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Noelle M Eithun Feb 2015
I think of how you put me on my knees.
     Begging for you to love me.
You touch my face the way you always do.
     Trail your thumb along my lips.
Its a different type of  love you have for me.
     The kind that breaks a heart into millions of pieces.
The kind that would wipe the tears of my cheeks
     But will never understand they are the cause.
--
I know you will do anything for me.
     But love? No.
I could never ask you for that.
A part of me thinks you already know how I feel
   But you have chosen to look into my eyes
and ignore the pain that haunts my Iris's.

I dont blame you.
     How could anyone love someone like me?
Some one who falls in love with a person
     who will never love them back.
  
I'll just keep it to myself.
I have no choice.
My tears will turn silent.
My heart will eventually catch up to my mind.
and I'll learn to accept the silence.

The silence that is with out you.
Rockie Feb 2015
I want to shrivel like a raisin
Curl up into a ball
From your rounded little basin (of friends)
Of all the torturers, you're the most cruel
I wish to stand up to you
But my knees are to bruised
For begging for forgiveness
And my lunch money too
But I can't and I shan't
And I never shall
As I'm the weak little girl
Bullied by *all
Note: I have never been bullied. I just wanted to write a poem about it.
Sydney Ann Jan 2015
Will someone please help me?
I'm begging you on my knees.
Give me some inspiration,
'Cause darkness is all I can see.
Someone lend me some courage;
There's a noose around my neck
It's itchy and scratchy and always at mind
the thought of the end
Sounds simply divine
I've got it all planned
But if you'd give me  hand
Maybe I'd start to live again.
I am at the end of my rope tonight.
Louisa Coller Jan 2015
Bursts of illumination of tears, laying on the ground for me.
I don’t hear her voice anymore.
Young girl, I once raised so dearly, why don’t you remember me?
I taught you to walk, talked to you at night,
I was there when your mother wanted to get rid of you.
I was always the one, pushing you on to do the best,
I wanted the best for you the child I named.
I never wanted to see you go away,
but I’m praying all the time, that you are safe.
I hate how you became a sweet sacrifice,
to the selfish hearts which wanted money in their life.
I feel the tears streaming down, sweet little angel,
where are you now?
I remember when, I taught your little legs to dance,
I remember now, when you were there beside me.
Your mother, the woman who separated us,
with your sister, the liar, the accuser!
I felt my heart, grow a million times, every time I saw your smile.
I then remember the woman I grew up with,
my sweet grandmother, hold your arms,
she was mine, she was yours, we all held hands,
and now if we re-unite, it’ll only be us this time.
I feel so forgotten, I doubt you even remember my face at all.
When you next see me in the busiest place, I hope one day,
you’ll remember my name. Please remember my name,
I named you, remember my name too. Sweet child please,
can’t you see me? Please…?
A poem based on a cousin who I no longer see, and have not seen for a few years now...
Her nails digging into the tree,
her legs opened wide.
He sunk deep within,
filling ever inch inside.
Mating calls meshing,
moans and grunts rent the air.
He begins to move faster,
while pulling on her hair.

I can't believe he's this deep inside me,
It's so **** heavenly,
I burst out with a primal scream.
It's like a fantasy, I'm living out my dream,
All those ****** novels I read,
Pictured through my mind,
He pulled my hair even harder,
I came almost instantaneously


Her essence flowed freely,
Surrounding him in liquid heat.
His thrusting became faster,
and the pleasure was Oh so sweet.
Hard as a rock,
one more pounding ******.
He sank into her deeply,
and explodes in a rush.

I could feel his hot seed,
Filling up inside me.
The exquisite pleasure almost
made me come once more,
He leaned his entire weight into me,
His breath on my neck
was felt to my core,
I realized I never asked his name
Yet, he'd pleasured me like never before.


"I have seen you from afar, to shy to say a word.
Still, I know your name not and feel kind of absurd."
"I have seen you looking
and have noticed you too,
I wanted you for awhile,
and didn't know what to do."
He kissed her then,
softly upon her lips.
Holding her against the tree,
still joined at the hips.

I drip as I grip onto your hips,
while I nurture your nectar and sip
Your ****** has me going crazy,
'cause I'm craving to be lazy
and lay on my back while you ride
me, but I think I might have died
This pleasure makes me feel like Heaven,
and I won the jackpot like 7-7-7
Your depths are coming down upon me,
while I sew some of my sticky seed
right into your box, with me begging,
"Baby, I swear I'm gonna make you mine,
'cause you have me feeling so sublime."



            *~To Be Continued~
Swaying her hips,
she asks him to dance.
It is a masquerade ball,
and she's taking her chance.
From afar she had loved him,
too timid to even try.
But now she is taking,
tonight it's do or die.

Licking my lips,
I wonder if he can see,
How badly I want a kiss?
Can he sense my need?
My brazen desire
To just be pleased,
One night of lust,
Infatuation and
  greed

He pulled her close,
lips by her ear.
"Come away with me,
love me my dear."
Taking her hand he left,
through the crowd and up the street.
Stopping only once,
To kiss her oh so sweet.

My God, I wanna rip him apart right here
I'm so wet, I'm soaked through
I wanna lick, I wanna taste
I'll do whatever he wants to
I desire the feel of skin on skin
Please, just let us
  begin!

Through the park they did run,
In a gentle summer rain.
Pushing her against a tree,
her pleasure was his aim.
Under the dress his hand did go,
While he bite at her lips.
She moaned into the night,
and rocked her curvy hips.

I want him inside me,
I can't wait till we get home,
No, just do me against this tree,
I'll pleasure him, if he just pleasures me
I'm writhing, I'm wet
I want his tongue probing my mouth,
His palms splayed on my back
Then moving so much farther
  south

He turns her around,
she now faces the tree.
Throwing up the dress,
He goes on bended knee.
******* are ripped,
as his silken tongue seeks.
Her moans get louder,
as her legs get weak.

Oh, heavenly bliss
I've never felt anything sweeter
The feel of his talented lips
Just keep taking me higher
Although this is completely satisfying
The only thing I want is his entire length
  inside me

She rocked her hips,
begging for more.
As upon his tongue,
her essence did pour.
He let himself free,
Sliding it across her ****,
Then slipped slowly inside,
once he was slippery slick.

Oh My, just what I was waiting for
I failed to conceal the moan I let slip
He pushed even deeper inside me
And I couldn't help but bite my lip
With every inch I felt it farther in my core
I let out a scream, begging for
  *MORE
To Be Continued....
     Next **** Sunday

         Thanks Tata! A lot of fun with this!
              You're Great!
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Yesterday
you had all of my heart
today
you have broken that sweet heart

I have no rhythm
nothing
to keep me standing straight

You
stupid fool
hold out your heart
begging me to break it
to make it stop

And I say
"No - someone else can do that for me"
Hailey Nov 2014
I no longer say I love you at the end of the day,
finally you understand I do not feel that way.
I've been silently  begging for you to tell me
that I was never really a part of this family.
This is how I'm feeling.
And I'm not certain I am healing.
Some days I crumble to the floor
from the pain that  is settled in my core.
One day I won't come back,
for in my heart, you've left a crack.
Louisa Coller Nov 2014
The unique buds of magic, the wondrous feeling of scents.
I can't bare to stay here in this abyss, the abyss of isolation.
The flowerbeds grow from despair, witheringly when they finally gain,
the feeling of yesterday being poured away.
I should never have bothered with grace, graceful elegance left me behind,
I know it's impossible to do the things they proclaim, I know it's impossible,
to be the way I always see my face in the fabricated world.

Listen daughter, in the future of mine, never let these people push you behind.
Curiosity sometimes rightfully takes over your will, for I was curious too on how I live.
I never wanted you to fall down this hole, please return to me in my future arms.
I couldn't bare to see the desires I once had be wiped away from me.
Scattered like ashes, of used-to-bes, nobody deserves pure hatred,
nobody deserves to feel alone.

I know daughter of mine, when I see your hair shine in the lights of the world,
slowly forming into the explosions of used-to-be life which will be left behind, please hold me tight.
There are too many flowers in this garden, the ones who grow violently shiver those who cry, the ones who are left behind to wither into nothingness should be the ones remembered internally.
I can't hold the thought of desperation, the feelings that I wish would go away from me.
The hands that I once wanted to caresses me are now the ones I wish would bleed.

I no longer want life to be, a spiraling act of infinity.
Please.
I wrote this poem a while back and I often write poetry to instrumental meditation music or just general nice piano, violin or general beats, it helps me think better.

This is slightly inspired by poetry mostly written in the viewpoints of future selves or going back to our past selves to tell us things like "Don't give up" or "Don't do it". Nobody should feel like they deserve to lose it all and fall into an endless infinity of spinning.
RW Dennen Sep 2014
Earth is my bedroom and toilet;
an empty cup, my self employment
Days of empty stomach churning,
a forced sermon at "Sunday Breakfast"
Fast-food places are my kitchens;
Shelters,my free hotels and free meals
Police are my nemesis;
human rights, a foreign fantasy
Jail cells are my places for philosophical,
contemplated thought
Filth is my every day attire;
alertness, my only protection
Weather is my lover or enemy;
cold empty stares, my other human contacts
Loneliness is my constant companion
New horizons are never sought
by this man-of-no-land

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