You and me had a love child But you took custody I still think about her sometimes when I let my mind get wild I let the memories overcome me in all their rhapsody I remember how I would curl up in her cold embrace Beautiful as ever...like death had a face She promised to rid from me All of the worlds pain Convinced me that the worlds loss was my gain...
Dear Grim Reaper You and I had a secret I swore I'd never tell But its hard to live on in hell I killed a man to find freedom in a prison cell Oh well Bring me my child, bring me death In all her glory and her wreath Tell her I wrote her in my will And I give her my final breath...
What if the constant smoking and drinking aren't just a temporary escape ? Rather a quicker means to reach the true escape ... Who drank my beer? When I had death so near. Now I have to face the rejection of society like I'm a soldier Constantly at war with myself...trying to figure out who I should be today. Battling my demons and sometimes yours too Building up walls to defend myself from myself But I keep falling and bruising my ego Who drank my beer? When I had death so near Pleasure filled poison on my lips The only life support I need in my drips. Three cheers to making it this far... Let the beer take one more sip of life from me.
I made a wish upon a falling star I fell too And as you descended from the sky I prepared to catch you Weak knees ,I seem to have caught Feelings. ****** love nothing but a taboo That's until I met you Rumored intimacy you made true. I'm under your spell,I'm devoured. By your corroding touch,consumed by the fairytale in you eyes I'm enamored. As far as hearts go ,you are the winner Of mine Like I lost you in a different lifetime My glass slipper A perfect fit, perfect pair Emotions invested, I make you my heir All of me is yours for the taking My heart, yours for the breaking
Dear Ernesto Hugo de Castro, Keep breathing and keep thinking, we'll remember that somewhere, along the lines, you were there, since you have something to gain.
I like reading your poems and poetry, I also like that you express yourself clearly, I also like that you know how life does hurts and I like your ruthful and inspiring works. I love knowing your writing and trueness, I also love how reaching perfection you do, and, last but not least, I also love you.
Thank you, Ernesto Hugo de Castro, for your poetry
This is not A po em But rather a cha lange For you to Write. A poem about The sh ape that you see. What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye? A castle? A cloud? A hand or A heart?
Write a poem about the shape that you see above and please include #shapepoem in the tag.
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who is always a gentleman He opens doors, pulls out chairs And is polite to my parents And yet when he wants He can be so hilariously fun He's not afraid to wrestle Or play games, even have a nerd fight But when the day is done We can sit and talk for hours He listens to every word And says more than "okay" He will smile and act intelligent Helping with my problems But he's not too serious To put up with my insanity
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who is always there for me I will never feel shy or scared In his protective hold He will back me up Even if I'm wrong And when we sit together He will wrap his arms around me And sit tight and perfect And he is always there for me When is about emotions too He will be my steady rock To comfort if I cry He always try's to make it better No matter what is wrong
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who is thinking of me He pulls special surprises With flowers and romance He never forgets a special day But he's not the kind of guy Who is crazy about anniversaries He might give a gift once a year To keep it real special He plans dates And makes special days Just for the two of us And while he keeps them Perfectly romantic he lets them Have fun too.
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who compliments me now and then Even if he doesn't mean it Just to make me feel nice But he isn't all worried about beauty He notices me for me And isn't afraid to joke around And say what's on his mind
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who likes the things I like The kind of guy who Shares my dreams And relishes in the insanity He wants to make the impossible come true Without forgetting about now He will think about the Future While we banter with each other
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who doesn't see me as just his girl He is protective and strong Yet easy going too He isn't afraid to get ***** To roll around in the mud He is always up for a game Of road hockey or paintball He will play video games And sports Without going easy He will keep things fun And won't cry about losing to a girl.
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who gets along with friends Who is always charming to new people And who my friends like back The kind of guy who Gets along with a group Yet doesn't mind to be alone
My perfect guy Is the kind of boy Who I write this incredibly long poem about He is the kind of guy who is perfect in my eyes He is the kind of guy who likely doesn't exist