poetry by no one

send in your poems that have been dying to be heard.

[poetry-anonymous]

“you know i don’t recycle my lines. they all have to be tailor made for you to match how perfectly you fit to me.”

a line from a book i’ll never write

[poetry-anonymous]

i sit here in my little box, close to the window

trying to let the feel of the wind and the chirping of birds

ease my soul

but really, it’s just a reminder that i am so close to freedom

but i will never really be free

[poetry-anonymous]

if just your words can light me on fire

can you imagine what kind of havoc

your gaze,

your touch,

or your sentiment

could wreak?

[ell-hs]

I've been thinking lately,

Deep in my quietest moments,

Will I truly meet anyone here?

If I lay long enough,

On the right patch of grass and dirt,

Do I get there?

To whoever, or whatever,

And maybe closing my eyes for the right amount of time,

And truly settling my lungs,

Grants me a safe pass,

Inside a small, warm lit house,

And if I touch all the right hearts,

Just before taking off,

I could end up on those four mahogany walls,

Safe and never sound,

Smiling at an ever after,

That's not really tainted by lonesome like I thought.

[poetry-anonymous]

the wind blows so hard here it roars, debris tangles in the trees as the temperature decreases to below freezing.

the sun rarely shines, and when it does it never feels enough.

it’s colder, emptier, darker somehow.

this place seems to suck the life out of me.

i tried so hard to make it mine but there’s something missing.

there, i remember the cool breezes that like to caress my skin. as i breathe in, the sweet air fills my lungs.

there are trees.

the sun there seems to shine a little brighter- it’s warmer, kinder.

i tell myself it’s not because you’re there.

no, maybe you’re part of it, but it’s not you, it really isn’t-

it’s because of familiar faces, places that know me by name.

it’s because it’s home.

by god, do i miss it.

[cndy1701]

Being loved is pleasant. Being understood is profound.

[poetry-anonymous]

[poetry-anonymous]

When you found me I was beaten, broken, and bloody,

    draped atop a mound of decaying bodies I am responsible for.

Everyone that I have loved is

             six feet under ground,

All who have tried to love me have been torn apart by the atoms with my own two hands.

    Empty promises flake off the tip of my tongue and I am coughing up ashes.

    The flames have swallowed up everything and

    the tips of the matches are wedged between my teeth.

All that is left to devour is myself and I am,

     STARVING.

   My veins have run dry and my heart has all but withered away,

    but my body fights.

    My lungs push the embers up,

                                                          up

                                 UP,

                   My brain is boiling,

Make it stop,

       Make it stop,

                  make it STOP.

    And..

    You pluck the smile lines from your cheeks to

    stitch my skin together and breathe air into my lungs with the sound of your laughter. .

    Carefully,

    You dip your fingers into your eyes and give me all the light behind them,

             “So you may see the world in color.”

    You slit your wrists and with the palms of your hands pour blood back into my body

    The rhythmic beating of my heart shakes the ground beneath our feet.

    The Earth cracks and,

    the shadows hidden under my skin escape into the air,

    Leaving behind a subtle glow that I can only describe as,

                     Life.

    My lips turn up at the edges and my mouth feels foreign,

    I am..

         “Smiling”

                     Happy.

    You take my hands in yours,

                   and you SNAP my wrists.

    The sound of my bones shattering cuts through the air,

                                                               I am afraid.

    Blood trickles down my arms and drips off my fingertips,

                  I am afraid.

    Your smile stretches from ear to ear,

    Revealing rows of dagger-like teeth and,

               I am AFRAID .

    You place a kiss above my heart and my veins turn to ice,

    The chill spreads through my body like disease and,

    I scream.

    Your hands grip the sides of my ribcage and yank it apart.

                       “You will know what it

means to feel vulnerable”

    With your mouth, you rip my heart from my chest,

         “You will feel the pain of betrayal”

[poetry-anonymous]

i look at you like i look at the stars.

with wonder

delight

awe.

i suppose to me, you are one.

immeasurably beautiful

incomprehensible

vast.

i can’t be anything but your meteor;

pulled in by your relentless orbit

to burn in your atmosphere

and crash into you

headfirst.

[pulchritudesuggestion]

I’ll love you when you’re sad

I’ll love you when you feel like the world is against you

I’ll love you when you feel like nothing is worth it anymore

I’ll love you when you feel like you can’t go on

I’ll love you when you feel like you don’t exist

I’ll love you when you feel like you are unloveable

I’ll love you every day of my life

because you’re worth it

[poetry-anonymous]

He was the Sherlock Holmes to my Irene Adler. Always one step ahead of me. One. An inexplicable attraction that pulled us together like strong magnets, ripping through all common sense- even on other sides of the earth we’d somehow manage to find each other. Save each other from impending danger. The only danger we couldn’t save ourselves from was each other, but that didn’t matter. We were inseparable, self-destructive madness. A beautiful, intoxicating madness that we’d willingly lose ourselves to.

[poetry-anonymous]

you

are the exact thing you say you dread.

you

are the society you try so hard to avoid.

you

are toxic masculinity.

you are just another man

and as much as you think you are not

you have become one through and through.

tell me

how does it feel to be what you hate so ardently?

musings of someone who thought you’d changed