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Trefild Aug 2019
roses are red, though they're dead
violets are blue, although dead too
stop reading this kind of stuff &
rather start doing something useful instead
or you've got nothing
worthier to do❓
roses aren't exclusively red
as well as violets aren't unalternatively blue
for your information
[who would have thought...]
but let people make some
more cookie-cutter rhymes while not taking
it into consideration
if I have to choose roses
I would prefer onyx ones
plus, I think they would've looked dope as
being engraved on some firearms
as for violets, they aren't much of my type
but maybe to someone else, they set some kind of vibe
Trefild Mar 2020
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some ****-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
US Eng
Austin Morrison Mar 2020
She is a little bit crazy, weird, unusual, and it is impossible to know what's going on in her head.

I always enjoy talking to her, but she always leaves me on read.

 But besides all that I would compare her to a summer day.

 I feel the warmth when I am around her, seeing her brings me joy.

It's like my first crush from middle school, I feel like a little boy.

I stumble my words when I talk to her, she twists my tongue so I slur. 

She makes me nervous and I love it,  because I'm not afraid I must admit.

She is a pain in my ***, she likes to tease. But spending time with her is like a warm summer breeze.

I do what I can to make her see, I have strong feelings for this girl, I just hope she does for me.
Poet X Dec 2019
on the days you forget how to exist
i'll remind you ,
i'll take you to beach
and kiss you under the stars,
i'll read you all my poetry-
even the ones I don't show anyone.

on the days you don't feel loved
ill take you to movies
show you a rom com and every time
someone says something corny ill kiss you
and read you all the love poems made by my hand.

on the days you need me,
ill be here waiting
despite that your not mine
and I am irrevocably
yours.
you're not mine, not yet.
charlie darling Apr 2019
it’s gone.
i never knew how to feel. i never knew what anything meant
and everything was new, and the waters were oddly still.
i chose to swim to you. despite my drowning
and i swam into your arms, and i learned to love.
you and i, we grew together like vines
intertwining, our lives connected
by what did not seem like a tenuous thread.

days turned into months.
we did not count down the time, it did not matter to us
until yesterday, when you decided
we could no longer be lovers
and i still don’t know why,
but it’s gone.
it’s gone.
i got bad news yesterday. no, i am not alright.
Emily Jo Jan 2019
I love that I can make you smile
A thousand miles away

I love that you always feed me
filling my tummy, heart and soul

I love that after every tussle
We end up in a warm cuddle

I love that you are silly
But i wish you were more like me

Our music tastes differ slightly
So we’ll just be together silently

I hope you show me more affection
please give me a more emotional reaction
With kisses and words filled with cuteness
Like this poem i wrote about us

Its not my first poem nor my last of us
Just as the days will past
I hope our love will last

26/12
Rena Lyn Bala-oy Dec 2018
As charming as those little groves are
That appear on your cheeks
when your lips curve
Both sides or just one,
As alluring as your brilliant eyes are,
That radiates with amusement,
I could never admit,
Will never admit
My interest in you
Nor this strange reaction
That may be more
Than a simple attraction.
Corny. Cringe. Why did I even write this? Oh, right. I want to negate this "fluttering feeling" or "butterflies". I am such an adult.
Emily Jo Dec 2018
I feel the warm concrete
As warm as your chest pressed on mine
I feel the bright summer sun
As bright as your smile

Tangled up like lily pads
Hidden below the surface
Sprouting problems like weeds
Fighting through the cracks
As invisible as the trash littering the ground

Catching feelings
Quicker than a flame enveloping
Those corny love letters

24/03/08
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