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 Jul 2018 Rimea
Eleanor Sinclair
No matter how many words I write
I can’t get you out of my head tonight
Or out of my dreams in my bed, alright?
I try to write you away
Yet you stay

You make the sun slowly rise
I see my world in your eyes
 Jul 2018 Rimea
devante moore
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Cass Indigo
A secret smile
A shared glance
Or eye contact that lasted a second too long
You yearn to reach out
Say something
Anything
Then it’s over
                        They’re gone

This happens everytime
Everytime,
Those perfect strangers who catch your eye
Who make you long to know more
But it always ends the same
Those perfect strangers
Who had so much potential
But nothing happened
I basically just saw a cute girl in Target today... not a very interesting story I know ;)
Anyways here is another trash poem I wrote at 11:30 pm.. enjoy I guess
-C.I.
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Triste
Moment
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Triste
Hands clasped so tight
In a dream cradled by time
A canopy of moonlit sky
A poetry and a rhyme
Laughter and empty streets
Our heartbeats and dancing feet
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Amanda Kay Burke
I am in love with your caring embrace
Complex mind and gorgeous face
Around you, my heart starts to race
Feelings for you could never be erased.
I love you and then i hate you. Its like i wanr to throw you off a building then rush to the bottom to catch you.
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Edmund black
The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
I’m not claiming this kind of life is for everyone, but it never hurt to try ... nor do you need to be a millionaire to give a helping hand to your fellow brothers and sisters!
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Amanda Kay Burke
At times I feel invisible
Everyone is walking by
They can see me standing there
But not the tears I cry

I can't make them understand
The wicked thoughts inside my mind
So instead of trying
Keep them within my skull confined

Many broken things inside
Behind the weak smile I share
Thousands of people look at it
Yet remain fully unaware

I must be invisible
This world not of my own
I hate how I live each day
Surrounded but still all alone
Written 9-30-14

I wrote this long ago but reading it today still makes me feel the same way. Some things dont change i guess.
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Rahul Luthra
A piece of glass in between a frame,
Whatever is put in front, it will reflect the same;
The only object that tells no lies,
Can be of any length, shape, or size;
People spend hours in front of it, expecting a tale,
Some even expect it to shower compliments, but to no avail;
It is an everyday object that is not thought about twice,
Used mainly to check the curvature of one’s belly after consuming too much rice;
Also, a handy object to re check your blush,
So that you know it looks perfect while you walk past your crush;
Some people stare at themselves all day long,
Sometimes creating their own problems despite nothing being wrong;
Fear the mirror, because it contains a certain lust,
For it will keep you standing there till you’re covered in dust;
Use it as a simple tool to appreciate what is real,
Refrain from only looking at it to admire your physical appeal;
For if you use it as the Evil Queen’s ‘Magic Mirror on the Wall’,
You will definitely be engulfed by jealousy’s call…
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Tøast
High
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Tøast
My life is an animation.
Just a cartoonists drawing as I drip and slide with the cosmic flow.
Bouncing off objects and seeping through the floor, deeper and deeper as I lose myself once again.
Neither existing or otherwise, just flowing and leaving it behind. Scene to scene, nothing more than a prescribed drop of emotions.
A slowmotion adventure as I explore possibilities.
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