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 May 2016
Lily
I told him:

"I don't want to see you
see the world,
the way I do".

"I don't want to be a witness, to your heart as it breaks".

I am a soft distillate,
on the edge of a glass;

You are a table
unsurfaced.

I thought,
That the best way to love you,
was to not;

but I did anyways
 May 2016
Gaye
It's that time of the year again,
There are jasmine buds
Inside my pocket
And I walk my yard
With ink stains on fingers.
At a distance
I see you and take refuge
In your love
The hooting breeze
Walk my door, but
When I sit to write
Love poems, there
Are only bald-chested hills
And ghosts of dead farmers
Grazing my eyes
What should I write to you?
 May 2016
Hadrian Veska
I don't like love poems

I think most of them are awful

Boring and insincere

Yet I write them anyway

Hoping to attain the feeling

That they all so deeply try to express

Love
 May 2016
Haylen A Wills
Red rain for we are standing,outlaws of the world.
Frozen stiff in the bitter cold created by man,
Forever gloomy in heavy fog we stand.
We are soaking in red rain,drowning our souls,
While the others are dancing through sun.
Red rain we are breathing,air polluted,sky full of clouds.
While others are cheering,not a single raindrop found.
Red rain for we're dying,Hand in hand we fall,the others do not notice,
They're busy playing ball.
Red rain for we're standing,rotting away,
covered in a heavy fog forever everyday.
Sunshine for the others,freedom and joy,
But red rain we're standing,vaccumed of joy.
Our reflections we are scared of,the others,love them too much.
Cowards in the red rain we are called as such.
Let us have jackets,peace we long to Rome.
Let us walk tords sunshine,forever every step.
Red red for we are tired of,hopelessness no help.
Red rain we are blinded through!
Not a speck of light to see,the sun goers are free,
sight they wouldn't need.
Red rain we feel trapped in!
Though there's way tords the bright.
Picking up heavy feet,getting up when feeling weak,
Blinded,but sun in seek.
Red rain we want to run from,
Feet never able to thaw,
Untill light shines over red rain,
In some thousands years,
When We're gone,
Most of us.
Depressingly awesomeness
 May 2016
South-by-Southwest
The stars burned in his heart of love
She was up and far above
Forbidden the fruit she was thereof

1971 , where was I ?
On the Student Union steps
with my Lala turning 21

Manjun consumed in full moon tide
Never the thought left his side
Layla's love unrelenting
So he had to die

November began my long list of winters
I found love as icecicles cold and sharp
A heart of stars where no warmth was found
I spilled my seed on frozen ground .

Manjun of a thousand years
Dry now are all his tears
Layla just a memory
Layla now part of eternity

I never saw my Layla again
Moved to the mountains Carolina free
I languished on the fall line of my land
Just like Manjun , waiting to die
 May 2016
Laura Duran
Oh, that I could make you feel what's in my heart.
I wish you could feel how much I love you.
That I could show you how much you mean to me,
and leave you without a shadow of a doubt how
much that is.

To some how articulate how important you are.
You...my story.....my reason......
for living, laughing, crying, breathing...being.
My true north....my truth.

I wish you could truly feel my love.
That all I had to do is hold you, kiss you,
look into your eyes and you would know.
That I completely, absolutely, irrevocably love you.

With all that I am....all that I was....all I'll ever be....
I love you.
That is my wish.
Oh!  If only you could feel what's in my heart!
 May 2016
PrttyBrd
Neither darkness
Nor silence
Is intolerable
Lest they be united
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 May 2016
Eleanor Rigby
Gin
I look up to a pale blue sky
With apologetic eyes
And a heart so very filled
With dim.
Take me back
To the empty box I was
Before I began feeding myself
Gin and jokes of grim.
God, please wash me off my sin,
Or take this foolish thick layer
Of skin.


-- Eleanor
 May 2016
wren cole
If I were dead
I wouldn't long to be alive
Until my chest aches and I feel sick
Obsessing over the time I've wasted
Over my broken glass childhood
Which should have been innocent and bright
But instead stained my rose-tinted glasses black
And I haven't the energy to seal the cracks
If I were dead,
I wouldn't be made of broken glass
 May 2016
Rapunzoll
it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies
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 May 2016
PrttyBrd
Unable to breathe
My heart, in a state of panic
My soul, half joy/ half pain
With the darkness a true void
And the light, divine
So twisted in two
That breaking is imminent
Which survives
Darkness...
Or
Divinity
For to live as two
Is not living
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