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Saanvi Nov 2024
Your hands have been crafted
by a rare and delicate melody.
One that sweeps me completely and raptures my affection,
Such charming beauty you possess my love.
I bring my disgraceful lips
to your merciless fingers,
that left imprints on my neck earlier.
Your demeanor is that of a white swan
sparkling in an illusory lake.
As I step inside deep water to try
to reach your magnificent being.
It's not the flames of indifference that burn my soul,
rather your casual wit and coy smiles.
Pretentious laughter as if you actually care.
The lake is now suffocating my lungs.
The cool waves strike my weeping skin,
so opposite to your firing touch.
This is what you wanted from the very beginning my love.
Now, don't bestow me your unreachable pity.
In my dying moments, even your shadow did not grace me with its presence.
Now that I am completely lost in your maze,
I want to ask you in this haze.
Are you now joyous my love?
Are you now satisfied?
Are you celebrating the fortune of my perish?
You don't have any blood on your hands,
I have killed myself over this love.
You are still the white swan, mesmerizing all with your innocence.
And I am here at the bottom of the lake,
Drowning in helpless awareness, unaware of the extent of your cruelty.
The warm blue hues silently shut my eyes,
gifting me more peace than you ever could.
The real misfortune is that even in my last breath, I could only take your name.
I have only ever known your love.
I have only ever known your cruelty.
I don't mind the loneliness.
I don't mind the helplessness.
I just craved belongingness.
I just wish that the white swan herself would have drained me of life by kissing my lips.
When the light of life was finally replaced by miserable darkness, all I could do was reach out to hold your hand.
Your hands have been crafted by a rare and delicate melody....
Ariannah Nov 2024
Swore you were the best and that you really cared
But looking back made me regret some things I said
I know we should've been foreve, and ****.. you know it too
It shouldn't hurt me that bad, but when I look at you-

Said you weren't perfect, I know, I wasn't too
But my heart kept racing just for you
I cared when you said it was my fault
I kept quiet
Being your little secret
Kept in a vault
I admired your kindness and love
That soon enough turned into
Invisible hatred you hid inside you.

I could try to forgive
I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it, but I swear I'm sick of it
All the **** you put me through
Made me realize how much I mean to you
I'm done with the games of
Saying "I like you" waiting for
A response to come from you.

If you only knew that I'm writing this about you
If you only knew that, I still think of it, too
Yet, I wanna say
Thanks for making me feel that way
Otherwise, I would've stayed
Without knowing why
Should I throw my feelings for you away

And I could try to forgive
And I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it and push me inside the trap
All the **** you put me through
Made me grateful for knowing
It's time to get rid of you.
Dakota J Dawson Nov 2024
I have lost
Given
And been cajoled

Into dishonesty
A kryptonite
My own bite

Broken
Without a bound
Upon me Broken, sad, hatred

Can’t  I
Never untie
Suffering will continue
Sad poem.
fish-sama Nov 2024
Hating                                      happiness is              disgusting.
                         Seeing                           these  
yellow flowers                      bloom  
vibrantly                                     Sick  
breathing in           undeserved air as  
laughs                   slap our lungs dry.    
I know      
Every time I smile    
I do    
the world  
injustice.
I wish                                                                            to
cauterize my lips
shut
black with soot.
I do not deserve this.
Happiness
sometimes I talk to people and laugh a lot, and a few moments later I'm in the bathroom feeling like vomiting.
Kassey Oct 2024
It was dark
They filled her heart
With poison
Disguised as a kind act.

They promised her
Life will be full of colors
But they made her blind
Too fool to see
the hidden plans

She drowned
She begone
She hates mankind

But the poison
Lives with her
With a heart as pure
As a silver
She returned

The rebirth
Kindness is gone
In the poison
They shall swarm

Under the innocent face
Is a revenge
You cannot erase
QueenOfTheAshes Oct 2024
I no longer carry your marks on my collarbone,
I already stepped off of that throne;
Or did you push me?
I couldn't tell through
The field of gasoline
I found myself in.

And in this tragic end,
I prayed that I could blend,
But I suppose we can only stand,
As tall as we can bend.
Emery Feine Oct 2024
You have trespassed on my soil, manned
You have stolen my nation and my land
Killed all the songbirds, the larks

You have eradicated any sense of glee
But everything you have taken from me
Around it, you will find claw marks

There's tears on the floor
And bullet holes in the door
And blood and dirt under my nails

You've made me flee from my own home
The place I live in and roam
And yet you still don't know what that entails.
this is my 120th poem, written on 8/17/24
Emery Feine Oct 2024
...
I try to find little bits of you in my heart
And no matter how hard I search my ocean depths
For one shining ray of yours
I only find bits of moonlight.
Like a puzzle missing a piece
A part of my perception of you is gone
I cannot leave
No matter how sad you make me
Because my heart remembers
How you'd made me the happiest I'd been
I thought the love was special
But I was standing in the queue
All the others you had been giving love to
Were hidden by walls only you could see
I feel as if my body is being ripped apart
Heart and mind on opposing sides
My body is so numb now
My body is dragging along, like a zombie
Like a puppet, pulled by your strings
Like a heart through the ocean.
I don't even know what I was thinking
Disappointed in you and myself
The person I loved the most
The person I admired most in my life
Has turned a red, beating heart
Into one full of rife
this is my 118th poem, written on 8/8/24
Emery Feine Oct 2024
I don't know what I am to you
Whether hell or heaven send
But why'd you come back after eight months
And still consider me a friend?
this is my 108th poem, written on 7/1/24
Emery Feine Oct 2024
him
a squirrel came and ran up to my tree
he cooled off in my calming shade
he stayed for just a bit of time
and then away he strayed

after months he finally came back
and talked about another tree, now hollow and dark
the squirrel said he wanted a tree to love him back,
saying this as he rested on my loving bark

even if his winds knocked over my boat
i would still continue to float
because even though his waves were meant to drown
my love kept me up and wouldn't go down

i built a flimsy structure
to protect me from the storm
and when all his winds came
it all came back torn

i walked on coals to make it to him
through tsunamis and floods i had to swim

he fed me poison to make the solution
but left before coming up with the resolution

he cried, he lied, to protect my name from grime
he cared, he scared, but there was another boy at the time.

but in my heart, i still hear his name
and those heartbeats are the best
but since i was a player in his losing game
i rip my heart out of my chest

he says he gave him everything
without anything left for me
i gave him all my advice
and he still didn't listen to me

he went through all the things i did
when he left me
but he never even realized
he couldn't even see

but yet still in the moonlight
i call his name
but he's calling another's
and it will never be the same
this is my 107th poem, written on 6/24/24. ugh I hate him so much
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