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24th October 5:03am
TeeTeeAlyriAh0764 TeeTeeAlyricAh0764
Forgive me for I'm slow sometimes 🫰😉
Hey guyz &galz Nice 2b here actually it IZ cuz I gotz a different Flow comin out of me & She IZ Ready to shamelessly share truthful sowing seedz created quite passionately indeed 🫰🫰😎 IZ DAT Innerstandable Folkz, well I hope so & thanks for the welcome again 🫵 all 😎 in my 👀 ☺️🤌👍✊ sincerely ❤️👊😁LyricalLady aka TeeTeeAlyriAh0764
21st October 1:46am
pikachulover2000
Red
You mentioned to me
your favorite color was red
And the next day my nails were
cherry
I would give you my blood
and only shy once id learned
you had been under
my skin
if you listen carefully, you'll notice
my heart race to match yours
whenever you hold
my hand or my head or my hips or my
It's the way you look
in the evening sunlight
in the morning
and i'm thinking if i could stop time.
your favorite color was red
And the next day my nails were
cherry
I would give you my blood
and only shy once id learned
you had been under
my skin
if you listen carefully, you'll notice
my heart race to match yours
whenever you hold
my hand or my head or my hips or my
It's the way you look
in the evening sunlight
in the morning
and i'm thinking if i could stop time.
17th October 2:35pm
moroccanpoet
The Oasis To My Desert.
I had to let go
Of a life that tormented me
With daily retributions
Which I didn’t deserve
Through the callous heart
Of someone who hated me
For no reason but the fact
That I was alive.
Cleaning up the mess
Has been no easy task
For I have been to hell and back
The past six months
Trying to regain my soul
That was burnt to an ember
Yet yearning to return
With the passion of a phoenix.
And then you came along
Out of the blue, one day
And stole my heart completely
From your very first Hello
For with your words of comfort
You took away the pain
That had tortured me
Like a branding iron.
With the sweetest touch of love
You turned my world upside down
Where all hurt and pain subsided
And my healing began
Knowing you were the oasis
To my once barren desert
And that I was deeply loved
Without a shadow of a doubt
Of a life that tormented me
With daily retributions
Which I didn’t deserve
Through the callous heart
Of someone who hated me
For no reason but the fact
That I was alive.
Cleaning up the mess
Has been no easy task
For I have been to hell and back
The past six months
Trying to regain my soul
That was burnt to an ember
Yet yearning to return
With the passion of a phoenix.
And then you came along
Out of the blue, one day
And stole my heart completely
From your very first Hello
For with your words of comfort
You took away the pain
That had tortured me
Like a branding iron.
With the sweetest touch of love
You turned my world upside down
Where all hurt and pain subsided
And my healing began
Knowing you were the oasis
To my once barren desert
And that I was deeply loved
Without a shadow of a doubt
17th October 8:15am
Akshali
Metamorphosis
Sometimes simple things matter. They give you the will to live on.. so that you don't have to be perfect.. so that you don't run behind perfection.. and shed some weight of expectations.. sometimes it's just a point of view.. and sometimes it's simply rest that gives you the courage to get up and it shouldn't be minimised.. It is inevitable part of life... Trust your instincts and follow your gut it goes a long way.. rather than taking the path of exhaustive decisions and demeaning compromises. It's a loop of learning and unlearning that is constant. Slowly it becomes peaceful when you realise in distinct moments that you are welcoming grace as you see yourself in the mirror shedding the unwanted easily which you carried on for so long on your shoulders... You feel weightless and ready.. Ready for the next learning... To discover one more part of you that is inside the infinite you! Simple you! But infinite you!
15th October 9:02am
Wordvomit2001
Oww
I was always taught ,that love was easy . I now know that to be lies.love hurts more than anything ive experinced. You probally want an answer but I longer have one, for I do not know if we are meant to be .love shouldn't make me ill . I forewarned I can dissappear like we were never lovers , forget all memories and carry on . A skilll of self preservation learned long ago. I do not know if this is goodbye dear but I feel things will not be the same
11th October 8:02pm
copingwithwords__
small anniversary :)
happy 250 days of being a member of this great community!!
i’ve grown so much since joining, and i dedicate a big part of it to writing and reflecting through poetry, so thank you for supporting and sharing your thoughts with me throughout this 250 days, love you all <33
i’ve grown so much since joining, and i dedicate a big part of it to writing and reflecting through poetry, so thank you for supporting and sharing your thoughts with me throughout this 250 days, love you all <33
11th October 12:21pm
AllCity
What can I say
I live my life day by day
Sometimes it hard to put a smile on my face
Sometimes I wonder what is my place
I know some have it harder than me
This isn’t the way I want to feel you see
I don’t want to run away and hide
I feel I get get hailed back by foolish pride
Sometimes i feel like i am in last place sometime I feel that I haven’t started the race
I live my life day by day
Sometimes it hard to put a smile on my face
Sometimes I wonder what is my place
I know some have it harder than me
This isn’t the way I want to feel you see
I don’t want to run away and hide
I feel I get get hailed back by foolish pride
Sometimes i feel like i am in last place sometime I feel that I haven’t started the race
10th October 11:55pm
Losthepoet Adventurer
Chaos
Chaos is many things
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass few days
all I can think of
was finding a new
purpose of self satisfactory
Becoming a
continual architect of my world
with a sword gripped in my right hand
with Gods law written on it
in my left hand
gripping various colored roses
They were chosen to be
a representation of anything
That looks good must die
Anything good anything
edible anything
that is promising
can be cast away
and thrown away
into the void of nothingness
Called Chaos
A destructive force that if it can be embraced
It would be like a sword forged in fire
A solid truth that could be never called a liar
Gather round and see a
chaos that paved a way
for creation and truth to shine
in the middle of Chaos
Chaos a expression
of one’s own limit to walk in truth
Truth is a race and so is chaos
To be a time limit
So don’t waste time
but live every day to reach
your highest prime
Don’t wait till Chaos grips your mind
and engulfs you into a pit of neuropathy
Don’t let it be your demise
But grab hold and embrace
All the moments
The good the bad
and be properly forged into
The proper Chaos
That changes lives
“For there to be creation there has to be chaos”
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass few days
all I can think of
was finding a new
purpose of self satisfactory
Becoming a
continual architect of my world
with a sword gripped in my right hand
with Gods law written on it
in my left hand
gripping various colored roses
They were chosen to be
a representation of anything
That looks good must die
Anything good anything
edible anything
that is promising
can be cast away
and thrown away
into the void of nothingness
Called Chaos
A destructive force that if it can be embraced
It would be like a sword forged in fire
A solid truth that could be never called a liar
Gather round and see a
chaos that paved a way
for creation and truth to shine
in the middle of Chaos
Chaos a expression
of one’s own limit to walk in truth
Truth is a race and so is chaos
To be a time limit
So don’t waste time
but live every day to reach
your highest prime
Don’t wait till Chaos grips your mind
and engulfs you into a pit of neuropathy
Don’t let it be your demise
But grab hold and embrace
All the moments
The good the bad
and be properly forged into
The proper Chaos
That changes lives
“For there to be creation there has to be chaos”
Written by Losthepoet
(Adventurer)
Chaos
For there to be creation there must be chaos
5th October 2:36pm
mrimac2008 mrimac
walls
walls,which i hate the most
has became the most loved one
but...
once you loved it
the freedom of yours
is far away
if the life is just that wall
so...
why did you live
so hard
but..
when i see that wall
i shall write a poem
about the wall's beauty
but never ever
write a single word
about the dark side of it
has became the most loved one
but...
once you loved it
the freedom of yours
is far away
if the life is just that wall
so...
why did you live
so hard
but..
when i see that wall
i shall write a poem
about the wall's beauty
but never ever
write a single word
about the dark side of it
4th October 11:03pm
VictorManqoba
I write
Hello everyone. I'm Manqoba an aspiring poet. Hope to share and be inspired here with all of you.
I write poetry because poems are a reflection of the hidden me, the real me.
I write so that my thoughts become words written down on an empty page.
I write to pull worlds into thd light of day, set them free, and in so doing I can no longer call them things of my imagining.
I write to express the emotions, ideas and thoughts that jump out at me.
I write to be free
I write because it satisfies me.
I write poetry because poems are a reflection of the hidden me, the real me.
I write so that my thoughts become words written down on an empty page.
I write to pull worlds into thd light of day, set them free, and in so doing I can no longer call them things of my imagining.
I write to express the emotions, ideas and thoughts that jump out at me.
I write to be free
I write because it satisfies me.
