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Ben At93 Mar 2017
If there is to be an end,
Let there be a rose in my hand,
A kiss upon my lips,
And silent moment before I break,

If there is to be an end,
Let it be quick,
No words to be said,
So I'd have the best memory of you for me,

If there is to be an end,
I want it to be like this,
A day, out in the world,
The wind upon my face,
Tell me all I need to know,
And leave me to my peace,
Mane Omsy Feb 2017
Like we shared our hearts together
Another day, I will be with you
Do you mind if I stay here?
Your presence nourishes my happiness
My dear
Krysha Feb 2017
People, most of the times ask me why I always write about the stars and moon and other related creations.  I too do not know why. Maybe because there’s something in their luminance that makes me feel nostalgic. Or simply because of the way they shine out there, giving a little light in our world and in the world beyond ours. Or maybe because it reminded me so much of something or someone. You’re the head turner kind of person, the kind who cannot go to school without his homework being done. The kind who’s great at everything. The kind who I never noticed thinking they’d stay. And then one day you stopped caring and I started noticing. I looked for you everywhere and finally found you in the pedestrian lane waiting for the red light to turn green, waiting for the things stopping you from doing everything you love to let go of you. Waiting for it to give you a go sign. There I saw at the rainy night of October how your eyes twinkle. I smiled at you and the stoplight turned green and you started walking towards my direction. You stopped right in front of me and smiled back. Then started walking again meter by meter until it became kilometer and I lost sight of you. I almost mistaken your eyes as stars. But even the stars are such an insult for those eyes. Darling, I’m sorry for not appreciating your brightness in the daylight. Now I know, you are the reason why I always write about them, the stars, the moon and the sun. They could never sum up to your brightness but they’re the least thing that could be compared to you. Teachers always tell us not to look at the sun directly because it can blind us. That was what happened I became blind to everything you do for me for you were too close, too shiny, too bright and too much so when you started drifting away that’s when I knew. Darling it’s so much more beautiful to look at you from afar even if it pains me to see you shine for someone else.

*(K.Cross)
When you asked me why I never said yes here's why youre just too much, i couldnt handle
Atlas Feb 2017
Oh darling,
You made me feel like I was floating
On the ocean
Miles and miles away
From everyone.
But now I am sinking
And the fishes are passing me by
As I think about my life
And how nothing ever seemed to turn out right
This poem is actually a song I wrote
Lingua Franca Jan 2017
My darling, don't grow up so quickly,
let your heart continue to be young.

My precious, please stay in your innocence, don't let it ever be done.

My love, I tell you live life fully and without regret, know that all happens for his will and nothing is without intent.

My joy, go on and dance in the wind go, go on and sing to Him.

My sweet, I pray you be bold and strong, never doubt
God's power and never doubt God's love.
Darkness Jan 2017
Your cheekbones lay out a landscape in front of me;
mountains and hills i want to cross

Darling, let me caress you
for all I've been doing is gathering moss

I'll kiss the highest hill, salute the bravest mountain
and follow the trail, to touch the blue sky

Knapsack on my back, following the track,
way up high

And when i descend
my eyes meet the sea and the moving waves
and as i gaze in wonder
i still love you my darling, and the world does too
Audrey Maday Dec 2016
I wrote my thoughts
On parchment as soft as your skin
Hoping I would finally
Feel something again.
With ink as red
As the blood of your lips,
Oh darling how,
Did we end up like this?
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
I have got a soft spot for you.
It is icky and full of goo.
I imagine it is a certain type of blue.
Maybe of a lighter hue.
My insides have caught the flu.
And my heart took up a coup.
You became my guru.
Allowing sentiment to shine through.
My cynicism was able to subdue.
Something like magic, almost voodoo.
I hope I'm not too taboo.
Darling, I just love you.
Macy Opsima Dec 2016
there is a general reason
as to why her name fits her.
whenever you look at her beauty,
all you can mutter is
*oh my darling, oh my darling
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