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kelsey-peyton
kelsey-peyton
American To lay within a dream is lying within your sub-conscious. Sometimes it is a difficult task to remember for it is too much to fathom. Can you begin to understand your sub-conscious mind?
Once upon a lover Now an unwanted enemy Time's become a blunder My dear unwanted enemy Memories always fade and new ones take their place Happiness will be made As I forget your face Dear enemy of mind I once loved you Yet over time I find I've learned to hate you Now it's time to let me go There will be time to try Don't want to say Hello But I'll tell you Goodbye
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
Once Upon an Unwanted Time
Fly away little heart, your life has just begun. Like the shiny dew in morning on a web the spider's spun. Find a nice and cozy place; from there, you'll never run; there you'll find true love that will last as long as the sun. Fly away little heart to a land where love is free. Love is not a punishment, it's a thing like you and me. It binds and twists everything where what is, you cannot see. Love lives in all of us, without it, we could not be. My little heart of mine, you hold all love inside. Even scratches and all tears, we've made all repairs. So little heart of mine, let's give Love another try
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
Love Lives In Us All
If a speck of dust was to land on your shoe, what would you do? Would you even notice something so microscopic had managed to take time out of it's long, slow day to land on your shoe and await the next breeze to drift away? Of course you wouldn't! It's just a speck of dust, it is of no importance to you. But does anyone ever realize that a speck of dust has a life of it's own. As one speck of dust sticks to your tv screen right after you had rid all his other friends from sticking to it; He becomes angry. As he was finally reaching his community of friends, you take them away. He calls for revenge. Days, maybe even moths go by and he has gotten revenge. Your tv screen is coated in dust, almost like a gray blanket. The speck of dust cheers as all his community of friends come to stay. The one thing the speck of dust doesn't know is you have died a week ago and your house is in the middle of nowhere. You had no family left and all all possessions were destined to collect dust as you rotted away in your bed. The speck of dust gloats for awhile, but only to find the tv screen too crowded and the air too thin. Poor little speck of dust all it wanted was a few of his friends. But more came until specks were stacked a top each other and unmoving. Goodbye little speck of dust. Better luck next time.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 1:55 AM UTC
The Little Speck of Dust
Ah unrequited love that touches the soul! A burden young one could take a hard tole! Ah how autumn's leaves embrace the feeble and meek. You find that love can make you feel weak!
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
Unrequited Love
Too many times I have shed this tears Over nothing new and year old fears If ever to be but just a forgotten love You're the one I would still dream of Miss your lips and miss your skin You know, the one I used to curl up in The sound of your whispering voice Tickled my ears as I'd want to rejoice But now you'll be a forgotten love As I try to forget all of the above
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 1:34 AM UTC
D. All Of the Above
Consistency is time and time is consistent Pain is quick and gone in an instant Change is inevitable and only found with time Time is consistent and will leave the past behind Hello's are special when meeting someone new Goodbye's are sad and can only occur so few You are mine if it is as you'd wish Finale is soon with your long sweet kiss
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 1:31 AM UTC
Is and Are
If I wrote you a poem To show you how I feel You more than anyone Should know that's an ordeal Even though I can't tell you How I feel inside I want to say i love you Step up and swallow my pride I know that you might never know But you can't say I didn't try I wish to say hello But all I can say is goodbye
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
If I Wrote You a Poem
This house is not a home Now you've left me on my own It's not worth your stupid fits It wasn't worth the ******* ******** I spoke, you never payed attention And God failed to mention... ...That this house... ...This House Is Not A ******* Home!
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
This House is Not a Home
After so many times i have tried After many times I've lied To tell you the truth, I'm not fine It's gone so far, I think I've lost my mind My plastic mask is melting away I'm done, I've got to get away 3 different times I have tried 3 times to attempt a quiet suicide 1st a bottle of poison to stop the pain 2nd, drink a bottle of poison like it's a game 3rd, I must try an overdose I thought it was going to work the most No nothing worked and I'm still hear For the future I still fear After so many times I have tried After many times I've lied To tell you the truth, I'm not fine It's gone so far, I think I've lost my mind
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
Suicidal
So many times I've tried And so many times I've cried But no one ever knew That I tried to commit suicide Too many times I've tried These tears shed over nothing new Maybe I wasn't meant to live this life For me is no happiness and strife
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC
No Life