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Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Sometimes I write poetry to cope:
freely expressing
my emotions and thoughts,
relieving my mind
of burning exploding emotions
and incessant thoughts
which were seeking my attention.
Once I have carefully clearly listened
to distressed emotions and impelling thoughts
they dissipate
leaving my mind in peace.

Once I have clarified
in a poem
what I am feeling and thinking,
then I philosophically reflect
on what I am feeling and thinking,
striving to discover wisdom
about the practical issues
my emotions and thoughts
have raised in my mind.
Thus, poetry is my path to wisdom
by which I achieve more joy and happiness.
The rains down and dig the earth
With their strong power and iron force
Making the earth vibrated with great movements

The green plant gets out with great greetings
The world sings, the world dances
The sun concentrates its rays

To get more vapor from the seas and rivers
The flies dance in circles, the wilds get peace

Your sight makes more than flows
It digs at my heart with iron force
Making it paralyzed, urging for mercy and peace

The green love was born and attracts all atoms
My atoms want to stay by one side that comes
From you sight that makes me out balance

My flower gets more shines and colors
My age returns back as the early years
I can jump on one leg and dance
I can sing a lot of songs express my feelings

And you still send your rays
To get my vapor raises
That is not my vapor, that ares my sweats
As I get shame, to look at brilliant face
the love water the hunger and thirst hearts which ask for calm and peace
K Jul 2019
If you wait too much time, whatever words you say won't matter anymore because that person didn't hear them when he/she needed to. They won't mean anything.

It's understandable that time may have helped you feel or think different than the way you used to, so the words finally came to you... just don't wait too much to say them, because time will also help that person feel or think different.
AMBRIEL Jun 2019
YOU
You're too sleepy to even notice
how i adore your angelic features.

You're awesomely smart
that's why i can't deny i love the way you think.  

Your eyes are not expressive as his eyes are
but your eyes is my escape from the reality that is so harsh.

You are my comfort zone that i didn't expect to have you are an unknown blessing that God gave me while i'm losing my way to the right path.
Dedicated for him <3
Hawa May 2019
It's not OKay :

To let people run over you like its a normal thing to do.

To overthink everything and trouble yourself.

To keep thinking about how others react to your response.

To let anyone control your life.

To keep waiting for love and feel miserable because you don't have one.

To keep all your emotions bottled up but there's always someone who cares.

To cry yourself to sleep every night.

To get hurt but not say anything, to avoid conflict.

To not to state your opinions because no one cares.

To feel depressed but not say.

To have that tired feeling all day long and getting it worse in the night.

To wake up every morning and feel disappointed because you didn't die last night.

To be scared of this world and "what's" out there.

To want to fall in love but being scared to ever trust anyone.

To wish to not to live anymore.

To write this all, but never follow it.
Maria Etre May 2019
Oh Darling,
Get ready,
I think
I found
my
self
Esther L Krenzin Dec 2018
My story is filled with blotted ink
from the tears that so freely fell
Ensnared behind my closed mouth
words form and then rebel
Hands bleed with the need to write
but the pen has long been dry
Sometimes I wonder if
it has always been a lie
Then what is this
that flows through my veins?
Forged from silver
held back by chains
I do not see blood
only unformed murmurs
Mere fragments of the thoughts
buried beneath the armor
And if you tore me open
all you will ever find
Is blank paper
torn pages
and ink run dry.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Do you ever long to write yet no words form? To put down on page what feels so powerful yet so
quiet.
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