What Long Nights and Coffee BringUncommon career path. More passion than anything else. Doubts and questions disappear when the pen meets the paper. Endless thoughts never ending ideas. Limitless passion.by xmeltyourheart👁 1Read →
The ThrillTo write down a word gives me such a rush and when read aloud makes the audience hush I write for pleasure for the release of my pain what I write is treasure under my own name When something needs a…by kittykat👁 2Read →
A Poem About PoetryA place to fall apart, Poetry allows for self-expression. A prayer for a mended heart, Poetry can save someone from depression. A person to rely on, Poetry is a best friend. A paper with words to…by BRE77👁 4Read →
Why I WriteI write poetry. Poetry is emotion. Poetry is honest. Poetry is simple. A place i can be myself. I write poetry to be free. To express myself in ways talking can't. To understand more about myself. To…by itsmarisa👁 2Read →
Why I writeStories take you places. Everyone knows that. I learned it so early that Time-Outs became playtime. Bits and pieces fall together. Stick onto each other A glob of ideas Pressure builds on my skull My…by kfroguar👁 2Read →
Ad infinitumA voice that echoes infinitely A few words to conquer the worlds emotional conundrum An image to paint without movement A story to tell with no words spoken Ad infinitum of possibilities This is what…by s3rgioru3las👁 1Read →
ElectricityPoetry is the plug to my outlet. It completes my circuit. Energy whirrs within me, Waiting to have release. Between us, there is tension, this spark. That's too danerous for anyone. I can't have…by ParisMLove👁 2Read →
Why would I not write?Not writing is like not being able to be heard. Not writing is never being listened to. Not writing is trying to scream underwater. Not writing is standing on a stage but being invisible. Why would…by MadPoet👁 1Read →
Why I WriteThey wonder what goes on, can't see, even with glasses, thoughts of what I can and can't be, preach to be free from the masses. Even when we seek to be free from the damage, the world turns and…by ClassASantos👁 3Read →
Why I WriteDay in, Day out. Old news, Old games. One hears, One listens, But only some Write. Still beauty of nature in the cold, The rushing wind in the fast moving city. To some, it is nothing. To others, it…by Alyssa Marich👁 1Read →
Red- OrangeI take the kind of pen very seriously. It is an extension of my hand Which is my part body, And on a good day my mind and my body Are one. And I write because I am compelled to, Because I am happy…by arobergeRead →
Letting Out SteamThrough writing I can allow my words to come out freely, the walls that shut me in can come down. I feel the pressure leaving, like a screeching teapot taken off the flame. I see what I write, not…by Karagiannis.r👁 1Read →
What I really meanI can never speak, the words come out twisted and jumbled and ran together as if the sentences I form were hit by a train on its track When I write everything comes out clearly I can write on for…by emmasmith👁 2Read →
Without WritingI wouldn’t be me. No, not me completely, If for some reason, I lacked all my writings. Because writing Is twisted, It is ingrained, Into the depths of my soul, And every molecule of DNA. It holds my…by alessandra2020👁 3Read →
For the Casualties of Racial Ideologies (A Tribute to Trayvon Martin)For the justice of humanity. For the justice of Fong Lee. For the justice of all casualties of racial ideologies. For the killing of Trayvon Martin who had a bag of skittles but was shot for the…by Chilli👁 5Read →
Poetry Does NotPeople yell, scream, fight, and cry; Poetry does not. People gossip, slander, judge, and kill; Poetry does not. People steal, lie, ignore, and cheat; Poetry does not. People disrespect, overlook,…by kelseyp1👁 1Read →
I Write to LiveThe 5 senses I was blessed with became my curse I saw, I felt, I smelled, I heard, i tasted what my life offered me My hopes, thoughts, and dreams became deflected Memories only remind me of all my…by J.morales96👁 6Read →
WordsInside my head is A fountain pen So I put my thoughts On paper A fountain pen Of my inky thoughts, Bottled in the well of My mind But sometimes the ink Overflows the well Until the pen creates a mess…by mm140517147👁 1Read →
To See ShadesFirst—a white chapel—words like doves, But more than words, far more than words— Gliding through hearts, these are small white birds— Bring thunder and joy from above, Thunder and joy of hope and…by margotbrose👁 3Read →
My PathIt takes hours but it's worth every second, To see the fruit of your labor grow with the effort you put in, To even give in a minute before your work is legit? When trouble finds you, start spittin…by dfarooqui👁 1Read →
Thank you.So many faults I can point out to be true But will that proclaim the true person in you? People are windows that you can see through, People are mirrors that show the untrue. Everything that I had to…by Anesiam👁 5Read →
My Strengthmaybe I am not brave enough to say it but I have written it and it is your time to read it. you will learn from the words. written by those who live amongst you and from those who wrote in the past.…by torilarsonRead →
Needle and ThreadPaper's there to listen when the earth has tuned me out, Poetry's the pillow that takes my angry shout, And writing is the friend that never fails to say, "Hello." It doesn't need to rhyme and it…by liquidmusic👁 2Read →
Why I WriteEscape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love Because the…by gabby1544👁 6Read →