by 7 members and 14 followers Have you ever felt as though someone loved you only for the ideas they had about you? Has anyone ever expected you to save them? Here's your chance to let your feelings on the situation out. Don't be afraid to add poems about unconventional expressions of love, intimacy, or relationships. Poems about being used or being frustrated by a lover are also more than welcome.
Other women Have never posed a threat to me. Maybe it's the spring in my step Or the way I wear my hair, But men can never get enough of me. The way I walk Has never been graceful But I have always tread on hearts With love at first And destruction second. Yes, it's true, Men can never get enough of me. The switch of a film reel, The spring in my step, I've never had trouble Finding a person Who lusts for me. With the wiseness of an elder And the recklessness of a droog, Men can never find their fill.
I couldn't trick myself into loving you, Just as I couldn't bear To bring rhyme or reason to my writings. Trochees and caresses Are for ******* Who don't know how to deal With chaos and rejection.
I broke, I need to stop, I need to be okay, I need to just stop, But what can I say, Other than, I broke, And I am now zero days, Cleann The sliver beast was my friend again, What can I say?
He had told me that my smile Was warm enough To melt the ice caps of Antarctica. And so when he left me, I bought a plane ticket And as I stood before that colossal giant Of an ice cube, I smiled.
We crashed into this world Punching and Kicking, A promise and a fortune clenched hard Between our teeth. I've been a sinner and a beast before, A lost meaning in a world full of lies And policy haters, A ****** for experience With a blood lust for love and life. I've never been one To try new things But I've found comfort in those You've brought to me. Within all the lies and misfortune, The world seems brighter through your eyes And I thank god every day I awaken That there are people like you alive.
I've wanted to read a happy book For quite some time now But every time I crack the spine Of a book with a grin escalating steadily, I find that the stories that make me happy Are the same ones that destroy my friends.
And I've wanted to write a happy poem For just as long But my hand always stalls. No one wants to read about love and tenderness When they're suffocating in their own right.
As I lie on pastures Along the grimes of these woods Breathing in the morning dew I feel awakened and anew Past sins washed away like the streaming river Wondering if I've live till forever.
But then I look up to you. Your face looks shiny and new. The angels are gathered around you with their harps and violins. Singing that I’m free of my past sins. I think this is the beginning of something beautiful and not the end. Hand me my pallet and set the canvas up for I will paint a portrait of us. While the winds ruffle through the curls of your hair and the leaves of the big old oak tree. I try to speak up words of love but it almost seems that the morning dew has set a flood from within. Come over dear and rest your bones with me while I draw this portrait using my blood and tears. Oh darling won’t you rest your bones over here next to me under this big old oak tree.
Your beauty akin to the moon Forever gleaming in her prowess Shadows mortify at the thought of you Your light begets hope thrusting miracles I've been praying all my life Stay with me my dear As these woods as our witnesses We vow to be forever rooted from the veins to our beating hearts. Now come closer dear and dance with the ventricles of my heart* ~
Erenn Italics Carolin Bold Our fifth collab!!! I can't expressed more how amazing carolin is. I just sync with her in poetry. Really love doing collabs with her. And I really love this piece! Do like or repost guys:) And check out her account:) http://hellopoetry.com/carolin/
And it should come as no surprise That one day you'll pick up smoking Because that fat ***** you fell for Thought you looked **** doing it.
Men will crave your lips Not for kisses but for ******* And you will have to battle them On every insistence.
You will sleep with a teddy bear, Human-sized Well into adulthood Because there will be nights That you are so disconnected from the world That you feel as though you are floating.
You will be sneered at By mental hospital nurses At the age of sixteen As you visit your boyfriend For your first date In Good Samaritan hospital. They will see your youth And rage inside. You will waste yourself. You will die and redeem Within yourself.
You will fall in love With a man much older than you And suddenly Thirty won't seem So old at all. Thirty will seem Like a world your old soul Could get lost in. And you will. And it will be wonderful.
You will become paranoid. Walking to church at midnight With the love of your life, You will constantly Be looking over your shoulder.
You will forever Be looking over your shoulder.
This will become A necessary hobby.
You will tear down your Beatles posters And replace them with Wes Anderson ones Shamelessly.
You will come to a point Where you hate yourself In a most incomprehensible way But you will write a poem And you will be paid for it And you will pay your cell phone bill with the money And you will be successful.
You will have your escape plan But you will never use it.
You will never need to. His charm and his wit And the way his eyes sparkle when he sees you Will keep you rooted Even when you are ready To book it.
You'll be subpoenaed And you will hate it And ***** over it And you will have to stand trial But life is a trial And you will win.
i was fine before you so i will survive after you, but it's just that i'm having trouble figuring out what parts of me have always existed and what parts are your creation