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 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
Oh New Years Eve, what a perfect kiss,
with a girl that I've now come to miss,
I really do hope you're doing well,
though the pain of your absence is hurting like hell,
if you'd only reply, just one more time,
I'd tell of you of how, I wish you were mine.
 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
The angel fell and her pure white wings are turning black,
the way that things are now has got me wishing I could turn time back.
I'd unsay so many things, and I'd do so many more,
I'd live so very differently if I knew what life had in store.
But for now I'll sit alone, and dream of a purer day,
what was the point in anything, we stopped talking anyway.
 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
Ugh
 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
Ugh
You see my world goes dim,
at the thought of you and him,
I was sure it was meant to be,
the perfection that's you and me,
but you don't care, not anymore,
that you're the girl I still adore,
and if I lived ten thousand times,
I'd spend them all thinking up rhymes,
so I'd find a way to let you know,
that I'll forever love you so.
 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
The words are right there, on the tip my tongue,
but I can't get them out  and I'm coming undone,
if I take chance, perhaps she'll feel that way too,
and I will whisper the words I love you.
 Apr 2016 PSR
The Last Wordsmith
I don't have any words, no not any more,
there's some guy I can't stand with the girl I adore,
she's ignoring my messages because now she has him,
she doesn't need me any more, I was cast out on a whim.
So here here it is, another poem, because I don't know what to do,
Could you please just tell me, why I'm not enough for you.
 Apr 2016 PSR
David Lessard
We weren't meant to live forever,
here today and gone tomorrow;
Father Time has pulled his lever,
enter now, the grief and sorrow.
Life's sweet blossom fades away,
gone too soon, the gasping breath;
be thankful for this gifted day,
that doesn't end in our own death.
Sing a song of praise for living,
and celebrate this day of life;
grace the time with much forgiving,
gain the peace that obscures strife.
What we had, will pass forever,
yet a treasured piece remains;
for those we loved forget us never,
in our times of troubled pains.
Memories will last a lifetime,
and the good will never die;
and like the poetry we rhyme,
it won't fade with our last sigh.
 Apr 2016 PSR
Bridget Rose
You can have all the friends in the world but still feel lonely
You can own the biggest house in the world but it won't feel homely

That feeling of not belonging can ruin a situation
A memory will then turn into more of a complication

The one person you want to talk to is gone
You are used to being used you feel like a pawn

When someone is sincere you can't open up
So you take all your feelings and hide them in a cup

Then suddenly everything is falling down
You can no longer hide your frown

The cup overflows along with your emotions
You are swimming in a tearful ocean

You start thinking, stop talking bad thoughts fill your mind
Remember everyone they’ve been so kind

But your family is nothing but broken and sad
The things kids say at school are starting to make you mad

Depression has taken all of it you want to stop trying
But soon enough you'll be on top of the world flying

This is not much of a poem; it's more of a letter
From someone who has been there before it gets better
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