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Annie Aug 2014
The little girl cries as she watch her father walk away,
All the hopes dying inside ,she's got nothing to say,

All the traumatic situations that she's been through,
And as she looks back ,she realize there's nothing she can do,

The mother cuddles her and tells her to stop crying,
She says, "Mother nothing is so important ,but he was worth dying."

Tears rolling down the eyes,
Broken heart beats inside,

Silence echoing the four walls,
Her father was expert at lying
An old piece
Styles Jun 2014
Passion burning; sparks ignite,
Fuels my soul, late at night.
Fell in love at first sight;
Still paying the price;
Played; and got burned.
Lesson learned; twice.
These scars; been earned.
For the rest of my life;
At least, I've loved right.
Fuels my flight; up all night.
No sparks flyin; future not bright.
Love and passion; are fraternal twins.
kris evans May 2014
burning hot like a candle's wick
now is he the one who make you sick?
is it the same old man you once
admired more than your loved ones?

who has changed; you or him!
to make you feel so dim?
have you ever thought how you'll feel
when the time'll come for you to kneel,

before your own lads,
when they toss their loving dad?
do hesitate before you start to gasp...
about the so called generation gap

have you ever happened to think
even for a lapse of a wink,
for whom the wick is burning?
isn't it you ; who is gaining,

the light of his great sacrifice?
pouring straight from his orifice
is the glorious part
most of us fail to byheart
the verses of an open book;which had
the love of a dedicated dad.....
dad we are never born apart.....i love you..
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I miss the way you looked in my eyes
you were more than enough from me
I loved every part of you
I miss the way you look at me
The way I fit perfectly in your arms
this poem doesn't even rhyme is just captured my stupidity.

I sat there on the grass, watching the sun set
in your arms
perfectly content
your hands on my hips
my head on your chest
I believed you were it all
I knew it in my heart
My lips and your lips were all that I thought.

You held me as I cried
I cried for us
and I cried for you
You held me as I cried
I wept and I wept
I said

What if this love ends
what if it fails
don't give up I will love you forever
and you said
you would too
I wanted you forever
you wanted me forever
the deep the dark the good the sad
You wanted to hold me when it was a mess
I wanted you to be there too forever and ever
and we sealed it with a kiss
and the sunset kissed our kiss
the grass held our love
and you held me

And here I am writing this
and there you are with another girl
giving her your mighty world
and here I am writing this
We even sealed it with a kiss
Mr X May 2014
My friend...
You were my shade during the noons.
You were my umbrella during the monsoons.
You were my warm coffee during the chilly winters.
You were the cool breeze during the harsh summers.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were the moon, who never leaves.
You were the sun who guided the petty little creatures like me.
You were the stars whose glimmer always amazed me.
You were the earth beneath my feet.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were vast and endless like the sea.
You taught me to open my mind to your vastness and be free.
Your horizon taught me there is an end to the endless.
And your waters gave me a life so blessed.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were a devine gift, from the great Lord himself.
But alas! gifts don't last long...
And over the years, they change
But the memories remain etched forever, and days after that.
My friend...I'll always remember you.
To a very very good friend who stood by my side always...
Its hard to find such people. They are like those rarest diamonds. If you ever find one, never lose that diamond. They are worth more than all the gold on this earth.
Styles May 2014
Drawn blood,
From crossed lines.
It never fails,
The amount climbs.
The walls mark,
Targets; future sales,
Truth be told,
or it be written in brail.
The heart will always feel,
because tender, tend to fail.
Styles May 2014
High off Love
Rich estate
Feeling so high
Suffocate
Foolish cries
It's never too late
Even truths tell lies
There's no escape
Love is pain
As so is fate
Can't stop; the pressure
Still trying to endure
All of this dead weight
Sometimes coming back
Is way too late.
Mr X May 2014
I have hated all those
I have silently loved...

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