Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Lost Jun 2017
I will never give up on you.
No matter how hard the tide pushes,
no matter how strong the wind may blow,
I will stand with you,
strong and tall.
You,
are afraid and brave.
I,
am terrified and resilient.
Together,
we are in love.
Together,
we will overcome.
Together,
we are one.
Nor hell or high water,
will tear us apart.
12.1.15
Lost Jun 2017
You'd think after 2 years,
the feelings would be gone.
You'd think after all of the pain,
I'd be able to forget.
But my heart is still attached.
You got the biggest piece of me I could offer,
and you treasured it,
but you were hurting and lost,
didn't know what to do.
But you loved me.
Truely.
You did.
You gave me what you could.
You tried to make me happy.
But you were damaged
and so was I.
So I hope,
after all this time,
we can find our love again.
Because my love don't die easy.
I miss you, Mark.
honey Jun 2017
your hands hold mine gentle but firm
kisses softly placed on my neck
hushed whispers and silent smiles
i want to tell the world about you
but in this moment
i am content
with quiet love
my first happy poem!!!!!!!!!
Lost May 2017
You have me
and I have you.

You love me
and I love you.

You treasure me
and I treasure you.

You adore me
and I adore you.

You want me
and I want you.

You need me
and I need you.

You're my everything
and I am yours.

I Will Always Be With You
through thick and thin
through life and love
through the ups and downs
through the pain and the suffering
through sickness and health
I Will Always Be With You
kinda wrote my wedding vows thinking about our promise rings and what they mean to us
Amanda Kay Burke May 2017
I love the color of your eyes,
And running my hands through your hair,
and when you wear nothing but boxers,
I cant help but stare.

I love your stomach and your arms,
and the familiar smell of your skin,
I love your neck and the fact that you,
Can barely grow hair on your chin.

I love the way you laugh and smile,
and the rise and fall of your chest at night,
And when were lying close together,
I love how our bodies fit just right.

I love it when you hold my hand,
And sit beside me on your bed,
and I love watching movies with your
Shoulder resting behind my head.

I love riding in your car,
Singing along to the radio,
and I know that you love me,
Because your eyes tell me so.
Lost May 2017
2:27 AM:

We have plans today,
You and me.
Our "first date",
We decided to call it.
Our promise rings,
Are on their way.
Our future,
Brighter than ever.

When you lie next to me,
I'm home.
When you kiss me,
I'm free.
When you touch me,
I come alive.
When you hold me,
I'm safe.
When you say my name,
I melt.
When you tell me you love me,
I cry.

I've never been loved this way before,
And I'd be scared but in my heart I know,
When you lie next to me,
**You're the one.
I love you more than anything.
angel May 2017
twinkling of the stars dangling over the edge of the sky,
fluttering velvet wings of a moth,
warm, wooden clinking of a wind chime,
the scratchy sound of a pen on rough paper,
smoke spiraling upwards towards heaven,
and the orange light cracks onto the walls.
your voice echoes into my ears and runs along my neck like a yell into a canyon; filling the spaces
Jacob Toler May 2017
She is the answer to all my problems
The creation of all my happiness
She’s the love inside my heart
and my reason for waking
She’s like a rainbow--
Everything is more colorful when she’s near.

She’s a wildflower in a field of weeds,
A burst of color in a dreary world.
She’s a clear spring day,
Warming my heart and filling me with joy.
Her voice like the gentle breeze,
Music to my ear--
She’s my favorite song.

He’s a stain on an expensive rug,
One you can’t get out.
He’s a flea to a dog,
One that won’t go away.
He’s a minor note in her song.
A note that only preaches hate.
He’s like a virus--
Only doing harm

I lift her up to the heavens
He drags her down to hell
I’m a ray of sunshine
While he’s a nimbus cloud
I could confess how I feel
but in the end--
He’s the one she loves.
kelsey bowen May 2017
i can't fill the Sistine Chapel's ceiling
with a mural of my love
the dusty paint bottles in my closet
are not the colors i dedicate to you
my hard and broken brushes
won't show how i fell for you

but i can write you sonnets on napkins
on why your smile outshines the sun
i can fill pads of paper
just about the green of your eye
only in novels can i tell you
of how i reach for you every morning

i can never show the world
the hair that falls in your eye
when you get angry
but i can write
sonnets on
napkins
Next page