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I try to write a poem
A poem of love and happiness
While being surrounded by
Depression and loneliness
Not from the people around me
But the person inside of me

The cold, broken, heart broken fool
The fool whom rateated love
The fool whom spreaded warmth
The fool whom gave out open arms

I try to write this poem
A poem of the man behind the mask Im surrounded by
Depression and loneliness
No one around me to blame
Because of the person inside of me
What is there to say when there is no one there to tell it to....
You're only worth a word in my story
But that word is the most important part!
I wanted you to be apart of my story
But truth be told
You're only worth a few worlds
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens
 Apr 2015 Anne Faye
Kasharic
Lament, Repent and save me, for these sins we've sinned have slain me
sent me spiralling, icy shivers touch my spine as i think we cannot sin again.
Drained and Pained you've made me, through your web you have restrained me
Tamed me, Kept me wanting, Dreaming dreams i'd never dreamt before

Though your beauty lit the morning after nights i spent adoring
skin to skin we slept embracing, doting on each others form
Grieved am I, and mourning, wishing I had kept from falling
Drowning deep and deeper still in tears wept from our love

Sickly streetlight lit your features and made my body succumb to shivers
uncontrolled, uncontained as i strained to halt my nervous shakes
so sweetly we trembled together entangled inside one and others, soft embrace
as time stood still to let us savour each others touch

Misted windows kept such sights from unwanted spying eyes
and the music kept all sounds from trying ears
your whispered words a great disguise sent my mind to greater heights
believing wants and dreams were nigh and thus i now repent

"forgive me for my sins
and grant me a new life
gift this life with sweet reprise
and bring me to your paradise"
 Apr 2015 Anne Faye
Julia Elise
Can something really be beautifully  tragic?
Is it possible for a being to be gracefully destructive?
How can a life be insignificantly worthwhile?
Does that mean an existence can be grotesquely appealing?

Could you be more radiantly  pitiful?
You are stunningly heart-rending.
How are you so delicately harrowing?
You are harmlessly treacherous.
 Apr 2015 Anne Faye
Bree Anna
I love you
I miss you
Oh god I want to kiss you
Please my darling baby
Won’t you come and stay with me

Let’s spend our life together
Even through stormy weather
As long as we’ve got each other
That’s all we need
We can live together
So happily
In love forever
An eternity
 Apr 2015 Anne Faye
Bree Anna
Once upon a lovely night
There was a couple, high and bright
Kiss and love and hold her tight
Come on baby, tonight’s the night

Let’s turn off the light
I’ll hold you close
I wanna feel you
Go down low
Come on baby,
Take off your clothes
Tonight’s the night
To give it a go
I don't normally write sexually graphic poems...
 Apr 2015 Anne Faye
Bree Anna
Run. Run. Run.
Don’t Look Back.
Don’t Think.
No Plan.
Just Run.
     That’s how I remember it.
   I love it.   From that point on
   It,
                                                                ­was
                                                                ­        MY
                                                      ­                          life.
           Then I thought
               I paced
                    I turned back
                            To the hell I live
                                                    I like school
                                     I don’t like home
                            I like mom
            I don’t like home
Why?
You Don’t know
me
my life.
I wrote this one three years ago. I was in middle school.
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