Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Aug 2014 Neha D
brokenperfection
you bloodied me with your lack of concern

you pushed me with your false realities

you wounded me with your cynicism and judgment

you destroyed me with your selfishness

you embarrassed me with your entitlement

you offended me with your blatant lies

you chained me by making me your slave

you chased me when I finally tried to leave

you terrified me when I thought I was being followed

you cut me when you dismissed my hurt

you assaulted me with anger and violence

you weeped at me to come home

you obliterated me with your being

you slaughtered me because I still love you

you were supposed to be my mother
daughter of a narcissistic mother
 Aug 2014 Neha D
Stephen E Yocum
My many chores in summer's heat,
By this noon all complete.
Sitting neath my shaded porch,
A cooling, gentle breeze
Whispers and envelops me.
A welcome sensation,
Reminiscent of your
Loving hands,
Sensually touching,
And embracing me.
Wonderful how a reminiscent scent,
a bit of music or even merely the feel
of a cooling breeze upon work sweat
skin can conjure a sweet moment of
recall and emotional contentment.
This is one of those occasions just
now felt and said.
the young lad from Oz
and the old pro from Spain
shall do battle on
the center court's domain

us Australians hope
that Nick can knock Nadal over
what a triumph
that will be on British clover

the pundits say the lad
has enough fire power
to wear the pro down
and make him cower

serving shall be the key
to the outcome of the match
everyone knows
that it must be up to scratch

Nadal shall have to use
every bit of his armory
to keep the lad
from claiming a great victory

the duel between
the two men shall be riveting
so I'll get seated in front of the telly
to start watching
 Aug 2014 Neha D
Jamie
At times you seem perfect
But when you don't reply
I die inside

All I think when I see you
Is how you looked
The day I woke you up

The look of..
Let me sleep..
But its nice being with you

Where, for a second
I felt you wanted me.
Why can't that be everytime?
Think it's finally time to give up
 Aug 2014 Neha D
Dana Taylor
You take me by the hand
and lead me to the
edge of ecstasy.
But you don't just push me over.
That would be too easy.
You convince me to j
                                      u
                       ­                  m
                                              p
with the promise that you'll be
there to catch me.
By the time I crash to the ground
you're  l     o     n     g   gone.
Dear Hello Poetry Poet,

Hypocrisy
Is what you say
It's what you do
Everything I hear
In every "I. Love. You."

❤❤❤

You want her, You love her.
I want you, I love you.
You don't want me, You don't love me.
She only needs you, She doesn't love you.

You feel about her, The way I feel about you.
I feel your pain, I feel what you do.

The point of all this?
���

I show you sympathy and mercy.
Unlike you do for me.

So much hypocrisy
But it doesn't matter to me.

Cause as much as you say you love her, I love you that much more.
And as much as you say you'd do for her,  I'd do for you that much more.
❤❤❤

Now...
Tonight as you lay by my side, thinking about her while you're holding me tight and you find this letter here on Hello Poetry, I hope this may help you to understand,  that although I think you're an amazing man, you're hurting me like she's hurting you.

There's nothing left to say or do...
This hypocrisy is killing me and it's certainly not helping you...  

Just never forget about The Girl Who Loved You. ❤
The man I love is a poet on here,  his identity I shall keep hidden.  
Please don't hate him for what he's doing to me,  for just like you and me, he can't help who he loves.
You see...  
This is a big world and I'd like to say that I've found my "ONE"
But there's too many others out there to say that my search is done.
So for this "ONE", eventually and soon I'll have to give up the dream.
As to what else is out there? That remains to be seen...
Do I see flicker of a shine
being left without a choice
when I sing to her the first line
and she has to lend her voice.

Girl I needed to see your face
but you hid it for too long
denied me that one happiness
till I broke into a song.

From you I needed just one line
see once your parted lip
to make you girl all of mine
sink into your eyes deep.

Sing a line girl sing me one
promise I wouldn’t ask more
I would treasure it when you’re gone
hold one line in heart’s core.
 Aug 2014 Neha D
CD
drop
 Aug 2014 Neha D
CD
dripping eyes

tearing skin

trying hard

to hurt within

because sometimes pain

is the last thing

we feel

and sometimes it is

better to feel pain

than to feel nothing

*at all
Another written under 30 seconds.
Next page