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 Oct 2018 Laura
Heather Ertelt
When will it stop?
This pain i feel deep inside me.
My one any only
Turned out nothing like it should be.

I waited for him
And i gave him my heart.
I trusted him with my innocence
And he tore me apart.

Unanswered questions
The lies I won't forget.
Should I have forgiven him?
How long will i feel regret?

How can I have faith?
Will I ever trust again?
Why do I still feel plain
And he already had another woman.

My thoughts alway about him.
Can't get her off my mind.
How could she be so cruel
When I was so kind.

I made him my whole world
And now all I feel is alone.
Have I lost my chance at love?
Has my hurt turned to stone?
 Aug 2018 Laura
Jermon
When you ask him
Whether he will love you forever
Notice
If he said
'I love you, always'
Immediately
Or after a while of thinking 

Because
A true love
Would search deep inside his soul for the truth, and say those
Lasting words

But if not
He will casually sing
Those words of emptiness
With no thought

Unless he is a man so true
He has thought of it through and through
And raked through his soul for eternity
And has already had the answer
Flaming through his heart
When you asked him.
24.08.2018
Just those occasional passing thoughts....
It's one of those poems you write yet you love it so much because it's beautiful. I'm not being conceited, just a little mesmerized and comforted by the poem. I feel like I can see the difference. And that there is a difference.
 Aug 2018 Laura
megan
moon
 Aug 2018 Laura
megan
i say goodnight to you,
amidst the dark blue,
isolated and ivory.

i wish you were concrete
you have no heartbeat
at least you cannot hurt me
 Aug 2018 Laura
Paul Hansford
By any normally accepted standard
three words are scarcely sufficient
to be considered a poem.
The Japanese, who have a gift for conciseness,
might be sympathetic.
(Haiku, after all,
    at seventeen syllables,
       are pretty compact.)
But three words! It's not so much concise as,
to put it bluntly, short.
If I say that, when I try to write a poem for you,
"I love you" is all I can think of,
that is no excuse.
And the fact that my meaning is new and unique
(for me and for you)
makes no difference either.
If only there were some way out of my difficulty.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
There, that's nine words.
Will that do?
Written in 1984 and only just re-discovered in the booklet of the competition it was written for.
 Aug 2018 Laura
Darcy Lynn
I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.
Men write ****** odes
Which is only a painful reminder
That men have no clue
How to turn women on
 Jun 2018 Laura
William Lewis
I use to dream of us
Because it was all so possible
All you had to do is notice me
Because then we would fall in love

We could have our first date
Our first kiss
I planned our wedding
Every detail
From the colour of my suit
To match your eyes
To the colour of the napkins
Light blue
Same as your eyes

I dreamt about you at the beach
Your blond hair moving with the wind
Your face as you looked out at the ocean
The face of curiosity
The way your eyes brows move closer
When you wonder
I dreamt about you at home
Laying in the couch watching TV
Your smile shining bright as you laugh
Your in your comfy clothes that only I see
I dreamt about going on date
Your eyes filled with worry
The blue like liquid topaz

Your eyes are my favourite colour
Blue
The only time I’ve ever seen anything like them
was the sky in Australia
When there were no clouds
Not one and the sun was behind me
Just blue sky for miles
the perfect blue
I laid down and stared
Wishing for things untold
Making me feel loved

If only you had noticed me
If only I have said something
Then he was gone
He didn’t even know
He left his biggest love
Dreaming of what would of been
 May 2018 Laura
LS
when i was 7 i cracked my head open with glass
and blood covered my head
i didn't go to the hospital
i didn't even tell anyone

i never saw the glass really coming
it happened in just a split second
i hardly even felt it
it stung
but i was too worried about the glass
and how i was going to clean it
before my parents came home
my mom always liked to keep her house clean
so i had to pick it up

when i was 13
my best friend had her first heartbreak
i was doing homework
because i was so behind
but she called me crying
and asked if she could come over
i held her for two hours
while she sobbed into my sweatshirt
and when she left
i didn't even get a thank you

i try so hard to make everyone feel content and happy
then sit in my room
and wonder why i'm so sad
but it's because
all i do is bleed for people
and they never even hand me a bandaid
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