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NewFoundPoet Jun 2019
There's this girl,
But she doesn't know who she is yet
She doesn't understand why he left,
But she doesn't see how lucky I am that he did
She hates that people only see her so small,
But I can't wait to take her around…
So proud you'd think she was a float,
In the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
She wishes that just once she'd be desired
But c'mon baby… light my fire
Take your hands
Grab my heart
And watch it melt at the touch of a finger
She doesn't believe that she is special
But the very sound of her voice brings a calm
Like a gentle breeze across the ocean
Her eyes…
Could light my way through the dark
There's this girl,
But she doesn't know who she is yet
NewFoundPoet May 2018
Our love was like Porcelain…
Beautiful, delicate…
Meant to age for an eternity.
With every brush stroke,
I painted onto it my soul.
Imagining on the other side,
You were painting the same to make it whole.
As it turns out…
You weren’t painting at all,
Too worried you might use the wrong colors.
You turn away,
This piece just not the right one to paint.
As you fade, my grip fails.
Our porcelain, falls to the ground…
A thousand pieces scattered…
With it my soul,
I painted so carefully.
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
As we sit on the couch,
A day spent being lazy.
She catches from the corner of her eye,
As I’m helplessly gazing.
With a quick glance back,
“What are you staring at?”
At a loss of word…
“Oh… Nothing.”, is heard.
I mean, of course that’s what I say…
Heaven forbid, I let something crazy slip away…
What would she think,
Had I said, “I’m staring at the ocean,
And I feel the breeze everytime you blink…”?

You see, I’m not on the couch…
I’m standing on an empty pier;
Staring across a glistening blanket, so unclear.
For in your eyes I see..
No… I feel life…
From The Great Barrier Reef,
Bursting with colors that will take your breath away.
To the abyssal trenches,
Leaving you without words to say.

As I gaze, still bound to that empty pier…
One Question resounds, “What keeps me here?”
The answer becomes clear, as I sit and ponder…
It’s the dark of the deep, I was made to wander.
Though the colors on the surface, pristine.
I want the trenches and slopes, in between.
A diver in the reaches of your sea.
In your dark is where I long to be.
See, though the colors breathtaking… They are but a part.
It’s in the abyss, you find the soul and touch the heart.

In that moment I’m ripped from the ocean, and back upon that pier…
I’ll always be on that pier,
Waiting for the tide to carry me into your depths once more.
My heart grips around my neck,
As it gasps in a seemingly dying breath...
My mind scrambles,
These engulfing feelings it tries to digest…
To hear, “Oh… Nothing.” is probably best.
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
They say love is blind…
But, if love is so blind…
Then explain to me, why?
When I look into your eyes,
I can see my entire life…
My future plays in front of me,
Like a movie on a theater screen.
I walk out into the world and see,
Colors I never knew could be

Yet, in that same instance…
An overwhelming fear consumes me,
I see my world leaving me…
Cold and alone in the dark,
Losing myself searching for a spark.
To light the way back to that place,
But I’m drifting aimless in hollow space.

You see…
I found my vision,
When i found you…
But, now that vision has left,
And I have gone blind.
Left to see nothing but a deep dark blue.
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
Broken & Torn…
What do those words even mean?
Imagine your life playing up on a screen,
As you die a little in between each scene…
At this low numb would feel so…
So serene…

Broken & Torn…
You wish to give this hurt some rest.
Yet fail to stop this beating heart from falling,
Through the hole in your hollow chest.
As you gasp for breath on your way to your knees,
You know you’re lost beyond cries and pleas…

Broken & Torn…
You held onto hope, that your love could make them refrain…
Yet, in the end the other side was too good to abstain…
How can it be that I’m not enough?
I’m loving, I’m kind, and giving...
Here’s my entire world is that not enough?
As I count my heart snap, string by string…
It’s odd how we all come back to simply just one thing…
Though you try to fight it with might and scorn,
In the end you’re left…
NewFoundPoet Jun 2019
I am a contagious smile
I am always happy
I am a tender heart
I am a caring soul
I am oh so confident
I am always in control
I am…
More than you see…
I am scared
I am alone
I am doubting
I am unsure
I am waiting…
For you to reach in,
Hold my hand…
Touch my face…
Tell me it's going to be okay
Let me know I'm not alone…
That you care,
That I'm wanted…
I belong…
I have so many questions,
So many fears…
But you don't see that,
You don't see me…
Because,
I am a contagious smile
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
They say the worst way to die is by love
Because, It’s the only thing
That will keep you alive to feel it…

I wish I could say this isn’t true,
Or at least say this isn’t about me…
But, you see it just wouldn’t be the same…
If it wasn’t written from my heart’s pain…

Don’t look back…
I don’t want you to see,
As I struggle to pick up all the pieces,
Of a broken me…

Don’t look back…
Because sometimes the sea is too deep to tread.
I’m stranded in the ocean,
Just trying to get out of bed.

Don’t look back…
I’d hate for you to stray
From this new future you’ve found,
Because you sometimes wonder about
The one you left laying on the ground.

Don’t look back…
Or do…
Honestly, I’ve forgiven you.
I almost want to say, I’m sorry too.
Because if… No…
When… You do.
I may not be here,
And you won’t get to see.
The garden that blossomed,
From the seeds you planted in me.
This poem is about acceptance, a lot of my writing has come from a very dark place... I often struggle from day to day, I'm sure not when it gets better. But, I hold onto hope that it will get better. I hope you enjoy.
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
I am drowning, but in a good way
I feel the linger, in the way we move
An embrace, with an inviting intimacy
Our bodies, like a puzzle I didn’t know needed solved
Gentle hands, trace into my skin all the words you are longing to say
Our hearts, keeping a pace neither of us can comprehend
Closed eyes, I gently caress your face
A first kiss, and we plunge into the ocean
Glistening shores, but I think here in the deep is where I belong
A glance, you notice me staring
You ask, “Are you okay?”
I answer, “Yes”
But, what I mean to say is
I am drowning, but in a good way
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
You are enough...
This I promise you...
all your flaws, all your weaknesses...
Come love, come pain...
You are enough...
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
I am not afraid to love,
Nor am I afraid of the fall.
What I fear is much worse…

At the age of 18,
I found my first love…
It wasn’t until nearly 10 years later,
I found my first fear…

She was my fourth love,
And I sure fell hard…
As I showed her every part of me,
With every touch she would heal a scar…

As the years past,
Her love failed to last…
With every new word I’d hear,
I could feel a new scar appear…

I am not afraid of love,
Nor am I afraid of the fall.
You see, my fear is worst of all…
I fear all the reasons,
You fell in love the same…
In the end become the reasons,
You lay to blame…
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
I want to love you fearlessly
I imagine it’s like… skydiving
I want to love you like the wind,
Gentle, yet strong… unyielding
I want to jump, without a parachute
Because I’ll float on the wings of the butterflies,
You give me every time you look my way
I want to love you like a sunset...
Slowly, peacefully… with nothing else on my mind
But, to be in this moment with you
You see, I want to jump without parachute
Because I am not afraid to fall for you
I am afraid of how the ground will feel
When I land… Should those butterflies,
No longer be for me
That’s why I sometimes hold on a little too long,
And there’s no such thing as just one more kiss…
I don’t want to lose this moment...
Because, I’m afraid of how you feel… Tomorrow
I’m afraid tomorrow,
You don’t blush at the thought of my touch
I’m afraid the pen you use to draw our future,
In my skin... Runs out of ink
I’m afraid I won’t find the pieces,
When my heart breaks the fall
Saving the body,
But not sparing the soul
I want to love you fearlessly,
Because it’s the only way I can
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
Real men... Do not buy flowers to apologize.
I... Did not buy these flowers to apologize.
I didn't buy these flowers because it's your birthday,
I didn't buy these flowers because it's our anniversary,
or because the man on the television said I needed to for Valentine's Day.
I bought these flowers because,
While I was out... In the world...
A billion moments happening around me,
And it occurred to me...
The most important moment,
Was the moment I met you...
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
This is a letter,
From a Father to his Daughter.
There are few things in this world,
I can neither prepare or protect you from…
But allow me this chance,
To guide your growing soul.

This letter is one of love and loss…
Not the love we share,
But the love of another kind…
My sweet girl please beware,
For this is the love that can leave you blind…

It will shoot you into the sky,
Leaving all you thought real behind.
Yet, In that same breath you’ll fall victim to it’s scorn…
As you crash back into earth,
Feeling nothing but broken & torn…

In the end all I can say,
With absolute certainty…
Never let a chance to love slip away…
For, you’ll never truly find what makes you whole…
Until you learn to love with not just you heart,
But your entire soul...
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
I remember the first day, you came into my life…
It changed me, but at that time I didn’t know…
I remember the first day, I realized I could love you…
We strayed from that party… alone, If only for a moment…

As the years passed, you were always there and I was always here…
Until finally, the stars aligned…
The moon whispered into my heart,
It is time!
Through nervous exchanges, I carved time into my life for you…
I needed you to know just what you were to me…

I remember our first fight…
I told you I loved you, to which you’d reply
“You can’t possibly know that yet… I need to go, bye.”
I remember my first loss of words…
I struggled to explain how this simply wasn’t too soon…
You see, I had searched for you for a thousand, thousand years…
It took the stars to align to bring us together, and I refuse to not give in…

As we grew closer with every kiss, every touch, every breath…
I gave to you a piece of my heart, sliver by sliver until in your hand…
Every part…
I knew this was were I was meant to be…
Sadly this is where the story takes a dark turn…
Within you a darkness, slowly grew…
I did my best to keep the monsters away…
But as the darkness grew, you lost track of my light…
You told me us, simply didn’t feel right…

I remember the first time I lost you…
And as you left,
I remembered that slivered heart in your hand…
As you tell me, “I want you to move on…”
“I want you to be happy…”
I struggle to explain, I simply can’t…
You see, to be happy you need your heart.
But, I gave it to you...
Every fiber of my being cries,

Give it back!

Give it back!

… please.

The problem is…
I don’t know how to get it back,
And you don’t know how to give it back…

The problem is…
I don’t know if I want it back…
In your hand I crafted it whole…
How could it ever be returned that way?
NewFoundPoet Jul 2018
The biggest lie I told myself as a child…
My life is going to be like the movies!
Everyday would be an adventure,
I knew love would hit me like a meteorite…
Burning, intense, and instant…
It would turn my world upside down overt night!
Instead, I was more like a frog… in slowly boiling water.
As the heat rose I found myself unable to escape.
I found I didn't want to escape,
Content with what fate had set aside for me.
I saw happiness as a final destination point on a map,
Where all my dreams would finally come true.
But what I found when I finally met reality…
Was instead, happiness is more like dust.
Seemingly insignificant,  unnoticeable…
Until you take a moment to look around,
It blankets everything.
You see, our whole lives we strive to reach this final point.
But, isn't that the real tragedy?
You spend forever just make it there,
Just to be told the destination was the journey and you missed it.
Happiness is not some grand destination,
But instead all the small joys you find in the nothings of life.
Happiness is not that point on the map…
No, instead happiness is…
Dust…
NewFoundPoet Jul 2019
You make me homesick,
For a place I've never been
I feel welcome,
In the sound of your voice
I swallow a thousand butterflies,
At the very thought of you
I want to wander,
Lost in your gaze
Take my hand,
Lead me to a place I never want to return from...
Take my hand,
And just don't let go…
I linger on the very thought of you coming back
Because you make me homesick,
For a place I've never been...
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
I am the moon…
I was your moon…
My love flowing free, like the raging tide…
My glow for you, the darkest clouds couldn’t hide…

I am the sun…
I was your sun…
My heart burning with a bright fierce flame…
In the end to burn out, with nothing but shame…

I am the ocean…
I was your ocean…
My compassion deep and vast…
With a glistening sparkle I thought would forever last…

I am the mountain…
I was your mountain…
Your solid rock, in the darkest of blues…
An unyielding love, when you simply didn’t know what else to do…

I am the moon…
I was your moon…
But that glow has gone awry…
Left in the dark, as you count the stars in the sky…
NewFoundPoet May 2018
Into the woods we ran.
Our bodies and souls entwined,
A ravenous ivy…
Consuming everything we could see,
Claiming it our own.

Until we stumbled upon a large oak tree,
In the middle of the wood.
There I stopped,
Pulling you closer…
I showed you every cut, every cracked branch, every hole…
You held my hand close to your chest,
As we covered every blemish…

From then on every moment,
Bursting with life.
The sun rose a heat,
Dwarfed only by my passion for you.
The breeze blew,
A caress, familiar… comforting…
An exhale, a thousand butterflies…
The same butterflies you breathed into me,
Our first kiss.

But, our forest fell under fire…
The spark from a new smile…
As the wood set a blaze,
Our ivy fade to ash.
The butterflies left to chase a new desire.

There sits that lone oak tree
Cuts, cracks, holes…
But this time, it’s burning to it’s very last fiber.
Now tell me, when a heart falls…
And not a soul is around,
Does it make a sound when it breaks?
This poem has a bit of symbolism within it that isn't very clear until the final lines... I hope you enjoy!
NewFoundPoet Nov 2020
Step inside from the storm,
You are safe here.
Please mind the fixtures.
I am told they are unique,
I am told they do not make them like me anymore…
Through these halls you’ll find so many pictures…
Oddly enough I stare for hours,
And I can’t find their smiles
Down those stairs is the basement,
I’ve packed up memories too hard to revisit.
We don’t go down there anymore.
Come sit and talk a while,
I’d light the fire but the flame went out years ago…
I can’t seem to find a spark.
There is a quiet I’ve found peace in,
These walls used to be filled with joy…
But, that laughter doesn’t live here anymore.
If you’d like you can stay,
it’s getting dark soon.
Sadly the only light that stays on,
Is the porch light.
It’s stayed on for years,
In hopes that wandering through the dark,
Laughter finds its way to my front door…
And this time…
Chooses to stay.
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
I wonder if the sun gets the same butterflies I do,
When it gets the chance to see you smile?

I bet the wind blows the moment you walk out the door,
Just so it can caress the curves of your face.

I imagine the rivers gently flow,
To the beat of your steady heart.

The moon rises to lift the oceans,
To make sure it never lets you down again.

And I know these hands have stopped shaking,
So your heart will never feel the pain of being dropped.
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
As we lay there,
Our souls… Suspended in space in time
Our bodies collide,
Two ships… Discovering new shores
And you trace,
In my skin… The picture of our future
Our lips lock,
And into me… Life, you breathe

Now...  I’ve never truly felt like I was home.
But, when I close my eyes…
And, I imagine what it must feel like to come home
The only thing I can picture is you
A warm embrace
A familiar truth
And, I know… It is safe
You and I can just… be…
NewFoundPoet Jan 2021
Breathe deep, Little Embersoul…
Your passion has set my world ablaze,
And from its ashes…
Created a world where I can feel,
Without instruction.

Rest here, Little Embersoul…
These hands hold steady,
And will not let you fall.
No matter the paths we find ahead of us.

Believe, Little Embersoul…
For even on your darkest days, you are a light bulb.
A fresh blossom, beckoning a new spring to a world
That’s only ever seen, winter…

Be loved, Little Embersoul…
For everything you are and everything you are not...
Know that you will always be enough for me.
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
You always said, “I don’t know what you see in me.”
Allow your soul to be a canvas,
As I paint you with these words.
Never lose them…

Lover
I see the sunlight in your skin.
That’s why I kissed every freckle and then one more,
So you’d know not even the sun…
Could love you as deep as I can.

Lover
Your hair,
Smells like every rose I’ve ever encountered.
That’s why when you’d leave,
I’d steal your pillow…

Lover
Your lips,
Are made of the softest velvet.
I’d touch your face when you’d kiss me,
Just to make sure they were really there.

Lover
Your eyes whispered,
“Baby… I could ruin your life.”
To which I replay,
“Sweetie… I want you here, to ruin the rest of my life.”

Lover
Your heart… Though tattered and imperfect.
I reached out with trembling hands,
Rest your weary heart here…
For I will never let it fall to the ground.

Lover
The night you said with tears in your eyes,
“Don’t let me mess this up.”
And I promised,
“Just don’t go…”

Lover
The night old love reached out,
I need you…
Yet, You returned to me,
What we had just too good to lose…

Lover
From that moment, the sun rose for me…
Until love left…
Not in a burn out, more how the moon delivers the night…
Heavy and silent…

Lover
New beds, galaxies away…
My love left…
On the tops of mountains,
The bottom of the ocean,
In the middle of the forest…

Lover
Every morning I hear that door close,
I walk to the edge of the highest cliff…

Lover
I am still longing for you…
Are you searching for me?
Because, I am still right here…

Lover…

Lover…
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
When searching for what it all meant, often it feels as though meaning may have escaped you...

In the end you wonder what or if it meant anything to them, as you leave pieces of you behind...

The last resounding echo in your mind is what it all meant to you, never lose that...

For it's better to count the ways they made you whole, then to wallow in the pits they left behind...
NewFoundPoet Jul 2018
We are all lost,
We simply need that one we were meant to wander with…
Sometimes we're all a little broken,
But let me mend you.
No…
I can't fix everything that's wrong
No…
I don't have some magical wand to make the pain go away.
But, let me mend you.
Let me believe in you,
When you can't believe in anything.
Let me hold you up,
When your whole world is falling apart.
Let me find your beauty,
Inside and out when sometimes everything seems gray.
Let me show you that you belong,
Because I promise… There are days when I need you.
Let me love you,
Even when you can't find love for yourself
Let me mend you,
Because sometimes…
We find that one we were meant to wander with.
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
At the drop of a hat, from sunny to grey
You’re rendered speechless, not a word to say
You hear in the distance of this haze,
“Are you okay?”
To which you mutter a reply
“Yeah… I’m fine.”
But, you know you’re not fine…
Yet, this isn’t the time…
To open up like a book, let them see inside.
So you bite your tongue, you try to hide.
For when they find you… They always find you…
It takes all you have, just to put up a fight.
You see…
I care not for the monsters that lurk in the night…
No… My fear is of a different kind…
I’ve found there is no escape,
From the monsters that lurk in my mind…
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
Look in the mirror and tell me,
Who you are…
Do you see yourself,
Or simply a scar?

What once was full,
Can quickly become hollow…
To know you’re not enough,
Is indeed a hard pill to swallow.

Look in the mirror and tell me,
What do you see…
If I’m not enough for you,
How can I be enough for me?

As I stare blankly at this reflection,
I vaguely feel as if this is someone I should know…
I gaze into my eyes and wonder,
From here where do we go?
NewFoundPoet Apr 2018
I was once asked, “What is a poem?”
After much thought,
A poem is just a thing…
A collection of words,
Meant to make one feel… or not.
But as I thought,
A deeper question came to mind.
“What is poetry?”
The answer becomes much more complex.
Poetry is the art of,
Putting words into motion.
It’s the art of,
Everything and Nothing.
Light and Dark.
Love and Hate.
Passion and Apathy.
Joy and Melancholy.
When asked, “What is poetry?”
To put it simply,
The answer is…
Me…
This was sparked by a prompt I heard, during my first open mic poetry reading. I hope you enjoy!
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
Should I sit here, and count all the reasons she makes me feel alive...

I suppose, I shall never again move from this spot...
NewFoundPoet Jan 2021
You speak to my heart,
In languages I never knew
Fingertips like velvet,
Tracing worlds into my skin
One touch set ablaze,
My weary soul
Oh what a solace,
To spend a lifetime searching for freedom
To find that freedom exists,
Within the confines of the smallest hands
And you… The unsayer of gray
You, speaker of colors and magic
The calm after the storm,
Promising the breath of a new morning
Safety found in a quiet smile,
A gentle squeeze
Eloquently you conduct harmonies,
Across my body
Plucking my every heart string,
A resonance warm and welcome
You speak to my heart,
In languages I never knew
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which information meant to stimulate one of your senses stimulates several of your senses.

It was a normal Sunday
A normal dinner with a friend
We had come to know one another
Over the course of a couple years
Through often fractured conversation
When I arrived she sat at a table just inside the front door
Flowing curly locks a fire red,
Eyes that made the sky look dull.
Immediately, my mind began to race…
What if she’s not who I think I know,
What if I’m not who she believes she knows?
What if we don’t connect the way I had come to expect?
I take my seat, we order a drink
Without hesitation I fill our table with my noise...
Speaking, Explaining, Asking…
Hoping, I can drown out the noise in my mind
In the midst of what I can only explain as babble
She looked up, she smiled, she spoke…
At this moment, time slowed…
As she opened her mouth words didn’t simply come out
They flowed like a gentle river,
Caressing every surface in blues, purples, pinks.
An overwhelming calm,
As the world came alive bursting in color
In that moment I knew I needed to know every part of her
In that moment this had become more,
Than a normal dinner with a friend
This would never again be a normal Sunday
NewFoundPoet Jun 2018
Today was a bad day
With one conversation, everything I am shattered
Today is a bad day
I can't even pull myself out of bed
Today is a bad day
I'm drowning and I can't get out of my head
Today is a bad day
Happiness eludes me at every turn
Today is a bad day
I painted a picture of my future… and it was nothing but black
Today is a day
For the first time I don't feel quite so gray
Today is a day
I felt warmth in the smile of a friend
Today is a day
I walked out into the world, and I noticed color
Today is a good day
I leapt out of bed
Today is a good day
For once, I didn't want out of my head
Today is a good day
I asked myself for love… And I loved back.
Today is a good day
I found the peace in forgiveness
Today is a good day
I learned happiness is like dust
Today was the best day
You see, I painted a picture of my future… But this time, I was smiling.
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
There are not so many transitions in life as peculiar as love.

the stages from

"I think, I could love you."

to

"I want, to love you."

to

"I know, I love you."
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
You have this way of catching me,
Every time I get lost in the wake of your existence

I play this scene over and over in my head,
Like a movie that just never gets old

I slip into a daydream,
Your eyes the sunny day just outside my window

A joyful yet curious “What?”,
Greets me from the otherside

And I reply the same way each time,
“Just you…” as easy and slow as the sun sets

A playful snap back,
“That’s not a real answer!”

While I argue to an endless extent,
It is obvious... you are right

Though my words say,
“Just You…”

The strings of my heart begin a symphony of sound,
And my soul sings a melody off key... but, it fits just right

What my eyes want to tell you is,
“I am... in love with you.”
NewFoundPoet Dec 2020
And when you said,
To have words flowing again was the best thing to happen this year
I pictured your pen,
Writing me into existence.
So we could share this moment…
For an eternity.
NewFoundPoet Oct 2020
You don’t see me.
I mean…
You do… see me.
You see, a warm smile.
You see, direct eye contact,
You see, a quick joke.
You see, a random fact.
You see, us laughing.
You see, “Why do you even remember that?”
You see, confidence.
You see, certainty.
You see, a shoulder to lean on.
You see, an ear to listen.
You don’t see, drowning.
You don’t see, shrinking as you walk away.
You don’t see, a mountain’s climb to simply get out of bed.
You don’t see, doubt.
You don’t see, fear.
You don’t see, being alone in a crowd.
You don’t see, lingering on every word.
You don’t see, “What did they really mean by that?”
You don’t see, a plea for help.
You don’t see, no self-worth.
You don’t see, gray days.
You don’t see, lost.
You don’t see… me.

— The End —