Amanda
Amanda
Feb 23, 2013

Look what we have gotten into,
Just this insane and scary mess,
All of these tears of sorrow,
And this heavy load of stress.

Our elders won't understand,
How much we love one another,
They start to yell and get mad,
That's why we call them "mother".

They punish us together,
'Cause I know we both deserve it,
People say love is hard,
But I know that it is worth it.

When I'm with you my heart skips,
Just the sight of you makes me smile,
Any moment with you is endless,
Even just for a little while.

Soon we can be on our own,
These moments that I ache for,
Just any time to spend with you,
Makes me yearn for much much more.

No matter what all happens,
Or if the good becomes the bad,
Know that I'll be there always,
To make you smile and get glad.

Oh the silly things we do,
Just to make each other grin,
Even getting into trouble,
We may loose, but love will always win.

So I've come to the conclusion,
That our love will conquer through,
Because if I lost my dork,
I don't know what I would do.

You gave me something special,
And I thought it was real clever,
I just about teared up,
And I will cherish it forever.

However many poems I write,
Or letters from the heart,
No words could explain how I feel,
From the beginning or the start.

Excuse me as I ramble,
But I really must go on,
About how I love you so much,
Way more than just a ton.

I wish I could be in your arms,
Feeling the warmth of your embrace,
Where I would close my eyes and think,
"This is my happy place".

I love you with all I have,
And you're forever in my mind,
Don't let silly things like this,
Kick you in the behind.

I won't get mad at you ever,
And remember this you shall,
I am so honored to have you,
As my lover and my pal.

So it is getting kind of late,
And I hope you're sleeping well,
I will stick with you forever,
Even if we go through hell.

I don't know how to stop this,
But I'll do the best I can
'Cause I'll do anything for you,
My sweet and loving man.

I think I'll end this poem good,
And please agree with me,
That It'll make you smile,
As you find it rather cheesy.

The roses I know are red,
And I know the violets are blue,
You're my super derp-y dork,
And of course... I love you!

Some of my first attempts at poetry... and yes I rhyme. But this pretty explains my life... my forbidden love... and the rest.
Erin Finn
Erin Finn
Jul 1, 2013

She cannot gleam.

But, she can spread herself
onto you, like
butter, like
saliva, like
a bar of soap
contaminated by
hot water;
soft,
squeaking,
always smelling stronger
than it will
later.
She can squirm
beneath you. Believe
for a time that your chest
is sugar soil and your
mouth a
cloud
formation.
She can breathe in
the shattered glass of
anticipation, let the
pieces rattle
in the
bottom of
her throats-
she can coat
every melody
with moon
molasses
and
egg yolk
suns.

She can make you love.

Let me be the first to say,
I'm not sorry for the words I said.
They may of been said in haste,
and put you in your place.
Enjoy the taste, of your own medicine.

Bittersweet quitter,
I could eat you for dinner.
There could only be one winner,
and I can't see you celebrating a victory today.

Take me away to the place where we doubled down,
your humbled frown,
in your dressing gown.
No one else around,
the screams in the backround,
no one will backdown,
at least for now.

I'm still not sorry,
Sorry.

#love   #poem   #hate   #relationships   #rhyme   #sorry   #apology  
wordvango
wordvango
Aug 24, 2014

with apology
a sonnet brave
I pretend to be
worthy
resending a message
meant to be slang
tongue-in-cheek
I speak
dirty how
I smile happily, smirk.
Entrancing asking
no bitterness, I say,
Sorry. I do not repent!
As your servant I am seeking
no ill,
dirtily.

Emily Nolan
Emily Nolan
Jan 20, 2013

Like transient dogs,
the kind that come and stay on a porch
and leave later: the boys shifted in and out--swept up
through one door and out.
and They were a sorry lot
They were so proficient at being sorry
( it was a wonder anyone ever
accused Them at all)

Suppose that was the point.
remorse was Their method
of shameless safety

A women's scorn. XP
Mark Edwards Jr
Mark Edwards Jr
Dec 15, 2013

My apologies are empty, often overused
“Sorry” is depleted, relationships abused

Kindness only given, I turned the other way
Burning hatred, anger, drove you all away

Dust, it settles thusly, around my solemn face
Realizing plainly, that I am a disgrace

Words, they cannot fathom, the degree of my regret
Contemplating deeply, of those whom I’ve upset

Knowing no expression, than that of fiery rage
Causes matters thusly, as I become estranged

2013

Jessie Latham
Jessie Latham
May 18, 2012

catch the falling
star
that was caught up
in your dreams
& promise to reveal the
living devil in your
screams
so I can lay with you
until the dawn
bleeds through your
silver curtains

I am not to trust my
own sun-kissed
skin
& you are not to
fall for what I led you to
give in
when all we have left
are the lonely
prospects
of empty bottles
& long, long records
playing for only
us to hear


remember that
I love you


remember what
I've seen


the blood beneath the
burrowed breath


& all we kept
serene

LJ Chaplin
LJ Chaplin
Sep 9, 2013

I don't know what happened last night.
The world collapsed and I was left in the open,
An easy target for my demons to claim their place
Once again inside my hollow mind.

Like puppeteers they pulled the strings
On my inevitable urges,
A simple cut became a crevice
And it scared me
It really scared me.
It wouldn't stop and for a moment
I was scared it was the final curtain fall.
The invitation of death has always lingered
Like a phantom,
But I wasn't prepared yet to give up.
But in time everything stopped.

I am deeply sorry,
My apologies are deeper than the pain that I have inflicted upon myself.
I have given up once again
And I find myself struggling.
I never thought it could get any lower than this,
But I fear that this is the surface of what's yet to come.
Please forgive me.

Just like the seasons you became colder with time
The boy who used to be filled with warmth was now an icy block of self loathing
and I couldn't bare the biting way you looked at me when I said I didn't love you back
I made you cold and stole your warmth
I'm sorry
and if you were to kill me I would not blame you
I can only blame myself
And if your life were to end by your own hand
I would feel soaked in your blood
because I was to blame for your death
and I'm sorry
There are so many words in my head
and some just aren't enough

This is old poem #1. Im uploading some poems from... a while back. over a year at least. This one was about something I always held over my own head
 
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