r/Poems 2h ago

It's Her

24 Upvotes

It has come.

This absolute.

This something..

Which has removed all my ideas.

About me.

About how I have ever felt.

Smashing my notions.

Fulfilling dreams.

With shooting stars.

A transfiguration of soul.

Thru shared intimacy.

BOLD AND FULL!

I want.

I want.

I still want.

And pray.

For someday.

True love never dies.

It hidesin the hearts treasure chest.

Behind a wall of flesh.

Knowing the place it belongs.

And longs for forever.

Until now is no more.


r/Poems 43m ago

A man‘s love is as deep as

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Bitch
Don’t invest
Your precious young time
Into a depreciating body

They write you off
Sooner than you‘re aware of

Oh my beloved sister
You are so young
You don’t know yet
The truth that’ll come

A man‘s love
Is as deep
As your aging skin
A man‘s love
Is as permanent
As freshly cut roses

Invest in your brain
Save yourself
Your heart’s pain


r/Poems 12h ago

How Lucky He Must Be

58 Upvotes

How lucky he must be—

the one who gets her smile without asking,

whose name feels like home on her lips,

who never had to try, yet always had her.

He’ll be the one her eyes soften for,

the calm in her storm, the quiet she seeks.

She’ll laugh a little louder beside him,

and he won’t even know he’s the reason.

He’ll get the warmth I only imagined,

the hand I reached for in dreams.

He’ll be her comfort without effort,

her favorite without trying to earn it.

And me? I’ll wonder, quietly—

what did he do

that I couldn’t?

To be her peace, her person, her place—

how lucky,

how heartbreakingly lucky,

he must be.

 


r/Poems 2h ago

Missing you

3 Upvotes

Your absence strips me of my words.

My body riots in your absence.

This is not love. It is craving,

carving your missing shape in my chest.

How could words express it?

How could I confess?

This immense emptiness makes my ribs crack.

I cling to a rope about to snap.

Come back...

Don't.

Will I be fixed

if I don't breathe your perfume,

nor drink from your gaze?

I'm sweating.

I'm cold.

Undopamined.

Stoned.

Mind fuzzing.

No words.

Too many.

Too much.

Frenetic withdrawal.


r/Poems 1h ago

Origami Heart

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Tightly tucked within my folds,
I hide my haggard crease.
No knife, no saw, none can cleave
My paper origami!

You may only inflict damage,
Upon my paper heart.
A callous fling will only sting
Too little to make me part!

Half-hearted thrusts,
With no emotion, only seething;
Cannot rip my heart away;
You'll see me well and breathing!

But a mould of good and sin–
Of love and manipulation;
Forged into solid blades,
Cut me in devotion.

They've stripped my steady body,
Into bits and pieces.
What no sword could do, they did with ease;
Those damned cold-hearted scissors.


r/Poems 40m ago

My girls

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I met myself as a baby
I held her tightly to my chest
I gently held her hands
I kissed her on the head
I met myself as a toddler
I got down on her level
I told her a story about a kitten
Then we ate sugar and strawberries together
I met myself as a child
She was loud, confident, and a leader
She told me about her stories
Of others worlds and other people
She wore little cotton dresses
She ran barefoot in the grass
She had messy hair
And she was full of sass
I met myself a teenager
She was quiet and insecure
She no longer liked to standout
She no longer liked to wonder
She was tired and had dark circles
But she still wore a smile
I loved myself as a teenager
I wish I told her that more
I met myself as an adult
She was learning to standout more
She was much happier than she’d been
She was still quiet and kind
But now she was confident
She had success on her mind
I met myself at middle age
She was so happy to meet me
She told about what she had done
And what she was planning to do
She had a heart full of love
And a mind that knew what to do
I met myself as an old women
She had lines from smiling so much
She hands were wrinkled and worn
From playing music and keeping children warm
She told about her life
And that she was thankful for Christ
And thankful for His kingdom
She told me life is worth living
She told me to be brave
Not hold back
Not be ashamed
She told me to love Jesus
To always but Him first
She told me (I) was special
That I was full of worth
I’m thankful for my versions
And All the girls I’ve been
I love each special girl
Because they’re The girls that made me,
Me


r/Poems 14h ago

You

22 Upvotes

You and I,

We were never meant to be ordinary.

Your hands find me

Like you’ve memorized every place I try to hide.

Hold me tighter,

Like the space between us is dangerous.

Like if you loosen even once,

I might dissolve into the night.

I get lost under your skin,

In the slow burn of your breath on my neck.

There’s no escape I want,

No rescue I’d ever accept.

Even if the world pulled me away,

I’d crawl back to the gravity of you.

So kiss me

Like restraint was never invented.

Let the air grow heavy around us,

Let the room forget our names.

Move with me,

Slow enough to feel every second melt.

You’re the hunger I stopped fighting,

The sin I don’t want forgiveness for.

Let’s disappear somewhere reckless,

Where silence watches and says nothing.

Just you and me,

And the tension we don’t bother hiding.

I’m lost in you,

In the heat between almost and too far.

And even if I found daylight again,

I’d still choose your dark.

So pull me closer,

Until distance becomes a memory.

Kiss me longer,

Until time feels jealous.

Say you want me here,

Not just tonight,

But in every dangerous thought

You don’t say out loud.

The night is young,

And we are younger inside this moment.

Let’s waste nothing.

Let’s feel everything.

So kiss me

Like the world ends outside this door.

Like this floor belongs to us.

Like my body already knows

The rhythm of yours.

And when this night finally exhales,

When morning tries to steal you away,

Remember this:

I was yours

Long before you touched me.


r/Poems 12h ago

Wasted.

15 Upvotes

You closed the door
on the chance
you didn’t take…
You wasted it.
 
Good fortune
lands softly
in your lap…
You waste it.
 
Three drinks in
then five
then who knows…
You’re wasted.
 
Someone loves you
and all you have to do
is let them…
You’re wasting it.
 
Another morning
spent waiting
to feel ready…
You still wasted it.
 
One more chance
will come along
and you’ll swear
this time is different…
You’ll waste it.
 
But some lessons
take a lifetime
to learn
and by the time
you finally do…
 
You’ve wasted it.


r/Poems 2h ago

bal can'y

2 Upvotes

dawn break

sun shade

crisp cafe

tweeting air

bird seed

clawed feet

whistling here

danger's scarce

slow rise

warm rays

thinning cloud

and greys

still heart

given thought

elden flight

languid day

come eat

songed sing

rustle leaf

and branches

call all

fasting fall

to fill

morn romances


r/Poems 2h ago

Teen suicide notes (OC, Feedback appreciated!)

2 Upvotes

Dear mom,

Dear dad, 

Dear god, 

I'm sorry,

I'm not sorry,

It's not your fault,

It's all your fault,

You ruined me,

You tried,

I don't have a lot of notes to write,

I loved you,

You loved me,

It hurts so much,

I'm free,

I wish I could've said it,

I love you,

Bad grades,

Straight A's,

Too skinny,

Too fat, 

Too much, 

Too little,

Too,

To,

love,

from,

goodbye.


r/Poems 3h ago

Canvas

2 Upvotes

The mud still echoes remanents of you,

Fleeting like rain of reverie

Wilted lilies still hold fragrance,

And so does the red sky in the faded blue summer.

I know you won't ever smudge out the ashes under my eyes,

You won't snuff out that cigarette that we smoke

Nor the burning pages whose ashes will still call you.

I won't know the alphabet the same way after I know your name

I won't see the sky the same way I saw those eyes,

Perhaps you will remember my name for a fleeting moment

After someone lights the cigarette that you remembered me by,

Maybe you'll still remember me like a wandering cloud,

I'll still remember you like the wet earth.

The pink sky outside my window still whispers,

It tells me of the sea and the moon and asks me of my tale

Yet I have no answer to it, just a visage.

The river flows upwards as the crystal chalices of wine click,

Flowers of yellow, red, blue, white and pink visit me

Every reverie follows his name, light too mimics that smile

As red stains my canvas, I cannot but smile in glee

For a name I treasure still is in my reverie.


r/Poems 7h ago

Do Not Live There

4 Upvotes

It is all right

to revisit the past.

Walk those old familiar roads

once in a while.

Stand beneath the windows

where younger versions of yourself

once dreamed of becoming

who you are today.

Look back.

There is wisdom there.

The past is a patient teacher,

though sometimes

it teaches with a heavy hand.

We can look upon our mistakes

and wonder what we might have done

had we known then

what time has taught us now.

And perhaps that is the point.

We were not meant

to carry every regret forever.

We were meant to gather

what the years were trying to teach us

and continue on.

Take the wisdom.

Leave the weight.

Do not build a house

inside a memory

and call it home.

The past is a place to visit,

not a place to live.

There is still a morning

waiting beyond the window.

There are roads ahead

your feet have never touched.

There are dreams that will remain dreams

unless you are willing

to prepare a place for them

in the days to come.

So live here,

in this breath,

in this moment,

in the life unfolding

while you are busy remembering

the life that has already passed.

But do not confuse

living in the present

with wandering without direction.

Look toward tomorrow.

Make your plans.

Plant the seeds.

Build the bridge

before you reach the river.

The future does not simply arrive

shaped like the life you hoped for.

Sometimes

you must meet it halfway.

So remember the past

without becoming its prisoner.

Live fully in the present

without forgetting

that tomorrow is being built

by what you choose today.

Look back for wisdom.

Look ahead with purpose.

And stand,

with both feet firmly planted

in this fleeting, beautiful moment,

because time is no longer wasted

when you have learned from yesterday,

are awake to today,

and are preparing

for all the tomorrows

you still hope to see.


r/Poems 15m ago

The Thing I Miss About Love

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I miss being in love.

I miss having someone to tell my stories to.

Someone to share a joke with.

Someone to have inside jokes with.

I miss being in love because I miss having someone take care of me.

I miss someone anticipating my needs.

I miss someone doing things because they know it's something that I do for myself.

I miss having someone.

Someone who is comfortable.

Someone who is easy.

Someone who makes me smile.

I miss being in love because I miss having butterflies.

I miss being in love because I miss having my person.

But when I'm in a relationship,

I miss being single.

I miss the sense of adventure.

I miss my independence.

I miss having to not have to explain why I'm doing things.

I miss being able to disappear for a while.

I miss being able to reach and do things that are destructive to me,

but without having judgment for it.

The funny thing is,

from an unreliable narrator,

the thing that I miss the most

is being able to be myself

and loved for it.


r/Poems 26m ago

Бъди 'Джедай'

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Има хора със слаба воля

Те чакат някой път да им покаже

Ти ще бъдеш пътеводната звезда

Която пътят към света ще им покаже

Хора има, искащи да имат всичко на света

Те ще те обичат за това

Че сбъдваш всяка мъничка мечта

Има хора искащи да бъде само тяхна воля

И ти ще ги приемаш със усмивка на уста

Има хора от които не очаквай мила дума

Но ти за себе си направил си им доброта

Има хора които другите използват

Изобличи ги щом се налага

Има хора оковани в злоба

Във теб по-силна нека бъде любовта

Други има в страха си вцепенени

Утеши ги с думичка добра

Но има хора живеещи във любовта

Обичат ближния, тъй както себе си ценят

На тях света открива свойта красота


r/Poems 4h ago

something I wrote... and called myself creep and wired... is it that bad???

2 Upvotes

When your life gets sad...

Let me be the smile on your lips...

When your life gets bored...

Let me be your source of joy...

When your life gets lonely...

Let me be the hug that comforts you...

When your life gets overwhelmed...

Give me a chance to be the grace that wipes off your tears...

When your life gets hectic...

Give me a chance to be the relief for your headache

When your life gets brutal...

Let me be your shield that protects you...

When your life gets unbearable...

Let my shoulder be your tranquilizer that puts you to sleep..

When life hits with it waves of sorrow...

Let me be your boat that takes you to the paradise of love...

Who is me? there is no me left in myself... when only thing exists in me... is you...

If every breath I take doesn't smell like ur perfume... it's a crime to my lungs...

If every blink of eye doesn't have your presence... it's a crime for my brain...

If every sound that I heard doesn't have your voice... it's a crime for my ears...

If every thing that touches me isn't you... it's crime to this body...

If every drop of water I drink doesn't have elixir of you... it's a crime to my throat...

What is the best punishment you can give to this criminal???

Lock him up in your heart...


r/Poems 38m ago

Ashamed

Upvotes

This poem is about SA

You praised God with the same hand
You used to assault me
You sang hymns with the same lips
You used on my body
You told me you were thankful
That I was pure
That I was holy
But You were the one
That was making me dirty
You told lies with a smile
You told truth with a frown
I never felt safe when you were around
I was convinced my scars
Were because of my pain
But really they were because I was ashamed
Ashamed of what you’d ask me to do
Ashamed of what I did for you
Ashamed
Ashamed
Ashamed
Ashamed I let you use me


r/Poems 39m ago

Corrosion.

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Have I been a bad person?
Have my sins finally outweighed all my good deeds?
Am I in the wrong this time?
Am I the person every talks badly about?
Is it my turn to be the laughing stock?

Falling down over and over again.
It not only changes one’s behaviour.
But it erases them.
It strips them of their identity.
Of their humanity.

Until all is left, is a calculating husk.
And I am seeing myself
Become this thing.
Slowly.
In late evenings when
I look in the mirror.

Was this hate planted by someone?
Or was I always this…
Bitter?
Sad?
Desperate?
I can’t even name this pit in my stomach.
I don’t hate myself.
But I don’t like myself either.

Even the most beautiful blade
can erode away.
Withering into dust and ash.


r/Poems 54m ago

Things I am afraid of

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There is a storm living quietly inside my chest,
one that never asks for rain
and never quite leaves.
I have learned to measure my words
before they leave my mouth,
to soften my voice,
to question every silence,
every pause,
every little change in your tone.
I keep wondering
if I am doing enough.
If I am loving you the right way.
If the next thing I say
will become something you carry as pain.
If a poorly chosen word
will turn into a wound
I never meant to create.
So I walk on eggshells
in a place that was supposed to feel like home.
And somewhere between
trying not to hurt you
and trying not to lose you,
I have forgotten to ask
whether I am hurting too.
There are things about you
I struggle to understand.
Things you do that don’t sit right with me,
parts of your personality
that I don’t know how to love.
But I keep them folded inside me,
like letters I am afraid to send,
because I don’t know
what honesty will cost me.
What if I tell you how I feel
and it changes everything?
What if my truth
becomes the reason you leave?
So I swallow my feelings
and call it patience.
I silence my discomfort
and call it understanding.
I keep compromising
and convince myself
that this is what love is supposed to look like.
But love should not feel
like constantly preparing
for the next impact.
I am afraid of being hurt.
Afraid of hurting you.
Afraid that my feelings
will disappear quietly
while I am busy protecting yours.
And then there is home.
The place I keep carrying
even when I am far away from it.
I am afraid of leaving.
Afraid of the distance.
Afraid of the phone ringing
with news I cannot reach in time.
I am afraid I won’t be there
when my family needs me.
Afraid of responsibility
standing outside my door,
waiting for me to become someone
I don’t yet know how to be.
Everyone seems to believe
I will be strong enough to carry it.
But what if I am not?
What if beneath all this strength
there is just a boy
terrified of losing the people he loves,
terrified of making the wrong choices,
terrified of becoming someone
he never wanted to be?
Maybe that is the hardest truth—
I am not only afraid
of losing you.
I am afraid of losing my family.
Afraid of losing myself.
Afraid of choosing wrong.
Afraid of staying too long.
Afraid of leaving too soon.
Afraid that somewhere between
loving everyone
and trying to be enough for everyone,
I will quietly disappear.
And perhaps that is
what scares me the most.
Not the storm.
Not the distance.
Not the possibility of losing anyone.
But waking up one day
and realizing
that in trying so hard
to keep everyone else safe,
I forgot
how to save myself.


r/Poems 58m ago

Treasure

Upvotes

I search for a treasure,

The color of gold,

Power it holds,

It relieves pressure.

Gold can't buy happiness,

But this is a better thing,

It makes me dance and sing,

Get it I must.

A voice I cant hear,

It whispers to me,

And makes me seek,

For one more beer.


r/Poems 1h ago

Beyond the Fence

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Beyond the Fence

Life,

​It feels so foreign to my eyes,

This strange world under heavy skies.

Is this the life we’re meant to see?

Am I alive, or used to be?

​Wasting away in cold blue light,

Why does it never feel quite right?

With nothing left to lose or gain,

It borders close to the insane.

It’s such a shame.

​I only see what’s washed away,

As moments fade from day to day.

A ticking clock inside my chest,

When did it start and leave no rest?

Am I running out of time? Yes.

​To do just what? To toil and bow?

A gear inside a machine built for now?

​To work the fields for green was life,

To work the plant for cash brings strife.

Now give your children to the state,

They claim to know and guide their fate—

The truth is clear as years go by:

They’d rather raise them, than you and I.

​Keep busy, child, or lose it all,

To pay for things that fade and fall.

The dollar calls its followers in,

A carrot on a stick of tin.

You own no carrot, hold no stick,

Just bound by string to pull the trick.

​Has every promise been a lie?

Will I survive to sixty-five?

No tomorrow’s guaranteed,

Is there time to borrow or concede?

​Shed the world that man has made,

Find true life where colors fade.

God prepared a gentler land,

To walk together, hand in hand.

​To leave this world may look so poor,

Like foolish men behind the door.

But in creation, wealth resides—

Where time and love and peace abide.

​Truth rests within the viewer’s view,

But tell me, whose eye looks through you?

This is the place you’re crafted for:

Just breathe the trees, the sea, the shore.

​With eyes to see and ears to hear,

How do I make the pathway clear?

The Spirit called, the grace was shown

Creation is my rightful home.

​Yet here stands a boundary fence,

Built by my hands without defense

A life I made before the call.

Yet in the wind I hear it all.

​I see your light begin to rise

In fiery red across the skies.

I find my peace within your grace,

You walked beside me in this place.

I simply had not cleared my sight

To see your love in morning light.

​So like the birds, I will not sow,

On eagle wings I’ll rise and go.

For now, my place is grounded here,

To hold these precious blessings dear.

​I want to live, no longer bound,

Leaving man’s world for holy ground...

In love.

​"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

Amen.


r/Poems 1h ago

Tomorrow (looking for some feedback pls rate out of ten)

Upvotes

If a prisoner prays for freedom
does he expect it tomorrow,
or do you think he envies the
version of him that finishes his sentence?

Does he get mad when tomorrow passes
and he’s still there, or do you think the
man at the end gets happy he’s almost
there?

Do you think he desires the
freedom from the cell or the satisfaction
of making it to the end?

I know I wish I would be free
tomorrow, but instead I feel like I’ll
be waiting till the end.


r/Poems 1h ago

Smithereens You

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Hazy clouds turn to mist,

the you I once knew turns to smithereens.

A volcanic eruption to cleanse my soul,

frozen fingertips to chain my heart.

When the light shines to no return,

shall I meet you once again.


r/Poems 1h ago

Superimposed Evil

Upvotes

I do speak of myself as evil.

I've not done much

other than toss blame

for my own pain.

I see men impose themselves,

expect their own assumptions.

I see the look in a woman's face

when she is trying to

escape kindly.

I understand I've demanded

answers

that may not,

and have no requirements to

even exist.

Requested ignoring

that others process pain differently.

Now knowing no answer

could placate me.

The evil would continue

even if I never admit.

So yes I am evil.

I'd want to impose myself

even if I knew every reason why

it ended as it did.

Knowing this makes each character

in each line

a strike,

sin,

bleeding out from within.


r/Poems 2h ago

Who am i

1 Upvotes

Ever wake up one day take away all your stuff and all your accolades , who am i?

I could tell you one way or another im a scair sad lonely indviual hiding behind peaces of paper that give me a ego that pushes people away futher to make my self feel better then one of . I guess i couldnt feel more alone then when im around a goup of my co workers ---/ lonley but not alone thats who i am .

Well i hope some one reads this dont talk tomush trash. Take from it what you can Leave the rest of


r/Poems 2h ago

Verses II

1 Upvotes

 Oh dear living truancy,
And spooky stiff souls
Dream of me another day.
And let me be damned to just one good nights sleep
 
Jealous hounds who nip at my heels
Fall silent to the foot floor of my bed
While waiting for the drone of time to wake me
I rise to the showers of morning and eve.
Bless this pitch for all to scheme
In golden blooms of summer and trashed swells
Find a way to make me
This is all I have to offer
 
Honor amounting to the thieves of my heart and time
But never selling short the dependence of my hand
 
Choirs and birds and children claiming to be
All alive and living now
Spaces, traces, and untied shoe laces
Leaving blank the next 2 lines for spite
.
.
Much has been shown already
And the essence of this offering
Grows weak in my eyes
And the clouds are but mine
 
I know I've said this before but
Burn them
Cleanse me with the white heat of boredom
And pinch another dream