Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
RVani Kalyani Jul 2019
Crystal clear sky of Green,
And that red coloured stream.
If the trees turn to blue too,
Will that seem beautiful to you?
What's wrong with this happening?
I've fed up with u people changing.
Blinded by progression u don't see the crisis,
I still wait for the day u admit that Nature is the basis.
A plea made by the nature's messenger/ nature's part to find nature's lost self.
We people have become so worse that we don't feel gratitude for nature anymore.
And we are not humans anymore either. In a par of civilisation,we are only focusing about the things that profit us while ignoring the nature's saddest cries.
Elemenohp Jul 2019
Tie a knot in twine.
Stop a thought in time.
Cut a rope, slit a throat.
Floors and walls the blood will coat.

Resist evil. Remain pure.
Do not feed these thoughts which stir.
Blake Jul 2019
I faked everything
and for once I felt something,

with every
dead arm beneath you
hair in between my lips
the gentle squeezes
your eyebrows turning angry
the kisses
the connection
with every ****** feeling

I finally actually felt something

and for that to go,
it just feels like
I felt something to make me realise
I never was anything

                                            I was nothing
                                              I'm nothing
Von Jul 2019
If this book were a death note,
can you guess
how many people I would want to eliminate
from this lovely earth?
Ten?
Hundreds?
Thousands?
Or,
would I only write one name?
.
.
.
My name
Azulene Azulia Jun 2019
...
***** this world!!!
I scream,not so loud...
Azulene Azulia Jun 2019
This wicked world,
Is where I grew up.
Hated the crowd,
But I don't give up.
People stab me right in the heart,
And act like they are hurt.
Feeling this for ages,
Been living in the cages.
Nigdaw Jun 2019
Omnipresent
Voiceless, faceless  hatred
Unwillingly accepted
By data communication,
Even when you're not there
I feel you, words piercing
Through flesh, deeper
Than the love of family ties
Criticism, every little thing
Scrutinised.
I am left with one door open
Follow me if you dare.
I stare relentlessly
At her every ****** gesture
At her brown hair sapped in gold
At her beauty that disgusts me and allures me.

Her beauty is that that shines in the rain.
Darkness clouded by a silver lining
Shes several weeks of tears wsiting to happen.
She's wsiting to lie that she needs me
She's waiting to lie that she wants me

Her smile pierces my soul then turns to my heart.
Her skins like gold dipped in chocolate
I want to hoard her and covet her
But my love of her is evil.

She glides in a room like skates on ice.
But remember every glide is a clean cut hidden from your eyes.
And Thats what she is
A clean cut from a razor on an artery
A Christians hell
A Hindus Naraka
And, an Atheists clear infinite blackness.
Yet still I crave her.
This poem is about a beautiful girl i am crushing on. I used the idea of princess Helen of Troy. Whos beauty caused war
Next page