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samantha-lobo
Indian 21/Toronto / I write about love, life, and anything that moves me...
I wanna keep chasing those sunsets I wanna catch those beams in butterfly nets Those illuminating rays that capture my breath I grieve at dusk, but I’ll never forget Spending my day, chasing those sunsets I shudder at the moon with its cold blank stare Glaring at me intently, in the cold night air Return my sun, I crave its warm embrace, I stare at the sun as it recedes into space And the shadows settle in upon my face…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:32 PM UTC
Chasing Sunsets
Twinkle Twinkle little star How I wonder who you are? Full of lies and false pretense Lacking conscience and common sense Shallow enough to manipulate Those shattered souls to compensate For your shortcomings, but soon you’ll see Those empty shadows all fleeing from thee… And yet… Up above the world so high all alone I sit and cry Until I face my greatest fears And see myself through cloudy tears I’ll change my ways for love alone Through this cracked and broken world I’ll roam I’ll search until my tears run dry, To find my diamond in the sky…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
Twinkle Twinkle
I saw him for the first time in the rain and I wanted to whisper his name The very next day I passed by the bus stop, there he was, but it wasn’t the same And I stood and I stared, wondering if he could ever care about someone like me, So I walked away, hoping he might stay, just a little bit longer in my dreams… Maybe in time, I’ll think of a line, or be more inclined to talk to him Just a moment in time, where he could be mine, my dream’s wearing thin They called his name, and she was to blame, for taking him away from here… If only he turned, and glanced in return, he might want to hold me near… But I was alone, broken and torn, left in the rain to mourn that day I wish I had told him, I wanted to hold him, but I didn’t know what to say… Lost on that street, feeling so weak, by the bus stop I knew, he was my world I’ve never felt colder, they patted my shoulder and said, “Better luck next time girl…"
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
Better Luck Next Time
She shuddered, scarred soul Speechless, seduced so sweetly Silent surrender
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
Slayed Siren
Broken hearts that could have been Untold memories we could have seen Faithful promises we could have made Powerful emotions that would never fade Expressed a love we could never hide Exposed the truth when we could have lied Experienced adventures great and small Followed the tune of nature’s call No one could predict what we might have saw As we fled from the world and left them in awe But you closed the stables that let us run free You silenced the birds that sang to me You burned the branch that reached for you You barred the door you should have walked through You neglected me when you should have cared You walked out on me when you should have been there And now I’m so lost without you…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
All That's Left...
As we lay beneath these fields of wheat, Victims of love in our final defeat, Wondering whether our sins will show, Accepting the fate all lovers know…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
Doomed Love
So just tell me what I want to hear, Lie and say that it’s going to be fine, And tell me that you’ll hold me near, And tell me that you’ll always be mine…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
Sweet Lies
I have burned our battle into my mind My heart collapsed when yours resigned An enemy I saw, when you began to flee As my army’s immensity cornered thee Love was absent, your illusion grins, The sickening field begins to spin. Your soldiers of lies emerge in battalions, Dragging the bodies of truth on their stallions, I command my troops of strife to revenge The massacre and my death so avenge. I scream to charge and slaughter deception, I smile and await a ****** reception...
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
The Lost War
Idle time fills the killers mind with Polluting thoughts of a different kind. The remnants of a feeling left behind Reminding him of a love he’ll never find…
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Idled Longing