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There's two kinds of people existing,
you see.
There's people like you
and there's people like me.

Yeah, I might make others happy
because I do just what I'm told.
While you drive others crazy,
because you're strong-willed and you're bold.

But the world doesn't need a good worker,
a girl who gets the job done.
The world needs you, who questions the law,
and always makes everything fun.
you know the value of a word
and can place it with great care
you see colors in a rainbow
others wouldn’t know were there
you can find the silver lining
of the darkest thunder cloud
or make a grown man weep
when he reads your words out loud
you live your life wide open
wear your heart upon your sleeve
give your friends the gift of laughter
and console them when they grieve
you take all the pieces of a life
and use words to make the whole
if you're reading this right now
it means you have a poets soul
There are so many wonderful people and poets on this site, this is my thank you for being awesome poem.
 Oct 2015 Madonna Suchak
Flo
I can't hide this drive
I just want to feel alive
Don't mean to hurt no one
But now that i have gone
You are in tears
Trust destroyed for years
Try to suppress this urge
My soul i try to purge
Failing every time
Here i sit and rhyme
Was raised this way
Unable of letting love stay
Moving from one to another
Any feeling of guilt i smother
Will i ever change?
I was debating on wheter to post this poem or not. This poem is not written on personal experience. I tried to see things on a players point of view. They often hurt people not because they want to but because they are unable of setteling down and accepting love. I write about things that I see are happening around me. I see people, who cheated or broke up but they did not necessarily mean to hurt people but just could not be satisfied with the love they had and thrived for more. It was a weird poem to write and it is not meant to protect those, who cheat and hurt people but to give people something to think about, what the reason might be why some individuals play and hurt others. Of course not everybody does this on accident. However I hope you still enjoy my poems and I was able to give you something to think about!
 Oct 2015 Madonna Suchak
Flo
Why?
 Oct 2015 Madonna Suchak
Flo
Always going after the ones, who don't care
The ones we love, a love they don't share
Playing and using us
It hurts but but we can't see
Feeling empty useless and depressed
Why does it break our heart inside our chest
Knowing they would be this way
Why do we want to make them stay?
 Oct 2015 Madonna Suchak
Flo
A hole inside my heart
Big; hollow; dark;
Has always been there
Never thought I should care

Covers up over time
Naive were the thoughts of mine
To think about a better place
With hope and love no pain and sorrows

Things I can not achieve
No matter how hard I try; imagine and believe
Still a hole inside my heart
Big, hollow and dark
Emptiness

We are trying to overcome
Our problems and flaws
We think they hold us strong within their claws
Wishing we could change ourselves
Knowing we will fail trying
This is my very first poem I've ever written. It also is one of my favorites. It can be interpretated in different ways. It is about trying to change the world for a better and seeing oneself failing in the process to do so. It is also about trying to change the very own personality to a better but finding oneself unable to do so and proceeding in falling into old habits that were thought to be overcome. Pain is playing an important role in this poem, which can sometimes knock you down. However even in the darkest moments one should not give up.
we were in love & it was beautiful.
god, it was so beautiful.
it was amazing.
but it wasn't real...
fake roses are beautiful too, you know.
but they aren't real.
to think i thought you were too good for me
but in the end i realized
it was the other way around
it was i,
who was too good for your mind games.
it was i,
who was too good to be treated like that.
it was i,
who was too good to feel unworthy.
it was me all long,
who was too good for you.
i held two hands and
one let go but one remained
and i clung to it

i think i still held
on even when you let go
i think i still am
2 haikus.
My back hurts so bad,

But nobody will help,

Please let me die now.
A haiku about being a girl.
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