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Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
Trying to find shades of myself
In the simple black and white
Trying to wade out in the middle
Of a basic wrong and right
Maybe I will or maybe I won't
But maybe I just might
I want to live in the twilight
There's too much darkness in the light

©2024
Anais Vionet Nov 2024
Have you ever been wrong?
I was wrong.
Ugly, smugly wrong.
Psephologically wrong.
Hit the iceberg,
smoking’s good for you,
the treaty of Versailles,
left on red,
Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer,
wrong.
I’m not claiming an excuse,
wrong.
It wasn’t you,
it was me,
wrong.
Just fricking
kiss a frog
wrong.
Wrong all along,
wrong about the world,
reevaluate me wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
I can admit I was wrong.
Can you forgive me,
can I forgive me,
wrong
.
.
Songs for this:
Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones
Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 11/05/24
Psephology = the scientific study of elections.
Jia En Nov 2024
Am I hard to make happy
Or is it that you haven’t found
What triggers me?
Look around
And I’m sure you’ll find
Stressors on my mind
But those aren’t the only kinds
Of strong
Feelings I’ve held onto
For so long.
Maybe my expectations of you
Are higher than you’re used to
But so
What? Deep down I know
That it’s not that everything’s wrong
(Though it’s seemed this way
All along)
But the day
For my to find my right
Has not yet come to light.
i was told that im hard to please
Pax Oct 2024
What if the world
Has no concept of
Right and wrong.
No laid out truth
Nor religion?

"We often box our chaos into rules."
This was the continued response on my poem, ask the world.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4144265/ask-the-world/
Mark Wanless Oct 2024
i think ugg cave man
true first to visualize
what happens next he
was wrong
Emery Feine Sep 2024
You all told me how sorry you were
But what are you apologizing for?
You didn't do anything wrong
So why do you say, "We're so sorry!"
I've heard these words so much they've turned into a blur
So what exactly are you sorry for?
this is my 52nd poem, written on 11/20/23
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
A wrong way trend setter
In my own personal time line
Can't say I didn't know better
Each decision was mostly mine
Goals for someone not a go getter
Become the shackles that bind
Having to eat my words for dinner
I fear sitting down to dine

©2024
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
I must let go
Or I'll lose you
But if I do that
I'll lose myself too
...I don't know what to do...

©2024
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
Everything I write is filled with the same,
It's all hurt and pain
And feeling insane
And how I can't stay in my own lane
Continually asking, "what's wrong with this brain?"
While evening else sounds like
Complain
Complain
Complain
It's just easier to remember the rough terrain
And every little stain
Leading me to ask, "why should I remain?"

©2024
nick armbrister Aug 2024
Six call centre years/what will the next six be like?/career made for fools
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