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She was kind of like starlight.
Glistening, quiet beauty.
Delicate, fragile, but powerful.
Nothing could dim her shining light, nothing could conceal her glimmering perfection, and she was herself to the end
...even when she was alone.

This is a free verse poem from one of my stories I'm writing describing one of my favorite characters I've created from her admirer's point of view.

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This is a free verse poem from one of my stories I'm writing describing one of my favorite characters I've created from her admirer's point of view.

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Please comment, I LOVE to hear thoughts on my work.
I make a point of wearing silver instead of gold when I can
Because gold is first place
Everyone wants to be golden
So many poets agree sunset and dawn
Are the most beautiful times of day
Both of which are golden
But I disagree
Nighttime has its own peculiar but enchanting charm
With its crowning jewel, the silver moon.
To me, it is agony like no other that surpasses not placing at all
To be placed second
To have come so close
Yet fall just one place short
And watch as the Golden one
Outshines you, the Silver.
As a tribute to the unspoken grievers
The Silvers with their quiet beauty like the darkness
Just before dawn, yet unloved for they fell short
I wear silver.
For the Silver Seconds.

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There are some people
Who you can't imagine
Ever having a future with
But then there are some
You can see
So clearly
You can imagine them at the top of an aisle
You can imagine them cooking in the kitchen
You can imagine them playing with your children
You can imagine what it would feel like to come home to them
But you never tell them
Because, let's face it
You'd be scared if someone said that to you
My dear we have a week apart
An entire week of not seeing you
You'll be so far away from me
What am I supposed to do?

Perhaps we could do video chat
But then, that would be awkward, knowing us
I worry that we'll grow apart
Despite our growing online buzz

It's not like we don't talk anyway
Through Facebook and our various writing sites
But I love being around you in person
You send my heart rate to dizzying heights

Oh, I'm going to miss you so much
Miss your hugs and awkward looks
Your smiles and your hand in mine
The times we have to pretend we're reading books

I love you, you know this
But I'll say it, even so
And I know you have to do it
But I don't want you to go
Happiness
A word I'd forgotten
Love
A word I'd never known
Laughter
A word I couldn't let out
Until that day.

No one is perfect,
Of that there's no doubt,
But all your imperfections,
Seem to cancel out.
No one will harm you,
That's my promise today,
If you need me, anytime, anywhere,
Don't hesitate, just say.
No one is like you,
You're one of a kind,
And I know it sounds clichéd,
But you're always on my mind.
No one could reach me,
I was trapped in my own head,
Until one day this summer,
You threw my sorrow down dead.

No matter what happens, I'll love you for all of time
Because words I'd forgotten, are now forever mine.
If I had one wish
Anything at all
It would be to have the ability
To tell you how I feel
Your words are sweet and gentle
But I can't return them in that way
I'm no good at explaining my emotions
But I can try

You make me so happy
Just seeing your face, your name
You set my heart pounding
When you give me that look, that gaze
Your smile sends shivers down my spine
Your fingers as they dance across a piano
Entrance me to no end
Your face occupies most of my mind
But it's your words I fell in love with
Awkward at first, uncertain, unsteady
Then confident, bold, once you knew where we stood
Then frightened, saddened, as we became unstable
Then sorrowful, astonished, then loving and kind
It's your words I love the most about you
I don't want to go,
I can't,
I messed everything up,
Let me stay home.
My head hurts,
I've had a cold,
I don't think I can get up,
Please, let me stay home.
I'm telling you,
I can't focus,
I won't be forced t-
Wait, was that my phone?

I heard its buzz,
Beside my head,
Who was it?
What have they said?
It's her, Oh God!
Don't let her hate me,
I made a mistake yes,
But still be my friend, please.
"Meet me in the library,
At the start of lunch",
She doesn't sound mad,
Or is that just a hunch?
The decision's made for me,
I'll happily go!
If not anything else,
I just need to know.
If she hates me that's fine,
I understand,
If not, then great!
That's better than planned.
The morning went so slowly,
Each second an age,
Waiting to find out how much,
I'll have to deal with your rage.

Then lunch came,
I was waiting again,
To see your anger break through.

But when you arrived,
You came with a smile,
And just wanted to tell me the truth.

After a few words,
I couldn't believe what I heard,
That you could keep cheerful and happy still.

And I felt compelled,
To begin to tell,
Secrets that made my heart chill.

Then suddenly, I felt your fingers,
Intertwined with mine,
And I realised something, which always lingers,
And will do for all of time.

I was so close to not going to school that day,
And I don't really want to imagine,
What would've happened if I hadn't heard that phone,
And I'd just turned over and let my heart sadden.
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