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ali Apr 2018
as his lips brush against my own,
my entirety
gives in,
and i know
he is all i want.
his light kisses
travel
from my lips,
to my rosy cheeks,
down to my open neck..
each adding to the
trail of tiny fireworks
left behind.
each dances upon my skin,
seeming to burst with love,
his love that believes
that i am the type
of forever beautiful
that one can find
in the moon.
strong and bright,
but not to be afraid of.
not overwhelming like the sun,
but an easy elegance
that stands out among the rest.
ali Apr 2018
as his hand found my own,
he held it with not possession,
but comfort,
as he knew,
this was how it was meant to be.
the way his fingers
layed wrapped around my own
sent sparks through my blood,
singing with bliss
that i was the type
of forever beautiful
that one can find
in a rainstorm.
steady and calm-
constant love.
the way that even when it all ends,
part of its beauty still remains behind,
just like how
everytime he sees me,
i leave him breathless
and wishing that i'd never leave his side.
ali Apr 2018
he told me i was beautiful,
the kind of
forever beautiful
that many seek
but can never find.

as his blue eyes
followed not my body,
but my own hazel ones,
they whispered with innocence
that i was the type
of forever beautiful
that one can find
in the sky.
simple,
but elegant.
dressed in so many colors,
but breathtaking at every moment.
not sure which section of this wonderfully long poem is my strongest, maybe you can all help me decide:)
Kathryn Rose Apr 2018
Appearing in the dark,
You wrap around my love,
In greedy form.
A knife in my heart, I'm bleeding.
Frozen, watching you.
Laughing, no one seems to notice you
Sitting with ease, on his lap.
Unknowingly, my legs take me,
quickly,
out of your sight.
The bathroom mirror reveals
The true reflection of the woman
Living in fear.
Build my confidence, glass.
Erase the flutter in my stomach.
Stitch the wound in my heart.
Strong, beautiful woman -
Saunter back to your seat.
Sit with his friends,
Strangers to you.
Look in his golden eyes.
See his truth,
She disappears.

Imagine the present, reality.
Forget not the honesty.
She does not exist any place,
Other than your fragile mind.
Obscrea Apr 2018
I’m not entirely sure
If I should thank you
For all the hurt

Because these emotions
Fuel the fire inside me
No one else can

And I gather the words
Just to turn them into
Beautiful poetry

So, thank you
For the pain
For the loss
And for all the things
You never meant to do.
mokitovice Apr 2018
Oh darling,
If only I could tell you how beautiful you are to me,
I know you and I were never meant to be,
But I was so capricious and reckless,
And I thought I could fool destiny,
Kidnap you, take you with me and and re-writte the code
But somethings are not meant to be,
Nayana Nair Apr 2018
The forests I have burned to land
is now a green pasture,
with flowers too beautiful to have a name.
Though the land has forgotten
the pain, now lost.
The fire still blazes in my heart
every night.
JcA Apr 2018
You are simply beyond description.

For a definition is but a collection of words, and those words are just letters working together to tell a story.

But your laugh takes me on an adventure through worlds undiscovered. Your eyes are deep oceans filled with tales of past shipwrecks before you realized that you were the treasure. Your heartbeat is a symphony composed in a melody that only we know.  

So while describing you is this fool's errand, I know mere words will never completely capture you.

For words are just letters working together to be beautiful, and you are more beautiful than any group of words can ever hope to be.
alexa Apr 2018
him
i never catch you staring at me
but i guess it's when i'm not looking,
when i'm turned away or
gazing out the window,
singing my favorite song.
oh darling,
i've never thought of myself being as beautiful
as the way my name is typed on your keyboard,
but i guess my brass hair
can shine in the sun.
oh beloved,
there is so much for you to learn,
so much time for you to decide
that i'm too much.
but let's not be naive, honey, okay?
boy,
of course i know it's about me.
i guess i'm a heartbreaker
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