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Giving up feels worse than dying.
But giving in,
Is falling, it's hurting, and crying,
at least you're trying.

Right?
At least you're trying?

Giving up feels worse than dying.
But this time,
Giving up is surviving.

Not growing, not living,
not thriving, just surviving.

Today I'm surviving.

I'm not giving in, not falling,
I'm hurting yes, and crying too.

Because today I had to give up.
Today, I gave up on you.

Giving up,
It feels like dying.

But I'll Survive.
She dances through my mind on a song,
Yet defined.
By words, to describe my love for her.

Let me strum another line,
Maybe a verse will come in time,
While she dances.

While she dances,
 and dances, 
to my wordless melody.

Her beauty it taunts me,
 and her smile it haunts me.

For my words could never flow,
as easily as she-
While she dances.

While she dances just for me,
it now becomes so clear to see.

I need no words, for she-
She,

Is the living lyric in this,
Lovers melody.
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My darling Jenny
this poem's for you,
A birthday promise, you can hold me to.

No amount of years will change
my love for you.

I miss your smile,
when you're not near,
and your voice is the one I always long
to hear.

I see your blue eyes
every night in my mind,
I feel your kiss, and I hear your sighs.

I long for you each and every day.

And when you are in my arms,
I always want you to stay.

So don't dread getting older,
or fret grey hairs and lines.

You'll remain young forever,
here in my mind.

Happy Birthday Baby!

I'll always Love You!
So me and my girl are in a long distance relationship
it's not as bad as it sounds she's only 200 miles away.  And I visit her often.

We've been together for 8 years now
But we've know each other since we were 17.
Anyway I tried to order flowers for her birthday
and they didn't arrive as planned.
She said just write me a poem Babe.
To which I replied that's so easy Honey,
every love poem I write is for you.
So this is the end result. I made a video too
but that's something I can only share with her.
Dragged up from these depths,
Lost in forgotten days,
Nostalgic reminiscing,
Flitting between mirages of past,
Those ancient times,
Which are set in stone,
To the
Misery-filled,
Regrettable,
Present.
if this is goodbye,
cut me off, leave me alone,
I'd rather be left with a clean break,
than jagged edges and shredded skin.
if they don't respect you, don't look back.
i feared the monsters under the bed,
i feared the monsters that wept for me and said,
'the real monster is the one you've wed.'
//disclaimer: I AM NOT MARRIED
this was just a thought i had one day
please - just let it be over,
so we can finally rebuild,
end this needless bloodshed,
and all be safe again.
universal truths must be acknowledged:
- civilians should never be targeted in war: targeting or use of civilians is abhorrent
- each side has their own VALID point of view
- war crimes have been committed on both sides: neither has justification
- people right now are acting out on their emotions - they cannot be rational when family, friends, acquaintances are at stake
- terrorist groups represent a minority population and oftentimes are reflective of outside powers imposition on a group
- you are allowed to be angry, mad, sad or disagree with other people's opinions - as long as these opinions do not condemn an entire community: remember individuals can have differing thoughts than the majority
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this is more political than I usually would like but this is something I feel needs to be said.
A cat sat on the mat
With its raven fur swirling into darkness
Like a cloud wandering into night
The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night
Snow falls softly,
as I stare out the window
into the silver moonlit night and think of you.

Ghosts of Christmas past haunt my memories.

Alone on Christmas Eve, are you?

My heart lies in sympathy,
but my mind knows the truth.

Tomorrow will be my last Christmas.

No presents, no carols, no feast.
Just one last day alone before I find release.

Merry Christmas I do wish you well.
Happy New Year too.

As for me.

Tonight I'll sleep forever,
it's over, It's done, I'm through.
I wrote this poem after reading an article about
depression and the holidays.
And how the suicide rate goes up every year during this time.
So if you know someone who's alone for the holidays or suffers from depression pay them a visit or a call it could make a bigger difference than you could possibly imagine.
And if your alone or depressed, don't be afraid to reach out for help.
call a friend or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline
(988) or 1-800-273-8255

So JAMESB left info in the comments for anyone in the UK in need of help.

If anybody else wants to add this type of info from their home country please feel free to do so in the comments.  Or message me directly and I'll add it here.
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