Contemporary / Modern Poetry
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Who will you be today? What will you decide? The good doctor, kind, sweet and fair. The other man careless and unaware The Doctor with the power to heal, the power to quie…
The Grass When Never Greener
The Grass Was Never Greener They told me “the grass is greener on the other side” But what side? I searched for a green mirage. In the fields they promised me In the fut…
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
My pink, almost velvet pajamas that I haven’t washed in two weeks. My different-shaded blue comb that I’ve used to scratch my wrists. My dirty clothes from the past two weeks. …
Paralyzed
I’m struggling to stand on my own two legs. I’m struggling to spell the word “me” as it’s been the only thing I’ve talked about. I’m struggling to help those in need of hel…
Blood Pouring
I can picture her on her grey carpet floor in her 11x10 bedroom. I see her body, cold to the touch. She’s in her royal blue silk pajamas. Her favorite. She’s laying o…
Single Tears Down My Left Cheek
“Are you okay?” No. My best friend of 13 weeks has refused to talk to me, refused to look at me, refused to watch me dance, refused to have any human contact with me and she’s …
WHAT MORE CAN I DO?!?!
Blue, half sparkly bead, on the seventh stair of the studio stairs. I freeze, right foot in the air. It’s the bead I used for me and her’s friendship bracelets. her…
Duality of Innocence in Childhood
“It wasn’t me who broke the glass” I will never break and run with The idea of hiding anything From me you can never expect To be reckless thus never will I be Sorrowful for …
Love
love is patient love is kind but i feel like love is a waste of time it does not envy it does not boast but to find it, i've travelled coast to coast it is not proud. a…
Spilled Coffee
spilled coffee on your shirt from the first day we met a reminder of the first burn in a sea of pain endless raindrops soak into our skin as the world narrows to us as all…
Reject
Full of devoid and deject towards Oneself, One has rid the tradition of observing one’s face in the same mirror countless times often and often again; a frequent cycle, has…
coming winter
Nothing at all has really happened again I hate that I feel on the brink of tears at best and nothing at all at worst. I've thought about it forever and it really is the wo…
Seat 9C
Empty chair, no student sitting in it. The teacher was planning on changing seats on November 5th, but now that she’s gone she can’t stand not seeing her there. A girl plan…
Chronic
“are you sick?” no i like to sit here while your hair becomes blurry and i can’t concentrate over the pounding heartbeat in my head but maybe you mean because my face looks pal…
"The Vivid Dream"
In my dreams, there's a faceless soul You from the future, who loves me as a whole In my dreams we dance in the rain You would grasp my hand, as we run in the lane In my dream…
i’m the problem.
I write down the thoughts i need to say I say then and they dont come out quite right, They never do They look me up and down and left to right and they dont choose me Not…
is it too much to ask?
Is my brain gonna last? Is it too much to ask? Can I be left alone? Is it too much to ask? Will I find love I love? Is it too much to ask? Can I die now? Is …
Thread
our souls were one but distinctly two for mine was festering, infected and blue but in my sickness, ill and rot was a thread, a tightly wounded knot that incandescent, unf…
The Queen in her palace
deflated and defeated, the queen sends her last men with cobalt jackets and argent insides they arrive by capsule: bitter and ashen. the soldiers start another battle …
ignored
funny how we are all born the same, soft-skinned, wide-eyed, without hatred in our hands, yet somehow grow into entirely different monsters. The world is patient. It carv…
is hate enough to stop loving
I hate you. for how a joke slipped from our mouths and grew teeth in the dark. for how "I hate you" became something heavier, something neither of us knew how to take back. …
etch
Day by day, the you that's left only in my memories is starting to fade. I close my eyes, Trying to hold on to your words. But all I can see are the wounds I carved into yo…
found it but at what cost
Love is what I yearned for— the kind where lovers wait an eternity just to find each other. The kind of love so strong that neither gods nor demons can tear it apart. The ki…
THE ANATOMY OF LOVE
THE ANATOMY OF LOVE by Sarah Tabin Love does not begin in the heart— that is a myth we’ve memorized too well. It begins somewhere quieter, stranger, in the soft collapse of…
In Strange Fields
In strange fields their minds run free, passed the border, passed sanity? lost in secrets, trapped, alone, their thoughts, their dreams, allowed to roam, inside their heads, …
Journey to Self Help
I’m drowning in the thoughts of some motivational speaker who never even went to college. I’m in love with a straight girl for the first time. I seem to drift off into the bay…
Should Have Been Me
You walked away. Just left without even a backward glance. I envied you so! How must it feel? to shed all the chattels of ones existence and embrace the new. As the c…
Lost Feathers…
I keep a calendar on the wall, Not for festivals, Not for birthdays, Not for the changing seasons, But for counting the days Until life finally remembers my name. Each squar…
Man is...
I wonder why man is. This minless blind torturer, sufferer, lover, destroyer, protector, teacher, idiot. He searches for meaning in a world he has made devoid of meaning. He…
Origami heart
Walk away from your heart ache Sacrifice all thats at stake The days drag you behind Left you believing Pack the weights on Then you wait some Pack away son we don't care…
Better.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry Love, It's always 'I'm sorry' Apologizing, memorizing All I did wrong I'll be better, I'll be better I'll be that and strong It's me, It's me Love, i…
The Shell They Taught Me to Inherit
Born from soil, from nothing, I learned a name to hold. School taught heaven and hell, poor and rich, right and wrong, evil and good— as if the world were carved from edge…
We Were the Material It Was Built From
I read history as a door left open, and found it guarded by a few— their laws trained on the hated, their words sharpened into instruction. A country, lit by its own certain…
The Body Is Not a Place to Forget
The Body Is Not a Place to Forget Morning continues somewhere— a cup held without shaking, a name answered the first time. Here, the body is kept where the law no longer s…
Angle Boy
When he was born, the clouds that soared They fell to watch him sing. But when they found him All he did was whimper, scratch, and screech So they returned to the their sky …
Diet coke
I buy it even when I don’t want it just feels wrong not to like I’d be skipping something I’m supposed to feel the fridge light hits the can and for a second it looks better…
the weight we cannot leave
Melanthe: Theon, the nights are long and cold, the world feels dim, the stars look old. How do you bear a heart that’s torn, and walk through days so frayed and worn? …
residual smoke
like fireworks that fizzle out, we bloom loud against the dark, convinced the sky is listening, convinced this light is permanent. but the night never keeps souvenirs. …
I think it was real (I have no evidence)
it started as a normal day........ a bus too loud too full of people who won’t remember it I sat in the front he was behind window seat and it should’ve stayed that simple …
Canons Roar, Earth Cries
While drones and missiles ravage air, water, and land, It is humanity itself that must take a stand. Rather than fighting for oil and mineral resources, It is time to work for …
Clowns unusual
What to say Loud was her innocence enough to showcase But life became unfair a bit Met on the way all clowns Clowns who wanted to take away her beauty of purity She survived …
A moment
Sun. Sun and a window. A window and child. Child. A child and a moment. A moment of stillness. A windowsill with a cat. The purr grows louder. The cat knows the story, the …
If the Moon Could Text Me
If the moon could text me, I think she’d start with a glow, A silent notification to the world down below. It would flash across my screen, around two-fifteen, The most radiant…