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I looked at all my poems and noticed that 36 out of 141 were meant for you.
I just laughed and thought I really liked you.
Right, this will be the 37th one for you.
I tried liking someone else, but it always ended up with you.
New year is coming and like last year you were the first one who greeted me,
I don't know now but I know your heart is too far away from mine.
I'm gonna cut this feelings, it won't be easy but I will because it's too unhealthy.
I'll just leave everything up to destiny.
It seems like it's for you again huh
I know that
for one moment
tomorrow morning

I will have forgotten
this pain

tearing through me
like lightning
through a tree

but after that moment
I will be struck
all over again
I wrote this poem when I lost someone close to me. Yesterday marked one year since he's gone. I've never wanted anyone to read it before, but I feel ready to share it now. Holidays are hard when not everyone is around to celebrate with you. Sending a lot of love to those who miss someone this season<3
Tollan Dec 2019
How can I feel the way of songs
The songs that make you cry
My life a lie
Want to die
A noose I'll tie

But yet hold a place for you
An option I can choose
And know you won't refuse
This game I'll never loose

And also lust the girl
The one I've always known
That time has always shown
Our hearts together have grown

And remember the one I tore apart
Unknowingly hurt
Her feelings inert
Nothing left to exert

There is more
I could go on...
But I've found my chair
So I'll leave myself there
Hanging with the tune

There is more than four
But I won't have anymore.
Colm Dec 2019
Marriage is a newfound island
A purchased continent
Walk all your life and you will not find
Or know every single inch of land

Walk and walk again
Just observing  stuff
YusufKudsi Dec 2019
Maybe your love was meant to burn my heart and turn me into ashes,
So it can rise like a phoenix stronger than before.
Maybe I was meant to be tore apart like puzzle pieces
To become a master piece when I am whole again.
Maybe I was meant to be broken, to be happy again.
Nyx Dec 2019
Cry me a river
Of insure little tears
Sparkling like diamonds
Filled with your greatest fears
Let it glisten, Let it flow
Down your cheeks
To the land below
Salty to the tongue
Taste it upon your skin
Be still my little darling
He's watching with a grin
Thriving off your sadness
He pushes the knife further in
Prying on your weakness
To unveil deeper sins
Sins that have been locked away
Beneath the facade of a smile
Nothing bothers the angel dear
Even those who are vile
Emotions make you weak
Nobody wishes to see the evil
Disgusting feelings of envy
That you so dearly keep
Rage and jealousy
Hide them away
Calm and gentle
Let them stay
For nobody will love
A girl who displays
Her heart boldly upon her cheek
They will fire their arrows at the rate
Of the time it takes for your heart to break
Run and hide with all your might
Do all you can but fight
Foxes they play
Snakes they bite
In the den you are trapped
You know that I'm right
And while in the home of the serpents
You will come to know
That the faces you loved
Are the first to go
And its then you will see
That surrounded by people
Is the moment you realize
You are truly alone

For nobody is willing to enter the den of those that break
As all the friends you loved turned out to be that of those very same snakes


-
The beating of my heart
And warm smiles
Is it okay to love you?
Sally J Nov 2019
In the long drive back home,
A song we used to hear made me remember you,
I’ve been avoiding this feeling since August.
It has been months since I’ve heard of you.
I remember every word you said,
They were all lies.
I cannot expect much from a broken person,
You are still broken,
And because of that,
You keep hurting every person that encounters you.
You enjoy the dominance but i see through you.
And today i chose to forgive and forget by closing the cycle of the short lived memories i had with you.
It’s my time now to be happy
LC Nov 2019
on some days
I'm a piece of sandpaper -
rubbed and rubbed
until I'm raw and stinging,
until there's almost nothing left.

but there's a little corner
that doesn't sting,
that renews my hope,
that heals every part of me
until I'm whole again.
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