She fell asleep in my arms, in my sweater, at her house
And the fires on, that I didn’t start, but somehow she knew how
And I’m back to writing poems that remind me of ourselves
And the fires dying down but I was supposed to leave at twelve
Just sometime in the summertime I remember your mine
I don’t want to be a reflection where you say “I miss that time”
Because you’re my future, I love you forever, you’ll always be mine.
You’ve heard the saying, “The sky’s the limit,”
But let me tell you something true:
The sky is not where dreams should end—
Let your reach stretch far beyond the blue.
Don’t let anyone tell you how far you can go.
Let your dreams run wild,
Let your spirit flow.
You may reach for the stars and catch only a cloud,
But don’t let that stop you—stand tall, stay proud.
When the rain starts to fall and hope fades from sight,
Push through the doubt,
Hold your vision tight.
Some may call it impossible—rise up and defy.
Prove them all wrong; let your courage fly.
With every obstacle, you gathered your might.
You tried once, tried twice,
Tried again through the night.
When they told you to stop, you chose to believe
In the strength of your heart
And all you can achieve.
So remember this always as you journey afar:
When they say the sky’s the limit,
Reach for the stars.
Embrace every challenge, let your spirit ignite—
And reach for the stars
Through each day and each night.
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My knuckles were raw, a scraped up mess,
The skin was torn, causing me stress.
I kept on hitting, a steady beat,
Ignoring the pain, and the growing heat.
Then something gave way, a sickening sound,
White bone peeked out, on bloody ground.
A shiver ran through me, a chilling thought,
This was more than I bargained for, a lesson hard taught.
Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.
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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.
If I loved you at hello
But hated you at goodbye
Would you still run and chase me
With that twinkle in your eye?
Would you still say you love me
Or would you make me cry
If I turned and walked the other way
And never asked me why?
it's 11:11 again
And i dont know what to wish for
I once wished for love
I once wished for support
I once wished for the perfect girl who'd never let me go
I once wished finding you even when i didn't know you
And now as this minute passes
I cant think of what to wish for
Cuz all i wished for already came true
I wished for things that somehow started to feel impossible to find
I wished for things that were just fine
And now that half a minute has passed
Im thinking what else can i wish for
What else can i ask
I already got it all
More than i asked
More than i deserve
God sent you my way and all my wishes came true
I found the perfect girl for me
Someone with who i can get through
Someone who knows me and whats to learn
Someone who cares enough to know when im feeling done
Your perfection is something i didnt think was possible
Even wishing for it i wouldve been ashamed
But god sent you my way anyway
And as the last seconds of this minute pass
All i can think about is
You heal me and my heart&soul
You fix my scars
You make me feel worthy
You make me feel complete
You make my face light up like that sunflower on your tshirt
You make me believe in god like the symbol you wear on your locket
You make me better in more ways than one
You're my 11:11 wish and more
And as the last few seconds of the minute approach
I just wanna say
I love you and you'll be my always for forever
And as the minute comes to an end
So does my pain and my sorrows
As theclock shows 11:12
Im happier than i was a minute ago
It's almost as though my heart has only known winter so far
For my whole life,cold dark shadows of grey light,I don't know
How I held on for as long as I held on,all alone and on my own
With nothing to keep me warm but an icy blue heart frozen
Like a stone ...
But then you came along like a rush of warm,warm wind to my
Heart and soul,sing a new song now,one that's never been told
It's time to put the past behind,hind sight is 20/20 don't you
Know, everything is turning up roses everywhere,it's time to
Come on out of the darkness and let go of despair, love has
Found me,a love whose heart truly cares and it's turning up
Roses here and there,it's turning up roses,it's turning up roses
Everywhere...
You look at me and the sun begins to spin,you kiss me and a
River runs through me again,you touch me and a garden of
Passion comes alive,every color of the rainbow to match all
The wonderful feelings you make me feel inside,thank God you
Came along when you came along,I don't know how much
Longer I could of held on,on my own and all alone,with nothing
To keep me warm but an icy blue heart,frozen like a stone...
But then you came along like a rush of warm,warm wind to my
Heart and soul,sing a new song now,one that's never been told
It's time to put the past behind,hind sight is 20/20 don't you
Know, everything is turning up roses everywhere,it's time to
Come on out of the darkness and let go of despair, love has
Found me,a love whose heart truly cares and it's turning up
Roses here and there,it's turning up roses,it's turning up roses
Everywhere, everything is turning up roses, turning up roses
Everywhere!
Today, some carry flowers home,
While others face the world alone.
Some hear “I love you” through the phone,
Some speak to pictures carved in stone.
Some mothers sit at kitchen chairs,
Still braiding love through daily cares.
While some are only found in dreams,
Or hidden softly in a field of Greens.
if your mother’s here within your hands,
Go hug her close while time still stands.
Because one day you’ll miss her voice,
Family Dinners your Time Rejoice.
You’ll miss the little things she’d do,
The quiet love that carried you.
The random calls, the worrying too,
The “Drive safe home, I love you.”
For those whose mothers passed away,
I know this day can feel so gray.
A celebration to the rest,
Can reopen holes inside your chest.
Yet mothers never truly leave,
They live in every breath we breathe.
In every strength they helped us find,
They leave their fingerprints forever behind.
So light a candle. Say their name.
Love after loss still burns the same.
And if your mother’s here today,
Don’t let that blessing fade away.
Sit a little longer there,
Listen close, show you care.
Because the hardest truth we learn
Is someday love in person will not return.
And all the ones who’ve said goodbye,
Would give the stars, the earth, the sky…
Just for one more Mother’s Day,
To hear their mom,
Their voice, your name to say.
He didn't hit me
But he left me crying on the bathroom floor
He didn't hit me
But he'd scream in my face
He didn't hit me
But he controlled my every move
He didn't hit me
But he snatched my phone
He didn't hit me
But he put me down every way
He didn't hit me
But he cheated on me
He didn't hit me
But he made me cut contact with family
He didn't hit me
But he sexually assaulted me
He didn't hit me
But he controlled what i wore
He didn't hit me
Until he did
I was 12 i was there for a sleepover
I was friends with your daughter we were in the same class
I was playing sims on the computer in your daughters room
It was 2 am you were way to drunk
You tried to sit me in your lap i stood up
You sat in the chair right next to me
You pretended to be interested in the game i was playing
It started with your hand on my thigh
It moved up slowly under my shorts
You shushed me
As if you knew it was wrong
As if you could tell i was scared
At that point i froze
You squeezed my chest
I was 12
I was scared i was frozen i was fighting back tears
It felt like it was hours
It was only 5-10 minutes
I couldnt breathe
I was trying not to shake only so you wouldnt know i was scared
Then it stopped
Your wife was looking for you
As you shot up out of the chair a single tear fell down my cheek
I waited a minute then i heard you puking in the bathroom
Coast was clear
I poked her
“Sandra” i whispered shaking trying to get the words out
“I need to go home”
I was so nauseous and felt bad leaving
She kept asking why
All i could say was something happened
All i could muster up to say after was “something only adults should do”
I ran out the door
2 am october 13th it was raining
I only lived a few houses down but i left my shoes, clothes, my favorite blanket
I pounded on the door over and over
Finally someone answered
His son was at my house for a sleepover with my step brother
I ran upstairs without a word waking up my step sister
“Why are you home” she snapped
“Because if it happened to you, youd come home to”
I couldnt say nothing else i rolled to my side and silently cried, feeling sick until i fell asleep
I went to washington with him
I went camping with him
My younger sister stayed the night there
What if it was her?
I for sure couldnt tell anyone?
Would anyone believe me?
Questions flooded my mind i couldnt go to school
I showered a ton and still to this day
Im almost 22
And i still think about it
All because of men like you
I lost my booklet.
A booklet that holds all my ideas,
all my thoughts, all my feelings.
A booklet which means so much to me and still I
lost it.
I lost my notebook.
A notebook in which my sentences flow freely, where my words have a mind of their own.
A notebook which is so important to me and still,
I lost it.
I lost my papers.
Papers on which my feelings were displayed for the world to see,
on which I let my own mind run free.
Papers with such significant meaning to me and still I lost
them.
Panic raced through my mind.
What if I’ll never find it again?
What if I’ll never know what I wrote?
What if I’ll never be able to write again?
What if
I’ll lose something as important, as easily as I lost my booklet?
What if I lose you?
After I’ve shown you my ideas, my thoughts, my feelings?
What if I shared my everything, but you disappear
just like
my booklet.
This is a poem about my relationship with religion and religious institutions. I wrote this when I was 16. I was a broke gay teenager on the verge of homelessness with my family and even in the midst of my suffering my parents would still find ways to hate me through religion or a different lens to find someone to commonly hate. It's a poem of exhaustion from when I hated myself.
My preacher said
He died for my sins
I know what he meant
The sinful life that I live
My sin is of love
But they don't agree
With me
The sins of the world
They make us unpure
My sin is love
My sinful atrocities
The book says to love
But they turn their backs
And they let me cry
They let me cry
They let me cry
I know I do wrong
But the Bible tells them
Love one another
As I have loved you
Learn to hate the sin
And not the ones who commit
Yet they throw stones
But they haven't felt
The pain I feel inside
As I deal with this torment
My mother's preacher
Took two lives
But he had his faith
So he let him slide
But I lay with a man
So Im turned away
He's all forgiving
Unless you are gay
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I didn’t notice at first, how it grew, every quiet thought returning to you, like my mind had somewhere decided to stay, circling back to you, day after day.
Every small thing started feeling like a sign, a song, a street, a moment in time, all gently bending, without a clue, into something that reminded me of you.
I held on so tightly to what I knew, to the idea, the feeling, the thought of you, that I never saw what was quietly true, someone right there… was choosing me too.
How strange this heart, how it can misplace, chasing one soul while ignoring another face, being so lost in a one-sided view, while someone else was hoping for you.
And maybe one day, it will all make sense, this quiet, unspoken coincidence, that while I was wishing my dreams came true, someone, somewhere, was wishing for me too.
They say it gets better
They say it heals
They say you learn to live with time
But does it?
Yes it does but maybe not everyday
Not like the whole burden just vanishes one day
Not how it's just flowers and sunny day all the time
But you do learn to live with it
And like all the wounds that heal with a scar it heals with a memory
What's scary is you live with that piece
The piece called what if
You do wake up and show up with a smile with a light hearted feeling of ending a chapter
But the garden of what if is still visited maybe once in decade or once every day
And there's nothing wrong with it
At one point acceptance knocks your door and wishpers you've overcame it once you can overcome it again
That's how it goes, call it a guilty pleasure
But I promise you should never feel guilt in things that makes you happy
You have a whole life to heal but same time goes to live
Both can be done together
Live in what ifs but never let the what can be, die and what is suffer.
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This is a poem I wrote about my relationship with my mother. It was born from something she told me when we were arguing when I was 16.
You say I'm too serious
maybe your jokes just aren't funny
Or maybe it's cause
I'm the butt of the joke
The beer can you set up to refine your shot
Your laughter like bullets piercing my skin
I know I can't shoot so I'll let you win
You know what sickness looks like
So why oh why couldn't you see mine
How could you sit there and watch your baby cry
Your eyes on my frame
"Getting pudgier" you'd say
But you say it so blankly as if it's all you see
As if it's all there is to me
As if my body alone could make you proud
But what good is a body if your mind isn't sound
If death sings to you a lovely sound
When laughter means shooting someone else down
That's why I'm alone
That's why I am free
Since I stopped letting you walk all over me
Now laughter is nothing but a sound
One I use to drown my thoughts out
A ray of sun on a cool autumn day
No longer is it laced with the words that you'd say
And even now I miss you so
But love doesn't mean burying your own soul
So everyday I let you go
And everynight the wound feels fresh
But my mind is burdened a little less
So I fight for myself and the life I never had
In hope that I'll be strong enough to have you back one day
Comments:
I love you.
I do, truly.
I love your hair, your smile,
your laugh, your eyes,
your lips, your mind,
but
I want to love you for you.
I love you the most when you talk,
about school, work, friends,
about movies, songs, plays,
about the world, science, humans
about you and me, yes
I love you the most when you talk.
And we talked, a lot even,
about all the things that interested you.
The things that interested us.
The things that interested me.
And as I thought we used to talk so much, I realized that you,
talked less than I remember.
I realized that when we talked about school, work, friends,
about movies, songs and plays,
about the world, science, humans,
about you and me,
mainly my
voice was heard through the room.
And as I thought you talked so much about the things you love, I realize that you have been keeping your mouth
shut.
Nodding.
Agreeing.
Looking.
Silence.
I love you, truly I do,
but how can I love the things you love when you don’t talk?
When I don’t know about your thoughts?
About school, work, friends?
About movies, songs, plays?
About the world, science, humans?
About you and me?
How can I know how you feel when you stopped doing the thing I loved you the most for?
I want to know the things you love.
I want to love the things you love.
I want to love you even more.
I want to hear you talk to me again like I remember you did before.
I need to hear you talk to me again.
I need to know how you feel.
About school, work, friends.
About movies, songs, plays.
About the world, science, humans.
About you and me.
And when you talk,
I promise,
I’ll love you for you again. Op
This is a poem about myself, my mind, and how it affects my relationships with others like my parents.
My teeth are rotting
Black to the core
My body's way of keeping score
They crack and chip
They throb with pain
And still I go on day after day
Building my life around that pain
I remember only the idea of him
And she was far too late to rescue me
I miss them both even now
But it's too late
There's nothing left to care about
My teeth have rotted
Black to the core
My body tired of keeping score
I never had the time to search
So I lay awake some nights
Wondering if you'd even cry
If your baby had taken his own life
But I'll l never know the answer now
You're 6 feet deep in frozen ground
Your bodies rot just like my teeth
Growing old and growing weak
And I see the cracks inside you lies
Life's come to collect for all you owe
It's time to reap what you have sown
Comments:
I wrote a happy poem—
it smiled at me.
I wrote a funny poem—
it stood up and laughed.
I wrote a sad poem—
it sat down and cried.
I wrote a gloomy poem—
it turned blue.
So I wrote a lazy poem—
it went to sleep.