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 Jul 2014 Veronika
Chance
Cynical
 Jul 2014 Veronika
Chance
I'm having trouble getting out of bed lately.
It seems id rather dream because that's the only place i don't hate me.

Cynicism is my confucianism bury my coffin shallow so i can still fell the rain.

I can't stand the lack of pain.
-CRM
 Jul 2014 Veronika
Marian
I know it's belated
But I'd still just like to say
That I love you and I wish you
A Happy Mother's day
Mother's day may have already passed
Oh, how very true
But Mother's day can be everyday
Especially for a mother like you
I see how hard you have to work
I can sense your inner pain
But if you come to me I will make it better
And I will release your hurt into the rain
I will mend your broken wings
I will mend your heart with glue
So you can fly once again
And see the world anew
Weeping may endure for a time
But joy is constantly near
You just have to reach out and touch it
And you will feel happier, my dear
I can only hope my words console
The raw pain that is fresh and new
When you wake up tomorrow don't forget what I've said
And just remember that no matter what I will always love you

*~Marian~
Dedicated To My Mom, Hilda!! :) ♥
Please Enjoy This Poem!!! :) ♥♥♥♥
 May 2014 Veronika
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham





When you were Younger,
we use to run throught the graveyards , telling eachother what would we do without,
when you were Younger,
we use to talk for hours , thinking about, making you into a wife, without a single doubt,
When you were Younger,
you use to punch me on my shoulder,real hard , stoping me from looking at other girls,
when you were Younger,
i use tell you all the things , that would possibly happen , if i gave you the world,
When You Were Younger,
You use to write songs , in the note pad everyday, that i gave you for your birthday,
When you were Younger,
I remember i use to hold you , telling you was gonna be o.k , i didnt hesitate,
When You Were Younger,
When You Were Younger,
You Use To Love Me.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2013/07/when-you-were-younger.html
 May 2014 Veronika
Andrew Durst
I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
      The stillness of the air
     was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
     It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
  I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
      leaving generations behind me
      with nothing more than
                   a faint
                          sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.
 May 2014 Veronika
Meggghanq1
So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive
(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)
 May 2014 Veronika
nivek
Secret Cove
 May 2014 Veronika
nivek
I took my breath from a breeze
on its way to somewhere-
else and could taste-
where- it- been
summer over
yonder hill next the sea
a secret cove where
mermaids swim and
no one ever sees
but their perfume
forever on the breeze
 May 2014 Veronika
Marian
I Feel Like Crying
Even Though The Tears Won't Come

*~Marian~
Just Feeling Rather Sad Again!! ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This 10w Poem Anyway!!! ~~~<3
 May 2014 Veronika
Nicole
Paths
 May 2014 Veronika
Nicole
sure she's likeheaven but angels stillfall
sometimes
the risk is worth it all.
perfection or illusion
what an enticing delusion
nonetheless
the question proves a fight
do i potentially complicate her life
further
my thoughts reach oscillation
certain until uncertainty's persuasion
descends
a thought like no other
and soon follows another
quickly
they bounce through my mind
now it's even harder to find
a decision
left between cognitive dissonance
then suddenly in this instance
Nothing.
The (mostly)single word lines an go to both the preceding sentence and the following one. You could read it either way but those lines are intended to be read almost twice, in a way.
*the only reason the first line has words morphed together is because i needed the verse to stay within one line.
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