#Freeverse

[cornerstoner13]

the moon - a poem

I could travel outer space and soar far away from the sun just to bring you back the moon But all you'd say is that you yearned for the stars.

✰ - k.

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

You're scarred,

Covered in blood,

Fallen to your knees

You beg for my heart to return to you

As if it is not already yours

I have waited

I have hoped

I have woven my longing into the threads of every tapestry

I have painted my life the same shade as your eyes

In hopes that perhaps

If I try hard enough

You might drift back to me

And look at it now!

You came home.

You are the man I married still, no matter the death and destruction you leave behind

The ghosts that haunt your past

The skeletons you hide in the closet

They are nothing to me

My wish has been granted,

Aphrodite has taken pity upon my pained soul

No time has passed, in my heart

You will always have a place

- Penelope

[thecloudyheart]

Light Is Lost

I hear your heart beating in my chest. I feel your touch scratching my soul so that it becomes richer for a new tomorrow.

I accuse longing of returning, although fear said the last sentence. I blame time for beginning, as usual, at an inappropriate time.

Today, when you are gone, a mist grows from me - black as lost words, an embodied regret that what is most beautiful is not always right.

Today, when you have freed yourself from the future, when tenderness has lost its value - my tears seem old, an old sob that no one will ever hear.

The hour is angry when I do not believe in my own heart; an ungraspable second when sadness takes hold of my clasped hands.

Powerless memory, finally abandon the pretense of happiness! Find fantasy in me, see the unnamed - what is nearby does not always have to be present.

The fertility of dreams makes the world worth a single sigh. The power of desire makes it worth waiting out the storm until the last glimmer of light is lost, poetry turns out to be a curse.

[fireyicexo]

I used to love you

You were my little happy thought, my whole wide world

I would get lost like a balloon gets lost in the sky

Smoking cigarettes

Thinking of you

But

Your sun turned off

I am slowly drifting away

I do not love you anymore as I used to do

I touch your hands

Mine are cold.

I don’t believe you when you say you love me and

We don’t say it anymore like we used to do.

I break in pieces.

Null and empty.

I still love you with all my heart.

You played me and flew away.

I want more than a love like this.

[amor-saca-amor]

frankly...

[lorienfae]

Dust infiltrates the crevices between hours when every minute turns to century, a sprawling tundra;

scraping of fingernails against the window glass in a billow of pensiveness —

the eyes that linger, the eyes I recall, piercing in their storm —

rain traces skin, tells me hunger is anything we'd paint it,

and I let the oxidation of thoughts wash away with the water, wash away into the serene serein.

© Anna S. 2024

[laketoriver]

the three musketeers clash timelines but feetman isn’t physically feetman y’know.. so he just wayne. seemingly random twitch streamer in a completely seperate universe with video game characters who has convinced himself that this is some weird dream at worst.

freemind does what he does best (nitpicking and arguing)

P1 (here) , P2

[zaneshoe01]

Indecisive

Hours pass by Don’t know what to do, so I do nothing Waste my god damn time away Guess I’m in no hurry Of course it’s got me itching Got me thinking overtime What the fuck do I do? Tryna be a poet baby, gotta live that poets life Of sitting in empty rooms wondering what to do Or gritting my teeth anytime I gotta do anything at all Professional bum with the excuse of being a writer Take…

[visionsofaselfmademan]

"Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing." —Fyodor Dostoevsky

This poem reflects a deeply personal journey I’ve been through over the past year, when I tried to fit into a version of "normal" that others expected from me. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I de-transitioned and played the part they wanted, I’d be more accepted, more loved. But in trying to conform, I felt like I was betraying the core of who I am—betraying myself. It’s a weight no one should have to carry, pretending to be someone they aren’t for the sake of approval. 

I’ve come to realize that if being true to myself makes others uncomfortable, those people aren’t worth my time or energy. I won’t live in the gilded cage of their expectations anymore. I will not betray who I am to make others happy. Being alone is far better than living in a world that demands I shrink to fit into their mold. I am who I am, and the people who love and respect me will accept that truth.

[viscera-doodles]

[ragewrites]

February 21, Lianna Schreiber 21 / 02 / 2023

[cornerstoner13]

waiting - a poem

I don’t know why I stay awake  for all this time

I’m waiting for an epiphany  to roar my name it’s hazy,  I can’t see which direction it'll come from  or if it’ll ever come at all

Will I be able to articulate  the way my intellect operates in five years,  or further down the line?

Will I ever be struck with a sign that some silly dream  was never meant to be mine? 

Will it crack from underneath my feet  and will I fall all the way down if I continue to walk on this friable cement? 

The only way I can find out  is to keep following the path, that morphs itself over and over again. 

✰ - k. i will always be waiting for a bus that never shows.

[inkandpins]

THE WAITING GAME

I've been diagnosed with a sore lump in my throat a homesickness, a lovesickness.

As the long summer days melt— I still dream of the fading wings of cicadas clinging to the boughs, seeking recognition.

But first, first, first, first— love me. For this month, I gave seventeen years Snouting through the darkness—

enrobed in that second skin [hot and close] of silence, but for the urgent clutch and scramble for Longing.

The city nights will fall quiet again as wrinkled shells drop from the branches in straight lines— are these seed pods? or dead cicadas.

We've been convinced somehow to mature in isolation. To grow alone, sing in droves, die in droves. After seventeen years—

I think I've come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am.

Seated among friends, crying with laughter, I catch myself balancing grief—the weight

that bends the spine, with sturdy celebration. I've been coiling, writhing tight to survive the lengthening nights. The Dream is a guiltless spring.

When is it time? to wriggle out underfoot, depart the frigid dirt-womb and learn lightness. The cicadas sift the loam— knowing what they know.

It is August.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

N.C.Y. Office, August 2024

[thecloudyheart]

The Same Mask

I come, though your words have no meaning. I return, though the light contained in thoughts does not allow for a peaceful birth.

I seek you among uncreated meadows, between the lines of an unfinished poem. Shapeless solitude, silence cursed at the end of this intricate fairy tale, do you recognize the taste of my blood?

Do you hear me turning into timelessness, entangled in my own tears? I can feel your presence on my taut, white skin. I understand time that stopped in the middle of a dream.

Why is my heart still forced to wade against the tide of its own shadow? I try on the same mask over and over. I unite myself with stupidity that has an unnecessary name.

[thepathetickind]

in fact, I know nothing about you, but every time I see you I become silently sad and hope the very best for you. When we see each from time to time, just because of another coincidence, I hope your dreams come true and that you're going to be happy

by laurenmaerie, maybe not a stranger

[7cfaherty]

A whisper, a slight sound, something that would show, that you feel the warmth, or the cool breeze. Silence can be tormenting when nothing dominates. Yes, the need to read, hear, or see has taken the day and its needs.

-Paradise