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Cecelia Francis Aug 2015
I wish you didn't
have any problems

Which is why I don't
tell you about them
Cecelia Francis Aug 2015
It's a strange feeling
not wanting to be pretty and approachable

but wanting instead to be
celestial and vaguely menacing
Ray Jun 2015
We
There are times and moments brief
Full of woe, sorrow and grief
But these moments tend to flee
When 'I' alone turns to 'we'
Tears are gone replaced by smiles
Only laughter heard all the while
And if somehow the dark creeps back
We'll find the light and get back on track
Ours is one to keep and treasure
I'll wish it that way almost forever
Bb Maria Klara Jan 2015
It doesn't hurt to dream at all
That you would answer my heart's call.

It doesn't hurt to sometime think
That you make my self tickled pink.

It doesn't hurt to have hope that
My heart is where your love is at.

It doesn't hurt to maybe know
That I, too, make your senses glow

It doesn't hurt to become sore
The feel, thought of you and much more.

It doesn't hurt: give into dreams
defying truth for what it seems

It doesn't hurt to often sigh
for daydreams about you and I

It doesn't hurt--that I just lied
Without you, I have always died;

It doesn't hurt-- I love you now,
But you don't see it, anyhow.

It doesn't hurt, I swear to God.
And fairly, I am truly awed.

It doesn't hurt, but yes it does.
But for you I'd say I have just cause.
Longer than my usual poems, I felt the emotions are relayed best this way. I don't write about this often, even I am surprised. I believe everyone has come to that point... Love causing pain. Have no love at all, you feel empty; have too much love at all, you feel sore.
Amanda Kyara Dec 2014
I have come to terms with the fact
that you're not coming back.

I have come to terms with the fact
that all I was to you was just another girl.

I have come to terms with the fact
that all we had meant nothing to you.

And I have come to terms with the fact
that I am better off without you.

And I have come to terms with the fact
that you were just another mistake.

And I have come to terms with the fact
that I am indeed, over you.
It wasn't even half a year since you came into my life and left it and I'm perfectly fine with that because in all reality I'm a lot better without you.
rook Nov 2014
if there are infinite universes, than in one i must
be something of more substance to you than just lust.

if there are infinite realities, than it must be so
that we have already jumped without looking out below.

if there are infinite possibilities, you can’t honestly say
that it will always be ‘not now’ or ‘maybe another day’

and if there are infinite universes, it must be true
that in one, openly and freely would i love you.
this is a ****** poem
Dhaye Margaux Oct 2014
Life is a journey
but I don't want to walk alone

I need you in my life
I cannot stand *on my own


So my love, no matter what
Remember the words I say

I will always be with you
I'll never walk away

Everything has an end
but not my love for you

Your love is always my light
And you never make me blue
couplets for my love
rook Sep 2014
it is easier to be forgotten and to run away
than to face the fact that you're not included in a 'they'

it is simpler for a simple mind like yours to hide
than to face the fact that you are mostly cold inside

it's a painless thing to leave the crowd, the room, or even the group
than to admit to at least yourself you're in an endless loop
it's easier to deny the truth instead of being honest; because not one can use in a sentence 'you' and 'depend upon it' // i want to distance myself
Paul Butters Jun 2014
When writing poems there is no right or wrong.
It may be plain or sound just like a song.
Heroic couplets aren’t the only way.
Yet people always have to have their say.

It may be perfect, it may be not.
Just lose a syllable
Or go completely
Free.

Read unnamed samples of some classic works and you will see
That often you can add the names yourself.
They are distinctive.

A Shakespeare,
A Keats,
A Milton
Or a Yeats.

What matters is whether a poem works,
In some way,
At least for yourself.
Wrote the first verse in my notebook early in the morning then took it from there. Inspired by some forum debates.
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