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"Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, thier eyes are your new favourite colour." -Anonymous
I remember one night we shared a bottle on your kitchen floor "Love doesn't always slam the door on her way out" At the time that was comforting, almost peaceful, and I loved you for it But lately I've been thinking about it over and over again, the thought haunting my mind I should have asked "What happens when she leaves quietly in the dead of night without a word? How long would it take to notice her absence?" Now I wish she had slammed the door behind her, at least then I would have noticed she had gone
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
No longer home
I need to stop collecting kisses from paper mâché hearts I need to stop my constant fleeing before it even starts I need to pull up my socks; I need to hide my pride I need to find your reckless arms before I die inside
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
straighten up
Baby drip drip drop You're in my veins The sweetest poison My hearts in pain Baby drip drip drop You're in my bed Said I'd avoid it You're in my head Baby drip drip drop My eyes pressed shut Pains sharp as daggers Dance in my gut
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Baby
She is the type of person you may only meet a few times in your whole life; always in brief encounters. The type of person you could fall in love with in a heartbeat, who opens up a world you didn't know existed. You may catch her doing something mundane -such as filling a kettle- and that's all it takes to fall in love again. And if you're careful, very careful, you'll still recognise yourself when she leaves. Because she will leave. She is the sweetest poison and the body has habits of flushing out toxins.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
Fragments
Caught in-between Lines blurring to grey What's right and what's wrong Is there another way 'Don't think, just do' I heard you say The day before what was left Fall away
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Morals
I fell in love with you the moment I saw you And every moment after that And every time you bared your soul and confessed your thoughts I fell a little further Until I was so out of my depth for you I drowned And you let me
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
This is not a love poem
I felt you I felt your soul slide into mine And our thoughts intertwine In only a glance Imagine what we could have if we took the chance
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Connected
Can't you see I'm not alright I grit my teeth and tell my lie And maybe if I grit hard enough I'll get by
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Grit
She was the kind of girl that could make everyone notice when she was talking Who stole hearts with a smile And minds with a word And never stayed long
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
Always Shifting
It's when I'm tired, sad, and lonely The thoughts come creeping back To destroy me at my weakest
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
spirals