#over poems on Hello Poetry

Jonni Rae Holliday Apr 2019

Hesitant

The way my body fits into your hands is almost alarming. My instincts warn me to evade the situation, for nothing should fit as well as your fingers curving around my face. I stare toward the floor, fighting the urge to look into your eyes. Your eyes are just as suiting as you hands. They match my eyes, in size and color. In depth and shine. We fit. My broken heart begs me to fight this. It pounds so loudly to remind me that that it is broken in two. The pieces clink together. Stop they sing. Then your whisper connects in my ear, making me thrive and twist. You whisper collects all my thoughts of doubt and remorse and cradles them, rocks them to sleep. You lips push against mine in a way that excites my very core and the flame it lifts in me is so hot and so bright, so very red...suddenly I'm not afraid of fire or pain. Rather, I want to touch it with my finger tips. Just to burn them. I want to burn them just to have you kiss them and have yet another piece of my body rest against your lips. Your hands fit my body so well. They can find me in the darkness. You burn me so beautifully that I want to be burned alive.
-Jonni Rae

#starting #over

Evie Apr 2019

things will end

~and we shall begin anew~
~bursting forth from the ground like the shoots of a flower~
~waves of pure water crashing onto the sand~
~the soft touch of sunlight kissing your face~
~things~
~must~
~end~
~and we must know that we can be reborn~

#poetry #start #over #beginnings

Eera Apr 2019

My Mind's A Mess

Sometimes I feel like
It's good to have this kind of life,
And feelings that don't cut like a knife;
It's better when you don't text me,
It's better when I just live for me.
But there are also times
When I remember those nights,
And those daydreaming flights;
When all I cared for was you,
When all I craved for was you.

and I never again felt the same.

#missingyou #overyou #you #love #lover #over #life #babe #confused #mess

The Lonely Remnants Apr 2019

One Day

Kitten,
Princess,
Sweet cheeks.
They feel like a kiss on the forehead,
Like fingers through your hair,
Like feet gently touching under covers,
They feel like “I love you”.
But I know they’re not.
I don’t want to hurt you,
And you don’t want to hurt me.
But how does that work if we’re both already hurt?
I’m stuck in the past,
You’re living in the present,
And there is no future.
This can’t be forever.
If only I could find someone who talks to me like you do, treats me like you do, makes me feel the way you do,
But they’re someone who wants to keep me.
Someone who will love me for more than a day.
But maybe that just isn’t out there for me.
Maybe a day is the most I’ll ever get.

I miss writing. So here’s some ****.

#lost #over #forever #never #love

Flame Apr 2019

Will I ever get over you?

People say a day will come
When I don't think about you
But that day has come and gone
Time and time again

#pain #over #forget #hurt #love

liv Apr 2019

your song

you were the song
she was born to sing,
and all your lyrics,
and your steady beat,
played in her heart
on repeat,
until,
one day,
to her surprise,
your song began to fade away.
and even though it no longer plays,
she still sings it
everyday,
hoping that,
someway, somehow,
it will bring you back,
and you would start to sing to her
those same words right back.
and though her heart still wonders if you can hear it,
her head knows that you can’t.

#song #gone #over #heartbreak

Arcassin B Apr 2019

Chill As **** / Planned It

By Arcassin Burnham

I be really chill as ****,
Chill as ****,
Technically on the break but that's all in
my head,
Penitentiary mindset but no longer locked
up, you didn't hear from me,
So that's not what I said,
Moving around the creases , in and out
of situations , not my main occupation,
But I'm working up the nerve to live and
survive and survive,
And I don't know how long I could stay
alive , in this ongoing cycle,
Throw your feelings out ,recycle,

I be really chill as ****,
Chill as ****,
Let the chamomile flow though the veins and such, I got a,
Soft spot for nature in my own little way,
Nobody else strong enough to evade my
space, Ya hear me,
Really chill , to the point of no return from
this cloud that I'm on, I could never come
down off this plane, its real strange,
But I'm sane,
Chill I'm telling you.

/

Don't drag your partners down along with ya' to the grave,
When fakeness is engrave into their brains like a bad movie that
Persuades ,never know, might bring the pain,
Shut up,
Close your eyes,
Matter of fact open them, stay awake,
Trust no one,
Talk to everyone,
Don't become a dead body in a lake,
Don't seal your fate,
You planned this ,You planned this,
You planned this, don't run from it,
You planned this ,the parasite lingers like
A therapist,
You planned this,
There's no other way to say your views are distorted,
Turning every which way as a sign,
It's a crime, systems take over your life,
You didn't plan it,
But they planned it,
This is propaganda we've been handed,
Your life expectancy isn't really candid,
I know we all gotta' die someday , lie awake somewhere,
Don't be a bandit or a sinner, that’s impossible,
Is this country really free ? Is it optional ?
The feds will hold , a grudge to different race cause their superiors told,
I feel like life is game without the checkmates,
It never gets old.

#word #old #sessions #played #without #candid #over #planned #chill #express

mohamad taha safan Apr 2019

What a mercy! 6

One of Arab's men entered Makkah
He lent one of the honors some money
When he asked him to return it, he got angry
He went to masters to get his money
The masters wanted to laugh at a way
They wanted to make Mohamad in that problem
They told the man the only one who could gain
And return your money without any pain
Was that man called the faith

The man got hopeful and went to the prophet
Mohamad went with him without any late
The masters of Makkah wanted to mock and make jocks
They expected that proud would learn Mohamad great talks
He might quarrel with him and get punished
The proud man hated Mohamad and paid his efforts
He paid also money to stop the increase of the religion
He hated Mohamad of all his body, heart and limbs

When the Arab man knocked the door of the proud man
The proud opened and saw the man
He saw Mohamad stood at the vision
Without a word he entered and returned with the money
All men astonished and got angry
They asked after mohamad and the man had gone
He answered," when I opened
I found Mohamad and behind him great wild
If I was late, he would open his mouth and eat without wait

Mohamad was guarded
By the only power all over the world

all the prophets are guarded with the only power

#the #ptophet #all #over #world #witout #wild #gone #money

Erian Rose Apr 2019

rewind

I thought you'd understand...
I guess it was all in my head
Like a song on rewind
going over the same verse
over and over again...

#rewind #song #understand #head #same #verse #over #again #love #pain