Stories tagged “poem”

  • Remember Broken Promises...

    Remember broken promises From when we were kids All those it was meant to be’s All the things we did Remember broken promises Bestest friends for life? I can’t believe that I believed You meant even in strife Remember broken promises You sa...

  • Whether the Weather

    It feels like sunshine when you smile. The joy illuminates your face, the sunlight brightening my day. This wond’rous feeling stays a while, It lingers, lighting up the place, making me smile too. That’s your way. I long to see that grin. T...

    • Author: Ben Paddon
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Blank Space [a poem]

    Blank space oh blank space Oh, how I loathe thee. So full of potential And yet you scare me. I’m flailing f’r’ideas, I just want to write! Some help you’re being, I give you my spite. Blank space, oh blank space, Why must you be...

  • Chance is Another Word

    Chance is another word It’s another way of saying All the failures I haven’t yet had Opportunity knocks, knocks hard I’m dropped on my butt Fate’s just a flavor of bad Chance is another word A promise life likes to make A lie to...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Balance of Happiness

    Why does the sun set Why does the air shift Why do people die On this perfect day? For every moment Of complete Utter Happiness, Couldn’t God take Someone’s unhappiness away?

  • Of a Boy and a Girl [poem]

    How do I tell the story Of a boy and a girl falling in love Without describing the scent of rain: Its pungent, dog-heavy smell Making her nose crinkle, Making him laugh at her. Their steps both impulsive and hesitant On this long walk home from school....

    • Author: Ana Cristina
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Put the Bottle Down

    Daddy please put the bottle down, I dont want to watch you die. Daddy please put the bottle down, how can you watch me cry? I used to run into your arms, and you would carry me to bed, but now you sit and drink it down, the vodkas’ lullaby in you...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Sit and Reflect

    Sit and reflect, sit and reflect, what else is there to do? I just trace my scars and remember which were because of you. Vague, distant memories I’ve tried so hard to forget. When will they stop haunting me? They wont, they havent yet. Staring a...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Let You Go

    I ask myself time and again, why I love you, why you’re my best friend. You give me nothing but constant pain, not even an ounce of self-gain. We’ve been in love for over two years, but I dont think its been worth the tears. They all tell m...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Life in Solitary

    i pull on the bars with idle hands distant eyes paint flakes off where the wraith of my rebellion has rubbed away the time floating outside staring up at the sky fifteen degrees of freedom in a circle without end another cup drains mnemosyne and leth...

    • Author: Xanathael
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Grand Finale

    Shall we forgo the formalities? I’m tired of dancing around the subject, walking on eggshells in my character heels to try and discourage your temper. Spotlights from all directions. There is nowhere to hide. Stage makeup and costumes, but there&...

  • A Writer's Tale

    There’s All These People Out There They Just Can’t Help But Stop And Stare And You Think Perhaps They’re Frightened Of You Little Did You Realize As They Continue With Their Busy Lives That They Wish That They Could Be Just Like You A...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Flies in the Milk

    Recess time— hot, bright— little fingers grasping at colored plastic cups. The cold feel on our palms, growing lukewarm by the minute, the now sickly sweet scent that brings on the insects. Our cries to the teacher, “There’s a f...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Writer's Start Over

    Maturity is subjective Not necessarily expected But its always accepted Most of the time respected No good to let yourself be baited To feel under appreciated Because sometimes you feel hated That type of thinking is outdated The best thing to do Is to...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • That Girl In The Jacket

    That Girl In The Jacket With her sparkling eyes And her supernova smile That Girl In The Jacket The urge to be with her Is listed under disease in my medical file That Girl In The Jacket The faded green one That she always wears That Girl In The Jacke...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • And Not Get Washed Away - Poem

    And sunken in the cherry sands A sleeping sun awaits, That hiding cannot find it’s soul And drowsing learns to hate. The bloody sands are ripe with dew, The sun in shadow sits It tosses as they lengthen And rots within the pit. And newly washed w...

  • What Is Love?

    Some people ask What is love? There are those who say A gift from above There are others who say It’s gentle as a dove People say It’s a hard road to take Others say It’s not worth the heartbreak I say That the pain Is not always In ...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • am rating

    They get the short end of the stick. They get shafted. They get the raw end of the deal. They take it on the chin. They take a licking and keep on ticking. They bend over backwards. They draw the short straw-um, i mean they ward the shorts warts.

  • Not A Nice Thing To Do To A Heart

    You need me I need you But you were the one that said we were through It wasn’t me It was all you Didn’t want to think things through You left me for Her Said she was divine But suddenly you won’t even give her the time Make up your mind You’...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To the Elder Ones I Call

    With this blood a line I now trace To drill a hole in both time and space Two separate circles, concentric each Into the void I extend my reach A murder each sabbath for every week of the year The heart of a sheep, the spleen of a steer All the parts b...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Bouts-Rimés Part Deux: The Changeling

    She was as boundless as the sky— No ring upon her finger, No hand upon her thigh— There was no place she longed to linger. She watched no standard clock As she danced below the moon. Then men descended like a flock, Resolved to make her swo...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Size Matters

    If I were taller.. I could reach the second shelf in the cabinets I could dunk a basketball I could write at the top of the chalkboard I could hoist a child on my shoulders for a better view I could shop in the Misses section I could drive all models o...

  • Flourish

    as my former life is torn down around me hope swells flourishing a saga of new beginnings untold adventure engulfed by nature

    • Author: Ranx
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 1 out of 5
  • Scars

    I dont want to be, another corporate causualty and while i suffer in silence you live in denial about everything So if you could please, take your knife out of my back, it’s your favorte angle of attack, it’s where you stabbed me your ignor...

  • Stick figure man

    Stick figure man With a stick figure dog In a stick figure land Breathing stick figure smog Stick it to me stick man