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Jacqueline O Aug 2020
The Moon
       The Moon

Your eyes are pretty

The Moon
       The Stars
               Your Eyes

The Moon
        The Moon
Wilder Aug 2020
I.
I got
So ******* hung up on you
The highs, the lows
Everything was you

So far
I was completely smitten
Every word was lyrical
Everything was you

II.
And I
I thought I had moved on
From all the pain you left me with
But still I saw
Everything was you

III.
Do you remember, how my friends
Were your friends
And our friends always spoke of how
Great we were

Do you remember, how my friends
Weren't your friends
The second I said it was over

They still say how
I can do so much better then him (you)
I'm a thousand times better then him
(Everything is still you)

But in the aftermath
Before their questions were answered
They still spoke of how
Wonderful we are
We were

So I'm sure they're lying to me
Do your friends lie to you
About me too?
Do you still have friends, after
I took our friends
And made them mine?

IV.
I called it a
Mutual ghosting
That neither of us wanted us
But I really thought you wanted us
I still don't know why you let me go
But I said I wanted to let you go

My friends asking me who I like
And I Have moved on from you
Surely I'm done with you by now

V.
I've started seeing girls in the street
God they're beautiful
(Like you were
Two, three years ago?)
Girls are pretty

I thought you were pretty
I thought I was done
I thought I was fine with the way we left us
I still write about you
Surely I'm not done with you

VI.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever really liked you
Or if I just wanted to be your friend
And my friends called it affection
I'm not really sure

VII.
I know I could've loved you
We were perfect in every way
Except I didn't have any trust or love
Because I was scared of going too fast
We were comets
If we got to close surely we'd collide

I want to be done with you
There's empty pages in front of me
I'm ready to write on them
As soon as your ghost leaves me
Please leave me
I want to be done with you
I want to move on
We were barely an us
How does that warrant this obsession
With how beautiful it was to talk with
You
A collection of scattered thoughts about the only person I've ever solely written multiple poems about.
just emma Jul 2020
" There is only you in my heart. "
pretty thoughts.
Unpolished Ink Jul 2020
How many pebbles does the jar contain?
Count them one by one, put them back again.

How many pebbles on the beach?
Can never count them all, they are out of reach.

How many pebbles in your hand?
My heart a singing stone, you rescued from the sand.
izi Jul 2020
One day, I would like to learn your name
Who you are
Where you come from
Your memories, your sorrows
Your deepest thoughts and feelings
Your soul.

One day, I will look into your eyes
And see someone else
Someone wiser, better, prettier than I
And I will smile
And laugh.

One day, I will learn to fly
The sun beating down on my back
Wings furling and unfurling
Wind spurring the waves
Crashing on the shore.

One day, I will learn to cry
I will sit in the shadows
Stare at the darkness
Challenge my fears
Pain seeping out.

One day, I will create a storm
Fingertips aflame
Lightning crackling
Power surging
Beneath my skin.

One day, I will learn to sit still
Still as a statue
With magnificent posture
Face calm, immaculate
Blank and smooth.

One day, I will learn to run
Far away from those who hurt me
Far away from those who love me
Far away
From me.

One day, I will learn to love,
The warmth that climbs through you
Tingling in your spine
My head,
Resting against hers.

One day, I will learn to forget
Forget everything I have ever learned
Until I learn to live
To live again.

One day, I would like to learn your name
Mine? I have none
I do not know
Who I am.

One day,
I would like to learn my name.
vega Jul 2020
my dear pretty starling
you'll hold my fragile attention
for no more than perhaps a season

but i'll still sit under your acacia branch
collecting iridescent feathers
as i listen to you beckon away the sun

and my dear pretty starling
soon you'll migrate to warmer evergreen
so i wish your wispy heart farewell

for mine has rotted off like bad fruit
but i'll still tuck away the seeds
for your curious beak to plant elsewhere.
coqueta Jul 2020
My button up shirts and
too baggy jeans
5 foot little kid with a face real mean

Those clunky platforms add a
weight to my feet
Five foot little kid with a smile so sweet


I’ve been drawing hearts in the sand
Ripping petals off all the flowers
I can get my hands on
(Pretty girl, pretty girl)
And I
Like to smile at my reflection
some reflecting, some introspection
my smile doesn’t look that sweet anymore




Beautiful
Love is only meant for people who’re
Beautiful, I think

Yea, I really do like
dancing in the kitchen, to ballroom lullabies
and looking into your eyes (pretty boy, pretty boy)
sitting in the park till the suns fallen from the sky
and living a life with you by my
side

but I’m afraid living that life is only meant for
beautiful people
love songs are always fun
wren Jul 2020
she is wrapped in the most beautiful linen

white silks

moonlit satin

a soft figure enveloped by their beauty

delicate hands

groomed fingernails

dark eyes

wet hearts

her power takes my breath away

i look up and


she is no longer a pseudonym

she is only the moon

i finally let you go
she was always herself, now i see her beauty
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