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AllTheLovePS
AllTheLovePS
18/F/India An avid thinker| / Beauty of a poem does not come from the poet's words / But how those words are perceived by the reader.|
I dived In the ocean of you, I forgot I haven't learned how to swim.
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
Dive
Are you looking at the sky? All changed like your soul and mine. It scares me that words set us apart more than distances ever could. But we grew wise learning all the answers as to why. I hoped that I could jump to the past to only make it right From the day I fell for you Till the day our souls attended the rendezvous I should also take away the promises that included "forever for you, I'll fight". Wishing you'd come one night and tell me it was all nature's fault, So we could join forces and laugh once more. So I can see that cheeky smile pour out through your new soul. So we could go on again to decide our future and never halt. We wouldn't talk of the past, Just learn the night above us and fall in love. We'd be cheesy and flirt a tad bit But I promise, this time; to not run too fast. One chance is all I'm willing to give. One chance is all you'll be willing to take Let us do it from the scratch Let us show the love birds how to live.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Nature's Fault
You are happy when you are kissing Satisfied by the lips that do you. Untill they turn into glass Lie to you and pour out your blood; all blue.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
Lips
Guilty of what you feel today, Does not exist in reality. What exists is, It's shadow in the past.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
Guilt
In a world of rap Where most music is just bass She listens to jazz Jazz that's dressed in sparkly crap. In a world of texts She chooses a pen with feathers And writes letters To the birdies that live in their nests. In a world of Instagram Where reside plastic filled humanoids She chooses to hang up Polaroids With a genuine act captured, not a sham! In a world of internet Where facts and fiction have rivalry She sits herself in a library Loving the silence and smell of wood she'd get. The world of today She despises a bit People call her weird for she throws a fit When she sees no romance in the holidays. Unusual she is She was born in the wrong era Even the name, she scoffs, sad little Klera For gay she isn't because In the year of 2020 She's looking for the 1960s
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
1960s
There's this heavy thing on my chest It makes me want to cry sometimes It makes me want to die too There's this unknown energy around me It makes me want to feel so low Lower than I have before There's this thing that Makes me choke for air It pulls me far away from here In the land unknown Where souls only roam They pass through the stars And walk in the bars They say they don't feel things And past does not bother them They convince me its better there It's so much better than here
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
This Thing
It's crazy how someone can go from the person who taught me how to love myself To the reason I wanted to die.
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
The Reason
I watched you sleep As my soul stared deep Into your own. Sleeping soundly Breathing profoundly You swore. To be an angel A beautiful stranger Unknown. Someone I owned last night Someone I swore at last night A sin we commited, just the two of us, alone.
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
An Angel
I still think about the things you used to find insignificant in our relationship. And they make me smile more than your words ever will.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
Insignificance
The world kept moving, And cows continued mooing. The sky changed colours, But the moon remained discoloured. It had been months, And all I had heard were my own grunts. I hadn't stopped complaining, About my life's failings. Like one where my romance wasn't returned, The foolishness that I yearned. But one night when I layed in bed, With a quarantined head. I realised all I needed was love. To be my own dove.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
My Own Dove