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Kalliope
I'll speak your name

until it's not pretty anymore

Until it's so sharp and so distorted

it burns my cheeks like acid.
It's what I'm good at, I'm told.
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bob fonia
now we waitt for the smokes to arrivee and we be bcak in bussiness
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silvervi
Problems usually come from us wanting to change too much in the external world instead of looking within.
Let's face the uncomfortable within ourselves first.
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Leila adel
Sunday, on the 29th of June
I was having a great time as delightful
It was only my first experience, to the bakery of the road entrance
There was a good feeling buying a three loaf of bread
And only today I was having a great day,
To meet the shoppers.
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CE Uptain
Santa Clause, I still believe in you
I know where your power is
It’s the love of children
OK you haiku experts, chime in. Am I doing this write? Only a crazy rhyming poet would try his first haiku about Santa Clause in the middle of July.
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Mike Hauser
I am at this moment
right where I am
just a tick away
from where I had been
the shortest of steps
that I'm soon to be
yet through all this
I'll still be me

just a breath away
from where it all ends
hard now to count
from the days I began
not sure which side
on the dial I lean
my best guess is
it's soon to be seen

what makes life exciting
is the mystery
what adventure is hiding
for the likes of me
to take me beyond
from where I now am
to deposit me
on the other side of that
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alex
Of all the things I never said,
I wish I’d told her
“I love you”
before he did.

Her eyes were
the most exquisite shade
of cerulean blue.
Her daughter’s are too—

I remember
the day she arrived,
the day you slipped away, too.

Lost on October third,
two thousand twenty-two...
Could you have stayed
if I’d told you?

Every day then—
and now—
I wish I’d gone
to see you.
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Arpitha
Nature, art and poetry
My only three needs
Bringing colours to life
Meaning to words
To be understood
only after long gone
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Poetato
Untitled
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Poetato
what people say lately
the compliments
give me a headache

i think too much
was my makeup too much?
did i overdress? underdress?

but why should i torture myself
with such unimportant questions?
i am pretty.
and i deserve it.
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