#young poets

[like-a-mourning-flower]

Despite her being gone.

The solar power plastic smiling sunflower flaps its petals in the windowsill.

The glow in the dark stars dappled on pop corn ceiling shine.

The light in the petrol station bathroom stays on.

Just for the off chance she still might come through.

Helplessly hoping for staying or going,

A brief Inquiry into love at the end of the cigarette you’ve been smoking

You snuff it out on the cold soles of your shoe,

Now chard footsteps in fire torn houses remind me of you.

Despite you being gone, you are here in the destruction of it all.

The carnage you leave a subtle reminder

Of the smiling sunflowers, the stars on the ceiling she left behind her.

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

[lonelyforestpirate]

Here's a poem, written by me, my friend said I should share my work on here, so I was curious, y'all's thoughts. I know it's long but it's short in a way.

There are people

who believe a harbor

is only made of timber,

rope,

and weathered stone.

They have never watched

a frightened stranger

set down the weight of survival

because someone smiled

before asking their name.

A sanctuary

is not built

when the walls are raised.

It begins

the first time

someone says,

Stay.

Not because

you've earned it.

Not because

you've proved yourself useful.

Simply because

you arrived.

I used to believe

exploration

was the act of chasing

the edge of every map.

Now I know

the greatest discoveries

are quieter.

A child

who learns

their questions

are worth asking.

A scientist

who shares knowledge

instead of locking it away.

An artist

who paints the ocean

until strangers remember

it is alive.

A blacksmith

who forges tools

that mend

instead of wound.

A sailor

who lowers the sails

long enough

to hear the forest breathing

from the shoreline.

We were never meant

to conquer the world.

The world

is not waiting

to be claimed.

It is waiting

to be understood.

Leave the shells

where the tide

placed them.

Leave the old trees

standing.

Leave every shore

with more birdsong

than footprints.

And if you find

something broken,

a bridge,

a village,

a forest,

or the quiet hope

inside another human heart,

kneel.

Begin there.

Because history

does not remember

the people

who gathered

the most gold.

It remembers

those rare souls

who built places

where no one

had to ask

whether they belonged.

Resist

the hands

that reach only to take.

Reimagine

every story

that teaches

fear before wonder.

Rebuild

what greed

has convinced us

cannot be saved.

Reform,

again

and again,

because rivers

never apologize

for changing course,

and neither should we.

May every gate

we raise

be easier to enter

than the one before it.

May every expedition

return

with fewer trophies

and more reasons

to protect

what it found.

May every map

we draw

leave enough empty space

for tomorrow's dreamers

to discover

their own way home.

[mgpoems]

Words

I was searching for words

That were never there .

A meaning in the love i want to share

But like the smell of the rain

Or the orange street light glare ,

A dusting memory we all share

Is so the search for the phrase,

To catch your stare ,

To hold your gaze .

A search for words or a phrase

That we know aren't there...

Author -MG

[depression-cherry-and-vanilla]

My gentle lover, your trophy deer.

I never knew it would finish so abruptly,

The way you ended this affected me roughly.

The way I miss your lingering gaze,

The ways you made me feel like I was trapped in a wonderful maze,

The ways you looked into my eyes,

Looking for my soul with yours, blue as the summer skies.

But I know now, you felt me inferior.

Just looking at yourself through my eyes, using me as a mirror.

A breakable item, a frail looking glass,

Just a pawn in your game, a life waiting to pass.

You left so suddenly, it was a shock at the time.

But now I understand, when you looked at me, you were looking for your vanity, never mine.

A house burned down, incinerated until it was nothing but dust.

I pleaded and begged but you said, “my doll, I have to leave now, I must.”

So I sat in the dark of this room, waiting for your return.

And yet when years passed and you never appeared, I never thought to let go, I just remained still and nothing had been learned.

Because I took you back, earlier this year.

When you came back, face stained with tears.

You said, “my beautiful doll, won’t you take me back?”

And all I could do was nod in place of words that I lacked.

But now that you once again are gone, I must let you go.

I’m very sorry, my dear, but you’ve made me realize, I’m not just a frail little doe.

[indyooff]

karma

I was going to take revenge, but I realized that your worst punishment is yourself; you drag your misery into every relationship, you lie until you lose yourself, you change your story as it suits you, you say "love" without knowing how to love yourself. You talk about loyalty without understanding it, you ruin everything you touch and point the finger at everyone else, you are your own karma.

[noavvaa]

i want to share a piece of my poetry.