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Metamorphose
Metamorphose
25/F
You Were the human embodiment Of all my fears: The manifestation Of all my monsters. Yet, If you came knocking I’d open the closet- Pull up the bedcovers- Turn back to the dark mirror- And invite you back in.
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
Monsters
You talked all the time of how you loved loving me But when it came to loving me, you never had the time.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Untitled
Your arms are like vines Winding their way up my body Blossoming flowers where I’d seen none before. The touch of your fingertips Tender like the brush of leaves And your windy breath raising my flesh; Pull me in. Pull me down. I yearn for your roots Intertwined with mine, An infinite dance toward the skies As we grow as one.
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
Growth
I want to be loved with all you have, That intensity that ignites flames Then drags full force waves to ***** them out. No holds barred, Letting go of the reigns; It’s not the butterflies wings, But each beat of your heart With my every blink That creates typhoons Halfway across the sea. Each beat of your heart, beating for me.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
Butterfly Effect
The hands that held me Upright like stone pillars now Crumbled into marble rubble. I’m left sifting through the wreckage, Left by a war waged against himself. One warrior. Two casualties. The ruins carry whispers of Memories, promises and lies; All etched on the walls That once could be confided in Now relinquishing their secrets. A foundation built on sand Will sink in battle: Rebuild.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
Ruins
I trace my fingers Through the cigarette smoke That dances from your lips and Creates a veil in the sunlight - A moment of quiet, magical bliss From your silent self destruction Should have been indication Of what was to come.
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
Smoke Screen
I can’t string together the right words to describe the feeling of black tar sands filling my lungs, Or chinks of ice inching their way through my veins- Maybe they’re somewhere in the relief I find Between the place my tires last touched the gravel And where they meet the sky. There’s something about being okay with death that’s totally not okay But there’s something about it that makes me want to roll out the welcome mat, Arms open where I’ve been waiting for you- In the home that’s no longer ours, Left in your flames I couldn’t quench.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Depression
Irony is painting a sun While a rainstorm erupts in your mind With drops searing the page. Irony is bleeding knuckles On hands held in prayer Pleading for peaceful end To the war with only one soldier. Irony is lying in front of the moving mountain To save the soul of the cries that shook it. Irony is having to hurt In order to heal.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Grammar Lesson
Paint me as a monster With the **** of your cigarette- But when the ash disperses And the smoke has cleared, Accept your truth and know Like ash and smoke You let me go
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
Untitled
You were the ocean And I, a ship Gliding your waves As my finger tips Lazily graze at your surface- Skin. Our two bodies- Of water and of flesh- In harmony with the moon, Pulling us with her tides And we abide So long as we’re synchronized.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Calm