 Responses Jan 3, 2015

    In the distance a light is flickering On

    and off... On and off... We don't know if it's weak or meant to be that way, yet we're following. Trying to get ever closer, because when it's dark we're wallowing. On and off... On and off... Some give up, stuck in the darkness they just turn their backs. It's up to the rest...
    SkollHati SkollHati
    22-25, M
    1 Response Aug 30, 2015

    A rant post by Lord Byron To Woman Woman!

    experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! thou choicest blessing, When join'd with hope, when...
    iCuriousBabe iCuriousBabe
    46-50, F
    2 Responses Jun 22, 2015

    Where is the life we have lost in living?

    Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information. T.S. Eliot, ‘‘The Rock’’ (1934).
    Naatoor Naatoor
    26-30, M
    Mar 7, 2016
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