hannah-west
American
As you can see my name is Hannah. / I may be young but I do find poetry very easy for me to write and you must know, each poem I write is true or written because things in life inspire me to do so. There is one young man who inspires most of my poems though sometimes I may write a playful one or two, most are pretty serious and may be depressing. Or inspirational. Depending on how you read it Each holds a memory or special meaning of mine. / I would like to hope you give it a read and appreciate what I wrote. If not, so be it.
Oh, how I wish I were laying in your arms,
Being swooned by your special brand of charm.
The room, darkened by the night,
Though with a soft glow from moon light.
I'd know I was safe.
With every breath I take
But it is,
A second later, stolen by your kiss.
A kiss that I lie here and miss.
A kiss stolen from an innocent girl
A kiss, that changes her world.
She is a child no more;
Yes, she's quite different than from before.
She's a girl, she herself never knew.
What's this girl to do?
Why, she's guided by boy, of course.
A boy who's willing to gently show her the works.
A boy who will unknowingly captivate her heart,
He'll find himself hating the two being apart.
He'll find that he cares for this girl,
This girl who's changed his world.
The two souls will intertwine,
And they'll call one another, "mine."
Though unsure of what lies ahead,
She'll still dream of laying beside him in her bed.
As she lies in the soft moonlight,
Darkened by the night,
"Oh, how I wish I were laying in your arms,
Being swooned by your special brand of charm."
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
Please dear, you know I
Love you, and that I need you.
Everything in my life has gone down hill,
As this bad luck
Streak persists.
Even though it all went bad, I was
Still happy I had you. But you've
Taken it away from me. Well, perhaps not completely.
Amorous activity kind of engaged, and
You said, "Maybe
It doesn't have to end."
Now
Everything has gotten a little better, yet I have this
Eerie-like feeling.
Do
You really still want me, just as much as you previously did?
Obviously, you still have feeling, but I'm
Unsure if its the exact same as before.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
She's the one who looks indifferent. Only because she's
Dying on the inside.
To most, they only see a girl who wants to
Be all she can be. But when she's
With The person she loves most, she's with
You. All she wants is for you to love her, too.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
I'd cross mountains,
Plains,
Ride trains,
Swim the seven seas,
Fly across the skies,
Run the distance,
Walk the length,
Drive on rough roads,
And to be completely frank,
I'd do anything to be with you.
I wonder if you'd do anything to be with me, too.
I'm not sure if you would,
That's okay,
As long as you let me stand by your side today,
It'll be worth it anyway.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
Music is a passion.
Not a describing word for your fashion.
Music is an escape,
To some other beautiful place.
Music is a form of expression,
That keeps you away from that depression.
For some people, it's an obsession,
But that doesn't give most a bad impression.
Music is a wondrous thing,
All it needs is a person to sing.
Music is a dream,
A piece of cloth, bursting at the seams.
It drives us to be who we are,
It drives us to go that far.
We walk the distance,
And run the length,
Of persistence.
All because of the melodies and notes;
The beats that play in our ears,
Those rhythms that wash away our fears.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
What if you love me?
What if you want more than this?
A fake relationship.
I love what we have now,
But I can't help but crave more.
I sort of wish we dated again as before.
What if you push me away?
I'd love nothing more than to stay.
Stay with you,
For all my life
But what if my hearts is stabbed yet again by your metaphoric knife?
What if you care more deeply than I?
This should be as easy as pie.
When I tell you how I feel,
And you say the same in return,
And no longer will I have to yearn.
What if that's not the case?
A love unrequited because I was just a pretty face.
Not something more,
Just a body
That you like so fondly.
What if you love me
Like I love you.
And we're just both too afraid,
To admit the truth?
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
Sometimes in life,
I pause where I stand and take a breath,
Forgetting about my sorrows and strife.
For once not fearing death.
Sometimes I live,
Like the seed of a tree,
Not needing to forget, or forgive,
Just flying around; free.
Sometimes I lie,
Just to get people off my back.
I'm feeling upset because of a guy,
But it's not like many people really give a crap.
Sometimes I cry,
Because I want to let out the stress I have
Over that one guy,
Who is just a chav.
Sometimes I smile
Because once in a great while,
He makes my happy
Even though at the same time he makes me life ******
Sometimes I shake,
I can't handle what's really at stake;
Loosing someone like you,
Is something I can't live through.
Sometimes I want to scream;
You did break my heart
And I'm only happy in dreams,
Where we're not living worlds apart.
Sometimes I want to yell,
Because you feel compelled,
To keep secretes from me,
As if it'll keep from making bad memories.
Sometimes, I feel the pain
You caused with a knife,
Through my heart's vain's.
Nearly ending the meaning of my life.
And yet,
Somehow. . .
Somehow in life,
I pause where I sit,
Taking a breath, no longer feeling the knife,
Planted there by some twit.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
The knife has been placed in your hand.
You look at me and know what will be done,
You'll know the tears I've shed,
You'll know the pain I'll feel,
You'll feel sorry for what you did.
You'll feel guilty, the way you led me on.
You'll feel like a thief for knowing what you've taken.
You'll see the hurt in my eyes every time we'll speak.
The disappointment.
The reality of it all
Scares you.
The knife has been placed in your hand.
And with all the bad you've already done,
You can't bring yourself to plunge it down,
Deep,
Into my core.
Where life begins
And where you've made all your sins.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
Hold me tight,
Kiss me in the moonlight.
Caress my face,
Close in on my personal space.
Whisper in my ear,
Make all my fears disappear.
Play with my hair,
Tell me that you care.
Hold my hand,
Because I'm your biggest fan.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
Deep
Within the recesses of my
Being,
Is the young
Innocent girl
They used to know.
Deep
Within my
Mind
Are the
Thoughts,
I used to think
When I was young.
Deep,
Within my
Heart
Is what I used to
Feel
Before I met you.
But on
Top
Is a wild,
Bad,
More mature girl,
Daring to break the
Rules.
She's new in these parts.
She doesn't belong here.
This isn't what I'm used to.
Who does who think she is?
Waltzing in here,
Making me do things,
I used to never agree with.
Maybe this is apart of growing up,
Or maybe this is what crazy people do.
Either way,
I'm a bit scared.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC