Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
D A W N Dec 2018
and so i gave cupid back the arrow.
your kisses were cold.
OpenWorldView Sep 2018
Every day and night
my thoughts are on your lips.
That crimson temptation
and source of my life.

They smile in gentle red
and speak with unique truth.

Quench my heart’s fire
with sweet tender kisses
and revive my wilted soul
with dew from cupid’s bow.
Let not this love fall into discontent,
Nor my eyes accustom to her allure.
Let not the sight of her cease wonderment,
Nor my passion bore with beauty demure.

Let not my lips stop quiv’ring for her kiss,
Nor my fingers ache for her velvet hair.
Let not my arms embrace with avarice,
Nor my desire leave anything to spare.

Let not her beauty ever be passé,
Nor my heart not yearn for her naked breast.
Let not making love miss a single day,
Nor lying beside her allow us rest.

Let not me take for granted her boudoir,
Nor my love for her wane even a bit.
Let not my lustful eyes ever look far,
Nor my body ablaze become unlit.
Blogging at www.insightshurt.com
Buy “Insights Hurt: Bringing Healing Thoughts To Life” at store.bookbaby.com/book/insights-hurt
zxndrew Nov 2018
I took an arrow to the heart

It kickstarted my mind falling apart

Stuck, lodged in my heart, you left it there

Left me in that undying nightmare

Left it buried in my chest

Burning with the memories you carved into it

Bleeding in the miseries of my numbness
im fine
gray Nov 2018
she's breaking.

her heart has been torn to shreds and the remnants are scattered across the floor.
her thoughts are swimming into treacherous waters infested with sharks.
her soul is shattered and is piercing her skin bringing her delicious pain.

he's breaking.

his heart is being strung together by the hope of someone giving him time and love.
his thoughts are hooked onto the idea of a shining light saving him.
his soul is so pure and vulnerable that not even demons could poison him.

they're both breaking.
and they both need to break each other's fall.
inspired by me and my boyfriend's story.
Insanity might be making plans,
But I hear the winds utterance,
To reminisce only shows you're human,
Tear drops might not be pain,
But a memory finding its way,
You left my heart homeless,
Thought love provides shelter,
That first kiss was careless,
But at the time it was all that matters,
Does she notice your mood swings,
Does she know your flare for a neck kiss,
The spot that tickles most,
How you go quiet when at your worst,
How calm can she be when the anger drifts in,
The right words your ear craves for,
But if all this was important,
Why am I left with just a pillow to cuddle,
And a salty tear drop that paints my lips,
All I hear is he's no good,
We told you,
Maybe insanity is closer,
Because the voices are getting louder,
An exit from life would be an exit from pain,
So I stupidly overdose,
Waiting on my soul to evaporate,
From the shackles of love.
Tanay Oct 2018
When they met,
They were both young and stupid.
Under the tree of love, they sat
Kissed by the arrows of cupid.
He saw a fire in her,
It burned bright.
He was in awe of her
She was like a light.
A light he had sought for
But, couldn't find.
In his core
He was in darkness, he was blind.
Until she came along
And turned him into a different man.
She was like a beautiful song
Her name was Ann.









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
It has been a while since I decided to pick up the pen and write something. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All characters or people (if any) mentioned here are subject to my imagination. I am yet to meet someone to whom I could dedicate a poem like this. Hence, I made up an imaginary person and wrote a poem for her.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
1+2 does not mean free.


Why must beauty already be gone?
Why must love be a sad, sad song?
Why do I keep on falling for the wrong one?
Why did I not meet you, before you tried that ring on?


Love is stupendous!  And stupidly stupid.
Thanks a lot Cupid, look who you stuck me with.
Did you miss-fire or was this all planned?
Stupid Cupid, stupid arrow,
Stuck through the one who already has a man.


Narrow boats float side by side,
Along the river and into the blue.
Pictures painted from the bank only ever show two,
But under the clock more are seen,
And the one that was one, hopefully to become two,
Was eventually seen to be only a possibility of three.


Water shore, climb out of bed,
Forget the thoughts of dread that leave me dead.
Inside no heartbeat; beating myself up.
Another drug gone; lost to love.


A rainbow shone from inside those eyes,
And those lips they spoke of heat;
But worthless was the truth, which stood in front of the lies,
Because they have already met someone to love
And I have no interest in becoming a three.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Next page