Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
donniehudson2020
16/M/camdenton, mo I make poetry. I like sweet things and the color blue and vaporwave.
a hand to hold sounds so precious as i lay in an empty bed with a full heart waiting for someone to take my hand my brain overflows with the thoughts of one but i dare not tip the glass for the fear of a spill overrules the aching and as it drips i grasp for a hand which doesn't exist i believe in love at first sight because it's the only love my lonely eyes can create a big planet full of people and my hand stays vacant it's so hard to say you've never made contact with another humans lips in an unconditional heartfelt symbolic embrace why is the only question i can ask that will never have an answer and i have yet to see a change in that but i guess it's for the best because my weakness takes over my confidence and ruins it all and so i lay in the empty bed hand outstretched waiting for touch love acceptance belonging happiness
0
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
but even hands come in pairs
i wanna love you when the faces stare and love you when there are no faces around. i wanna feel your embrace and feel you nipping soft purple spots on my neck. i wanna smile for you and cry for you. i wanna break down my walls and piece togerther your heart. i wanna hold your hand and hold your love.
0
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
all i wanna do.
every night i softly cry eat an apple, hope to die you've left me here, so red and flushed im waiting for you, but i feel rushed the bleeding heart slips from my grasp i run to catch it in a dash but only you can break its fall and as it hits, I slowly crawl to you. adieu. goodbye, sweet lie.
0
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
poison(ed)
with a soft red top he stood, face glistening in the spotlight his character was funny, however i couldn't bring myself to laugh. i was in awe. i, a lowly peasant to his acclaimed king, was in awe of his greatness. he leaves the stage, exiting left. must he go? he walks past me. **** don't look." he goes past, turns in my direction i turn redder than his hair, i move slightly to the left and in that moment, every bone in my body said screamed shouted "wow."
0
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
his name? [redacted]