Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Feb 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
I've lost so many people.
I can't help but feel like I'm losing you too.
Maybe I already have.
.
  Feb 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Love
What is it?
You might say that it’s something you feel
When you really care about someone
It’s a noun
A feeling
A verb, when you love someone
But really,
It’s an adjective
It describes something
It describes that
Indescribable feeling,
When you have someone
Who you can’t get out of your mind
They are always with you
Talking to you in your head
And when you look at them,
All you can do is think to yourself,
“What did I do to deserve such a beautiful human being like you?”
And in your head,
(Because they are always there)
They say,
“I wasn’t like this before. You turned me into the beautiful, loving, and most of all, happy, person I am right now, with you. Because you are me, and I am you.”
That, my friend,
Is what they would say
  Feb 2019 BlueRosePoet
Sarah Spang
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
BlueRosePoet Feb 2019
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored

Oh
By the way
Did I mention
I’m bored?

Cliches and traditions
Pressure heavy
Outcasted if you don’t
Participate

But oh! Why me!
Me and my
Tired.
Bored.
Soul.
Feedback? Not sure I like the title or the poem...
BlueRosePoet Jan 2019
White, white snowflakes
Framed against
A black, black sky

A light, light flurry
Coming down
Of special, special surprises

The cold, cold taste
Of them
As you catch them on your tongue

Feels
   Like
       Bliss
Coming out from dance it was snowing differently than normal, a very beautiful experience!
  Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
Black rose,
There's no hope.
The colors fade away.
All there's left is pain.

Black rose,
Let it go.
There's nothing else left.
Watch the flower melt.

Black rose,
Don't you know?
Don't be crying.
Create a silver lining.

I'd rather be dead,
Than stuck in my head.
Drained of color.
It can't get any duller.

Like a black rose,
I let it grow.
I let the darkness
Engulf me long ago.
...
  Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
I used to be warm and bubbly

It was effortless

It's so much harder to be

Cold and empty

It takes so much time

So much effort

Yet I can't be anything else

Because cold and empty

Is what I am

And you can't change who you are
You can't. You are who you are. And I for one, hate change, though, I know I can't escape it.
Next page