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RT Naintial Sep 17
My beauty was appreciated frequently just how rose got admired,
adorded from afar.
Brilliant,
dazzling,
out of the world.
These words weren't new to me.
It flattered my little heart.
Though it sets me apart to conflict. How could i,
an excellent rose who gets picked on for services,
reside so little in people.
The smell so magnificent
it lingered, lingered through the nerves
yet
now it's faint,
black and gone.
It is gone.
I am ******* to where i belong.
To where i should start again.
This poem was inspired when i was thinking about roses and popularity of roses. They are only adored by their beauty and once it expires it gets thrown out. So, i was having an inner monologue about how beauty is so important then i got this poem.
Indelible girl, your coruscate and glow
Incandescent like the fires of the sky

Your smile it radiates, your laughter is rainbow
You've a heart like the halls of Versailles


In fields of roses, they turn to you
For in your presence the sun looks bleak

Enchanting like the iridescent hue
Indelible girl, you are truly unique
I wrote this poem for a friend who continues to inspire and fill me with joy with every breath she takes.
RT Naintial Sep 15
with knees down on pedestal
and an armour cracked open,
i seek thee.
The one where all arrows tore in.
One by one.
Million by one.
savages savoured the blood of thee.  groves collapsed in distance.
A fright could've been said.
I ponder upon strength of thee.
Who i can never be.
For i write and write and write till the paper is sick of me.

“ how simplicity could be a tragedy for you.
Dramatization is not art ”
my pen could whisper it yet how soft you stood,
As a hug i long for.
This poem was written for the person i really admire.
Let not cruel age
Your love distort,
Nor heed impetuous time.
Ever hold my heart to yours
Then tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you love me,
Ever tell me.

In that moment when our lips caress,
Love divine, its own embrace.
Of kisses sweet, divinely bless those
Vital, pulsing, thoughts which bind
Each moment’s thrusting joyfulness.

Your love; my love. These fifty years so sure
Of breathing, eating, feeling. We confess it’s
Us, as we have felt and feel both then and now,
and evermore
For my wife of fifty-five years.
girlinflames Aug 17
Incredible—
I can make poetry out of anything:
from the tree,
the wheat,
the chaff,
the sea,
the stars,
the sky itself
in all its infinite beauty.

From the good, the bad,
the light and the dark—
everything in nature
becomes verse in my hands.

Will you be part
of this strange art of mine?
Because your eyes
belong to another world—
you’re not from here,
I’m sure of it.

If you were, I would have seen you before,
and I think I would have fallen for you
again
and again.

It’s hard not to look.
I don’t even hear your footsteps
when they pass me by—
heading toward someone else, of course.

But that’s fine.
Even with my skin shivering,
I make your chest my target,
and like darts,
I throw my verses.

It’s always easier to write poetry
about a masterpiece of nature—
but one thing I know for certain:
you are not from here.
Lyliana Aug 9
I love you like the breeze that touches my skin
I love you that I found my hand supporting my chin
I love you that I had to ask myself when did it all begin
I love you that I dance in the hallway when I see you and spin

And I wonder how we never got the chance to talk even if the barrier between us is so thin
I love you that I feel my heart and my brain fighting everyday, wondering who would win

I had my eyes on you from the very first day, like a long-lost twin
I love you like the branch that breaks in the wind,
I love you like a relaxed morning yawn,
I love you like the fresh air I breathe when I go out in the morning just after dawn,
Like the warmth of first light stretching across the lawn

But is this love, or just a dream I’ve drawn?
I don’t even know you, why am I so drawn?
Is it because you are someone to look upon?
Was it really your soul, or just the way the light falls upon your skin, golden like autumn’s fawn

Are you really worth this heaviness or did my mind make you adorn
But does it even matter if you will be gone?
And leave my heart confused and torn
I taste a glimpse of this feeling everytime I don’t sense your presence, and it’s not something I’d like to live upon

What am I even going to mourn?
Memories that never had the chance to be born?
And yet I am still feeling forlorn
Carrying a love that was never worn

I love you like an innocent laugh of a newborn,
I love you like silk on bare skin, newly worn
I love you like a pure heart we have when we are young,
I love you like a trust that keeps you strong,
Like the gentle hum of my favorite song
Like the kind of love that waits so long

I love you even when I know to whom you may belong
I love you even when it all felt so wrong
I love you so much I turned a blind eye on your flaws all along
And I’d love you still, even if you returned to me timeworn
My first unsent letter, written when feelings began to take root
hannah Aug 3
i always loved rap, drill, and trap more than any music genre out there
like lil peep, central cee, and travis scott.
then one day, you ranted about how much you loved maroon 5
and ever since that day, it was your favorite song from them, “she will be loved” that i’ve been listening to until my earphones wear out.

i was never a big fan of donuts, especially the chocolate flavor.
it was always too sweet for my liking, that’s all.
until i saw you eat a chocolate donut, the only flavor of donuts you like.
from that day on, i always got myself a chocolate donut every time i craved something sweet.

art was something i absolutely ****** at.
i tried and tried but i always ended up failing miserably.
that was until i saw you show off your drawings, ones of your favorite characters.
since then, i’ve been practicing and practicing until i could finally draw and paint you, my favorite piece of art.

i never really saw a reason to be happy in my life;
it was always the same cycle of betrayal, broken trust, and so on.
but then i saw you dancing happily in the rain as you were listening to all your favorite songs
and starting then, i finally found a reason for me to love life:
seeing your happiness— and just you, entirely.
xia Jul 23
And when I look at him, I just wonder,
Was existence always this beautiful?
I wish I could slow down time and simply stare
At the personification of a star
That stands so effortlessly in front of my insignificance.
I wish I could touch you
But alas,
Flesh burns in the presence of the sun.
to a simple crush.
© xia 2025
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