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 Aug 2018 梅香
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
 Aug 2018 梅香
rained-on parade
There's really something in the way
you breaking my heart ends up
sounding like a love song.
But I haven't stopped loving you once.
 Aug 2018 梅香
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Aug 2018 梅香
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
 Aug 2018 梅香
Dani Just Dani
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 Jul 2018 梅香
She Writes
There is too much regret
In unspoken words
The quiet thoughts
Whispered only to the moon

There is too much longing
In wishful thinking
Daydreams
Can quickly become a nightmare

There are too many tears
Spilled onto pillows
Over suffering and longing
From words unsaid
 Jul 2018 梅香
jia
Snared
 Jul 2018 梅香
jia
I liked every street lights in your place,
the endless paradise you made me see,
every warmth of your embrace.
This locked heart of mine, you are the only key.

Girls were head over heels,
it was a long line.
Your stares give unfamiliar chills,
but why does it make me feel fine?

You see, I don't know you at all,
and I won't even bother to.
But then, your eyes are a symbol of call,
that makes me wanna question something about you.

The feeling was never different,
actually, it was the same.
But there's this electric current
whenever I hear your name.

So bear with me and my questions,
please answer them very clearly.
I need no hesitations
so please don't be wary.

Time passed and I felt longing.
How I miss that unfamiliar stare.
There, I realized everything,
what I have been feeling, what I have seen, was all a snare.

I have now learned,
that it was all entrapment.
I was snared,
by my own fulfilment.
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