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Mariah Jul 7
The cruelest of all
To suffer despite resolve
Fighting while you fall
I refuse to die before it gets better and that's a threat.
Nat Lipstadt Jul 16
for bullet – cookie, who enjoy a good bullet
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MLK (1) thought that the American dream required
“a tough mind and a tender heart.”
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Can't improve on that
Much.
Willing to give it a try, tho,
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One without the other
Will corrupt (has?) us,
fatally,
as in fatality,
Killing the
American Dream
bored, tired, and annoyed by the complainers who insist every poem on my ride is too long (defined as more than 2 stanzas)
Started a new series for the misfits & the  miscalling;

Pithy Poems

short to the point humorous
sometimes poisonous
it is just another way to make a point for those whose attention span Long since died on the cross of third grade
eliana Jun 21
Never stop caring about the little things in life.
Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
Never stop wondering are we on our own.
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.

Never stop building bridges that lead to better tomorrows.
Never stop trying, and don't give into sorrow.
Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you.
Never stop hearing the music, and don't give into the blues.

Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad.
Never stop looking at all the miracles we have had.
Never stop loving the ones you hold dear.
Never stop giving, and don't give into the fear.

Never stop smiling, but look forward to each new day.
Never stop shining in your own special way.
Never forget that all storms will clear.
Remember brighter tomorrows are always near.
keep moving forward.
Feelings tend to be hard,
From them,
We long to break apart.

But if you're going through hardship,
Baby, know that you're loved,
You're stronger than what you oppose.
Rain May 18
I know I’m just your little sis
What do I actually know
But lemme try and just tell you this

I know I’m not in your world exactly
Don’t know the difficult place you’re in
But I know the pain sadly

I’m your sister at the end of the day
You and I are the most alike
We got similar struggles in a way

I know how to read people just like you
Hear what they really think about me
I got that same curse too

Disappointed of the journey we create
Why can’t we be the golden child
But failure must be our fate

I see when you want to be left alone
I see when you’re in a dark cloud
The heavy weight on your backbone

I know how it feels to be lost
Inside your head and heart
Wondering what it’s gonna cost

I also got an addictive personality
Anything to relieve the pain
Anything to escape my reality

I really don’t think struggling is bad
You and I are ahead the game
Even though we didn’t ask to be mad

I pushed off opening up for years
Refused to acknowledge my pain
Scared as hell to face my fears

I know it seems everyone is watching
With a cynical and judgmental eye
Waiting for the chance to start preaching

But sometimes as I see the judgment
Reflected in their eyes
I realize maybe I need adjustment

Maybe I am so harsh on myself
The quickest to assume their mad
Assuming the hatred is from himself

Sometimes from deep within me I see
I hate what I’m doing to everyone
Maybe I refuse to except me

We are all just left to wander alone
A strange unwanted path
A journey we apparently chose

Please don’t think you’re a bad guy
You’re stronger then most
You’re my hero I won’t deny

So yeah I know I’m just your little sis
Love,

Skye Apr 2
I don't care.
I tell myself that.
I don't care.
I tell everyone that.
But the truth is...I care...even if I try not to.
I care even if I act cold.
I care even if I act tough.
I care even if I act like I don't.
I can't stop caring.
I feel deep.
I act like I don't.
I wonder if others feel like that too like they act tough but feel deep I know  lots of guys do.
Mohsin Ahmad Mar 28
"Never should you ever give up" was always her call
My reply was; Darling, what if I fall?

He will catch you, show you the right path
In a moment, my mind was back to the times of drought

I stood, I crumbled, I climbed, I flew
But who was behind this, knew only a few

When quiet-screams echoed in silences
Who shielded (you) wretched, in times of violence

It rains, thunders, it shines again
His remembrance alone will keep you from being vain

A sigh, a tear, and a gentle prayer
Was all, my Darling, wanted to hear.
If we're being honest,
Not every day is a good one,
You can't make 'em all good,
Otherwise none would be good enough.

Sometimes you just can't fix a broken day,
You just have to take a deep breath and go to bed,
You've got all of tomorrow left.
It's been a long long Monday.
How come poetry has to be so clean?
I'm terrified to let out literature,
If I don't think it would be valued,
On the poetry scene.
Sometimes life isn't good green,
So how come I have to write like it is?
The title is kind of random but It felt like the only thing that would fit this message. #roughpoetry
PUT IN THE WORK,
even if your LIFE
DEPENDS ON IT,

The MORROW of the STORY IS:
PUSH AND DON'T QUIT!!!

YES, THE CHALLENGE
can be HARD, but
HARD WORK PAYS OFF!!!

YOU ARE STRONGER
THAN YOU THINK, and
YOU ARE SO TOUGH!!!

HANG IN THERE and
GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT,

KEEP CLIMBING that MOUNTAIN
UNTIL YOU MAKE IT TO THE TOP!!

YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO
YOUR GOAL,
DON'T STOP!!

We ALL Have STRUGGLES,
we ALL have FEARS,

we ALL have DOWNFALLS,
and SHED MANY TEARS,

but ALWAYS
REMEMBER THAT:
JESUS IS NEAR!!

So, PLEASE TAKE HEED and
DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED,
PUT IN THE WORK, and in this:
BE ENCOURAGED!!


B.R.
Date: 12/22/2024
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