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 Jan 2015
David Hall
I didn't mean to make your heart break.
You must believe it was a mistake.
I couldn't help but have my way,

when that
red feather boa
looked my way.

I didn't mean to let your heart break.
You must believe it was a bad day.
Please baby just don’t walk away.

how many
words will it
take to say

I didn't mean to make your heart break.
This is my bonus poem for the day, in honor of hitting 100 followers.  Everyone on this site is so supportive I just wanted to say thanks, you guys keep me inspired to keep writing.

PS.  This poem is much more fun if you sing it in your head like a country song as you read it.
 Jan 2015
blythe
Every morning I go out with you
To see such a majestic view
Of the sun slowly rising up in the horizon.
Spending my mornings with you
Makes my day complete
You take away all my blues;
We walk and run
Rest for a while to catch our breaths;
After that we will have a grand meal
Making our hungry tummies happy,
You always make me eat a lot
Because I am too skinny.
Being with with you is such a bliss
You do not only put a smile on my face,
But you make my heart smile as well.
You have been my morning drug
That is keeping me each day alive.
 Jan 2015
eunsung aka Silas
sadness wraps around me
like a warm blanket.
joy evaporates out of my pores,
as I am slowly drenched with sweat.
I did not notice how heavy and thick
my blanket of sadness had gotten,
until depression started smothering me.
I shed my blanket, when like a silent killer
my sadness tried to take my last breath.
I had always thought I'd welcome death,
but I gasped for breath.
I did not know I wanted to really live
till my life was almost taken away by
a thick layer of depression
enveloping me whole.

I
am lighter now,
free.
a gift of life I never wanted
until strangers , who almost suffered the  same death
showed me how to shed my blanket
layer by layer.
sometimes it's helpful to be with those who lived through darkness like our own, I feel less judged when they reach out their hand and walk with me.
 Jan 2015
Dreamer
we love the ones who we can't have
and hurt the ones that do.
2 lines
 Jan 2015
Babu kandula
There are times

When
I am all alone

My room filled with
Darkness

My mind filled with
Nonsense

May be every one will
Face this
Some feelings of
Loneliness
Hurts a lot
 Jan 2015
pastelflowr
You unlocked the door
With the key
You called love?

You entered my heart
And enlightened it
With your lies

You drew me in
Into your world
To gain my love
To gain my trust

I gave you my heart
With trust
No doubt

But

You slowly
Squeeze it
Break it
Smash it to the wall

Now
You leave it wounded
Full of scars

"You'll be sorry"

**"I know you will"
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
Love is the desire to do something for someone,
It's not about getting something in return.

Love is the feeling of making someone feel so special,
It's not about getting to feel the same as a reward.

Love is the feeling of exclusivity for the lucky one,
It's not about expecting the same from them.

True love is so,
I now realize it.

Forgive me each morning if I react to you,
And avoid repeating the same words daily.
Yes I really feel hurt by you sending me messages early in the morning that you will keep me as an option in your life and you really need to stop saying those words again and again.

Please learn softness in your interactions with me. There is no need to send such messages every morning/midnight like you are not sure about me, Kripi. It hurts a lot.

An open request, please avoid messaging me if you have not slept properly.

I will keep loving you, but there are no strings attached for you and so you don't bear any responsibility.

Just deal with your career right now and please don't message me in the midnight or early morning if you haven't slept appropriately.

I know that you are so confident right now about yourself being right, but later on you will repent taking such a negative decision in hotchpotch.

I love you, Kripi, and I don't want you to feel bad tomorrow in future due to your hotchpotch decisions today in the present.

Take your time wordlessly to settle in your professional life.

And of course you are free to go with a better prospective life partner.

My HP Poem #761
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
When I was recovering,
I used to get false sensations,
To urinate and I got illusions.

I thought that my parents were ghosts,
And so was I in hell under many pains,
That was whilst I was recovering.
My HP Poem #754
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
Àŧùl
They tell lies,
Not caring what the product may be,
Whatsoever the others may get hurt,
They do not care the least about me,
At least the one who was expected to did never care about me.
Such a loser is shamelessly writing these words.
Just 30 more poems to go before I take a long, long break to study dedicatedly for my entrance exam.

My HP Poem #747
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2015
TSALOVERLOVER
The warmth of her arms
the spine tingling feeling
the sense of security
in my mother's arms
I am home
its a boundary
a line that * no one
can ever cross
yes they did try but couldn't triumph over me
don't know 'bout you but
some people have lost their mothers
just in case you did not know
ITS NOT A NICE FEELING
some treasure her because you only have *
one
mother
while on the hand others just take her for granted
well they are they and I am me
I don't yet know what it feels like to
lose a mother but I've heard stories..............
all I have to say to those who yet don't
know how important a mother is especially boys
TREASURE WHILE YOU HAVE THE TIME because when the
time is finished, that's it no more time
so take from all the stories I've heard
you must treasure her while you can
this poem was written for all the ungrateful fools that take their moms for granted. I've went to funerals and the children wanted to jump into the grave hole,they said why couldn't it be them so I beg of you don't take her for granted you WILL regret this
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