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The piano played a beautiful tune for her,
But she couldn't hear it.

The brushes coloured an empty canvas for her,
But she couldn't see it.

The bees made delicious honey for her,
But she couldn't taste it.

The flowers scented heavenly for her,
But she couldn't smell it.

The birds made a soft dress with their feathers for her,
But she couldn't feel it.

How could she?
When the world tortured her,
Till she was dead inside.
Floating in the sea,
Drifting through the wind,
Without a destination.

Some may think it's sad,
But I believe it's freedom.
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
 May 2018 NourCreationz
Mister J
It took me just one moment
One exposure of vulnerability
To make me realize that all this time
All these years and months
These days and hours
These minutes and seconds
Of being by your side
Will lead my life to
Falling in love with you

I may have felt it before
Wondering your taste
Your thoughts
And how well they synchronized
With my own tastes
That would've been so perfect
I may have been madly in love
With you from the start
I just didn't know what to call it

You've been with me all this time
But your heart, it still eludes me
How could you be so distant
Being inches apart from me?
Who is he that makes you cry?
Who visits your nightmares every night?
Whose name clings to your very lips?
Who sets aside what I've been yearning for?
Who is he? Who blinds you from seeing me?

Why him? Who toys with your emotions?
When it can be me, who truly understands you?
Why him? When he doesn't give a **** about you?
Whereas my world revolves around you?
Why can't he see what he's wasting?
While here I am waste my time praying?
Praying to be yours no matter what it takes
Even if when you're with him every inch of me aches
Is someone even listening to my every plea?

I have watched you all of my life
I've watched you grow gracefully in spring
Growing stronger and fiercer
I've endured your ferocious glow in the summer
And when reason hits you hard
I've seen you wane sheepishly in the fall
And when you broke your fragile heart
I've seen you wither helplessly in the winter

But even so, I secretly desired your crying heart
No matter how broken and scattered it became
All I want for you is a slice of true happiness
All I want is for you to wear an endless smile
Feeling joy in your beautifully-crafted life
Even if not in the comfort of my wanting arms
Even if your gaze fixes on another man
And I could only remain as a trusted friend

So please, dear Lord, if not for my wretched self
Please protect her loving smile and pure heart
That she may find the happiness that she deserves
In exchange for the happiness she shared to the undeserving me

If only she could turn to me..
Okay. I am seriously done with the love poems for a while.
Is this the effect of staying single for a long time?
I may be feeling frustrated lately.
I hope that's not the case.

Signing-off from love poems for a while. ;)
Thanks for reading. :)
-J
I found a pearl in the
ocean, where I drown
my sorrows, it reminded
me of us.

You-
white lace and pearls
draped your wedding
gown and a scarlet
veil covered your face,

Me-
a shiny suit
of armor tarnished
with kinks of flesh.

We-
cut ourselves
with our emotional
knives,

the love burned hot-
so hot, it burned
down our lives.

I threw the pearl
back.
I remember the day like it was yesterday;
the temperature was 7 below zero by 7 A.M.
Then it was 13 below, and at 7:25 A.M.
on Friday, Feb. 9, 1934, the coldest temperature-
ever for New York City was recorded.

Believe it or not that is not the reason
I remember that day;
it was the day she walked in my office.

She had the kind of look that made a man's-
and a few women's mouths drop open.

Like I said a real looker,
5' 8' endowed with more curves and-
hair pin turns then the Pacific Coast Highway.
Eyes crystal blue, hair platinum blonde
(without the bottle)
she was well put together for sure.

When she spoke;
the words that came out-
of her ruby red lips
made you want to slap her
and kiss her all at the same time.
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