Miscellaneous Poems by New Members
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
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atkfrostyatk
Poem Published
Today 2:02am
Today 2:02am
The journey
Inside the mind lies the truth of life,
circles turning with much insight
Imitation of beauty which guides the soul,
creations of nature summing parts of a whole
Lines of fiction encumber metaphorical beauty,
truth of lies a twisted bag of booty
Circles unfolding giving jewels to traditions old,
mystery of knowledge is reality's role
Follow your heart to the stare that calls,
uplift your minds as reality falls
Into the abyss of darkness,
the hearing of sirens sweet madness call
Believe what you wish,
know what you choose
circles turning with much insight
Imitation of beauty which guides the soul,
creations of nature summing parts of a whole
Lines of fiction encumber metaphorical beauty,
truth of lies a twisted bag of booty
Circles unfolding giving jewels to traditions old,
mystery of knowledge is reality's role
Follow your heart to the stare that calls,
uplift your minds as reality falls
Into the abyss of darkness,
the hearing of sirens sweet madness call
Believe what you wish,
know what you choose
#TruthOfLife
#uplifting
#wisdom #determination
#wisdom #determination
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Jimigray
Gray Fraust
Gray Fraust
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 3:30am
3rd Jul 2020 3:30am
Waning awake
Sleeps all but foegotten, dreams t become impossible.
Bullied to the depths of my brain.
With less and less rest to reset, days begin to mesh.
Sleep becomes inconcievable, the more hours spent waning awake.
Whats it like to be normal just a guy with friends and hobbies to keep him sane.
Talking with myslef reveal secrets, but rather dry, theres nobody awake in the hours i wane awake.
Should I get ready fiffle my hair, and iron my pants, Who's gonna see?
Theres nobody to judge, no people to impress, no status quo.
I could not slower wear only boxers...
Bullied to the depths of my brain.
With less and less rest to reset, days begin to mesh.
Sleep becomes inconcievable, the more hours spent waning awake.
Whats it like to be normal just a guy with friends and hobbies to keep him sane.
Talking with myslef reveal secrets, but rather dry, theres nobody awake in the hours i wane awake.
Should I get ready fiffle my hair, and iron my pants, Who's gonna see?
Theres nobody to judge, no people to impress, no status quo.
I could not slower wear only boxers...
#sleep
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Mookie
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:19pm
Yesterday 6:19pm
Escape
Just close your eyes for a moment
Jump on to your imagination and hold real tight
You can be in a different place and a different time
We all have the ability to time travel
We all have the ability to escape the world we are in
Just close your eyes for a moment...
Jump on to your imagination and hold real tight
You can be in a different place and a different time
We all have the ability to time travel
We all have the ability to escape the world we are in
Just close your eyes for a moment...
#SelfDiscovery
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Johnny707
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 2:11am
30th Jun 2020 2:11am
Torn from a curse
Torn away from my past,
Feeling the touch of destiny's wraith.
Creeping up on me,
Sensing its entity.
Even though I don't believe in fate,
I don't have to believe in something for it to be not fake.
I'm lost,
Can't find a way out without it having a cost.
I'm afraid,
Of not being afraid.
I find peace in the chaos,
Like when Jesus found peace on the cross.
What does it mean,
When I seek what scares me.
Am I not right in my head,
Am I alone to dread.
I bled for my...
Feeling the touch of destiny's wraith.
Creeping up on me,
Sensing its entity.
Even though I don't believe in fate,
I don't have to believe in something for it to be not fake.
I'm lost,
Can't find a way out without it having a cost.
I'm afraid,
Of not being afraid.
I find peace in the chaos,
Like when Jesus found peace on the cross.
What does it mean,
When I seek what scares me.
Am I not right in my head,
Am I alone to dread.
I bled for my...
#emptiness
31 reads
8 Comments
Anxnymxus
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 8:20pm
23rd Jun 2020 8:20pm
Behind A Screen
I feel it
Deep inside me
I feel
That it's ready to break free
And to crash
The facade I built
To hide the tears
And the guilt
Because I know
That it's my fault
And no one else's
But how am I supposed
To forget someone
Who was a part of my everyday
Any day
A part of me
That now is missing
Said she'd come back
But she never did
How can I miss a person
I've never met
Or seen
I never heard her voice
But I miss it
I miss my phone lighting up
Every time she'd send...
Deep inside me
I feel
That it's ready to break free
And to crash
The facade I built
To hide the tears
And the guilt
Because I know
That it's my fault
And no one else's
But how am I supposed
To forget someone
Who was a part of my everyday
Any day
A part of me
That now is missing
Said she'd come back
But she never did
How can I miss a person
I've never met
Or seen
I never heard her voice
But I miss it
I miss my phone lighting up
Every time she'd send...
#friendship
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falsely_yours_
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 7:35pm
21st Jun 2020 7:35pm
Falsely yours
I sit in this suffocating box of darkness
Covered with a million more boxes on top of it
I sit in this room with nothing to do ,
all day and everyday after it
One would assume by this time I'd be crushed
Because I'm "helpless" and "weighed down too much"
Presumably I'm starving and might grow up to be an alcoholic
Assumedly I'm shy and don't think before I try
Maybe I'm just falsely yours,
or perhaps I'm yours entirely...
With this out the way,
All that's left to say is happy father's day to the man that tried to be
Covered with a million more boxes on top of it
I sit in this room with nothing to do ,
all day and everyday after it
One would assume by this time I'd be crushed
Because I'm "helpless" and "weighed down too much"
Presumably I'm starving and might grow up to be an alcoholic
Assumedly I'm shy and don't think before I try
Maybe I'm just falsely yours,
or perhaps I'm yours entirely...
With this out the way,
All that's left to say is happy father's day to the man that tried to be
#FathersDay
#frustration
46 reads
4 Comments
Darkpoem
Mochii
Mochii
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 9:27am
24th Jun 2020 9:27am
2 am thoughts
It's 2 am and I have no idea what I'm awake for
Midnight thoughts and midnight fears
Keeping calm and trying to quiet my mind isn't
As easy as you make it sound
Get out of my head
Keep me collected
Can't hear the cars over my internal screaming
The rain falls
Keeping in rhythm with the beating of my heart
Thump thump thump
Who's outside
The door creaks open
But it's the cat
Terrified to sleep or wake up
Not breathing
Like Kayla
She's gone since November
Wounds sting months later
Never said goodbye ...
Midnight thoughts and midnight fears
Keeping calm and trying to quiet my mind isn't
As easy as you make it sound
Get out of my head
Keep me collected
Can't hear the cars over my internal screaming
The rain falls
Keeping in rhythm with the beating of my heart
Thump thump thump
Who's outside
The door creaks open
But it's the cat
Terrified to sleep or wake up
Not breathing
Like Kayla
She's gone since November
Wounds sting months later
Never said goodbye ...
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#night
#cancer
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Seeher
CanUSeeher
CanUSeeher
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 4:54pm
13th Jun 2020 4:54pm
A new friend; Phoebus
Warm golden liquid
Splashing onto my face
Drenching me in its
rich depth
Blinding me, yet
giving me sight
Scorching me, yet I
glow in its light
As that beautiful, golden
tongue licks my tears, sponges my
face,it dries my salty
cheeks gently, softly
like a loyal
puppy.
A simple yet complex,
floating orange orb
in the sky.
Tis not alive
yet through it all life
exists. I stare and I do believe it stares back. We size each other up. I with intent and wide and curious eyes. It with blazing heat. ...
Splashing onto my face
Drenching me in its
rich depth
Blinding me, yet
giving me sight
Scorching me, yet I
glow in its light
As that beautiful, golden
tongue licks my tears, sponges my
face,it dries my salty
cheeks gently, softly
like a loyal
puppy.
A simple yet complex,
floating orange orb
in the sky.
Tis not alive
yet through it all life
exists. I stare and I do believe it stares back. We size each other up. I with intent and wide and curious eyes. It with blazing heat. ...
#sun
33 reads
2 Comments
spacecadet
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 6:46pm
3rd Jul 2020 6:46pm
Girl (possible trigger warning for suicidal thoughts)
Who is that girl in the mirror?
Why won’t her mouth move with mine?
Why don’t her eyes reflect my tears?
Why does she always say: ‘I’m fine’?
People ask her, ‘How are you?’
She smiles, she nods, she lies
But none of them see through
To the truth that’s in her eyes
I beg for help, I scream for it
But she is quiet, she is still
Why is she so afraid to admit
That she’s among the mentally ill?
I look out of her eyes
And I see her world
I know her lies
My fists are curled
She hates me, I can...
Why won’t her mouth move with mine?
Why don’t her eyes reflect my tears?
Why does she always say: ‘I’m fine’?
People ask her, ‘How are you?’
She smiles, she nods, she lies
But none of them see through
To the truth that’s in her eyes
I beg for help, I scream for it
But she is quiet, she is still
Why is she so afraid to admit
That she’s among the mentally ill?
I look out of her eyes
And I see her world
I know her lies
My fists are curled
She hates me, I can...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#denial
#emptiness
#emotional
29 reads
2 Comments
Pratik
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 1:55pm
8th Jun 2020 1:55pm
Lucid dreams
I want to have lucid dream
In which I can do something extreme.
I would fly high in the sky above.
I would also talk to my dearest love.
With my dearest love I would meet.
Nearby her I would freely sit.
My love in real life sees me with hate.
But in my dreams I can take her on a date.
In real life for me she doesn't care.
But in my lucid dream we can have affair
In my dreams I can freely express my feelings.
But in my real life I am afraid to do such dealings
In which I can do something extreme.
I would fly high in the sky above.
I would also talk to my dearest love.
With my dearest love I would meet.
Nearby her I would freely sit.
My love in real life sees me with hate.
But in my dreams I can take her on a date.
In real life for me she doesn't care.
But in my lucid dream we can have affair
In my dreams I can freely express my feelings.
But in my real life I am afraid to do such dealings
#scifi
44 reads
1 Comment
Solomon_Jacob
Jacob
Jacob
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 4:34pm
8th Jun 2020 4:34pm
American society
What is life but the aching of a restless mind, breaking hearts with useless notions, love and lust truth and lies, conspiracy theory's invented for the petty minds. American society is blind to the chains around her neck. Let them hang, let me watch in pain as they gain nothing from all these useless things. Shoulders be strong be strong when it all falls apart, don't allow foolish people take away the good in your heart.
#despair
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