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Emotionalgal
Emptying the thoughts from my head so I can sleep
I'm glad you were there We didn't last but The times we had I was glad
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
2017
How is it that the hopeless romantic finds herself with a player every single time? They prey on her gullible heart It gets torn apart Over and over And over again And yet she remains hopeful That what she’s looking for exists That one day she’ll come across a man Who will not only call her beautiful, but who will listen to what she has to say Who will not only listen to her words, but remember things about her Who will not only remember details about her, but fall in love with all the little things Who will not only love everything about her, but feel she is enough -Where are you?
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
The hopeless romantic
When you get out of elementary And you start craving for love Whether for support or the joy of it You feel like you’re flying high as a dove Then it all comes crashing down As you realize That they like somebody else And you fall Into a pit Of seemingly never ending sadness And you throw a fit That the one you loved left Until you see another somebody And you find they have feelings for you And this cycle goes on And on And on Until you find that one somebody And then you dawn on something That you and them Are meant for each other Forever
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Love
There once was a young girl, shy And pretty, but unaware of her grace. On late summer days she gazed up to the sky, Trying to slow down worlds enormous pace. She understood there was more outside, than poppy fields and hazy clouds, while most people blindly joined life's crazy ride, she resolved to walk without the crowd. On her untapped path she spotted a flower, blue and lovely as she has never seen it before. For flowers blooming in unexpected places she swore, are the most beautiful ones holding the greatest power.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
A rare flower
I know everyone dies It’s fate But just thinking Truly thinking about it Can get depressing Your friends Your favorite actors Your favorite bands All one day Will be gone I guess we live life And we either die Doing nothing Or die Doing something It doesn’t have to be major If you change at least one person One person’s heart For the good You did something right With your life You died a legend To that one person
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
The Truth About Death
Finding a lover is effortless for some people. They only want a few things: Someone attractive, kind, funny or rich. But I desire something so much deeper. I want an intelligent mind that wakes up thoughts in me I didn't realize were hibernating. I want to converse, analyze and debate without being conscious of the sun rising and falling between our words. I want to make a witty remark at a coffee shop so he can reply sarcastically just for me to jab back immediately and for him to comeback back playfully until we're both laughing stomachs shaking spit flying the whole store staring and we leave without coffee I want our hands to stitch together perfectly like two lost puzzle pieces; one found under a couch cushion one found inside a junk drawer. The rest of the puzzle has already been thrown away but these two pieces remain and they fit. I want to fall in love together then together fall in love with art, museums, songs, poems T.V shows, radio jingles, greek food, backroads, our mutual hatred for pop culture, doing the dishes (as long as he washes and I dry) wrong turns, piled up laundry, life. Just fall in love with life. I want to hurt with him I want to save the world with him I want to meet, see, understand and experience all that is foreign with him. I think it will only take us meeting and it'll only be history and happiness from then on. It's just a matter of if a love like that could ever be and if a love like that could ever be for me.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
Why I'm Single
There's that one song It was ours Even if we didn't say it was We both just knew Whatever we had is extinct But the song, now toxic, lives on It makes it harder to forget When I hear it, flashbacks replay in my head That time I felt on top of the world -"Trees on Fire"
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
Our song
Emotions are pure. Intentions are true. As eyes wander, my heart flutters. Can you not feel? Can you not see? My heart still palpitates, soul still anticipates. But feelings are already far and I am now barred. For you are with another and mine no longer.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Still
I drink A majority of the time to have fun To hang out with friends To laugh And sing And just be me Without being ME To get out of my head Because everyday is a constant battle With anxiety Or boredom I'd say depression but I'm not Depressed Everyday I freak myself out Is the world going to end Am I going to die today Are we even real Why am I in pain Should I **** myself Should I **** someone WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME WHY ARE THEY YELLING ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ME HELP SOMEONE HELP ME OH GOD I CAN'T BREATH WHAT IS AIR IM DROWNING IM LOSING CONTROL IM FIGHTING BUT AM I WINNING IM SCARED CAN THEY HERE MY THOUGHTS IS THIS ALL FOE NOTHING WHY AM I LIKE THIS so I drink A majority of the time to have fun To laugh To sing And just be me Without being ME
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
I drink
My cheek pressed against your chest Inhaling the cologne across your collarbone My fingers running through your velvet hair Your arm wrapped around me just below my ribcage Pulling me in close Our breathes in sync As we fall asleep - best sleep
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
I'll remember that night