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empire ants Jan 2018
HA!
Hahaha.
What sound did your brain make,
When you read this?
Was it the sound of you?
Was it the sound of someone else?
Was it the sound of someone you fear?
Or was it the sound of someone you love?

Hm.
Let me think about that.
AH! I have my answer!
It is:
all of the above.
Àŧùl Jan 2018
Loving you I discovered myself,
Loving you I've attained Nirvaṇa.
Loving you I've defined my Karma,
Loving you I've adopted my Dharma,
Loving you I've found my identity,
Loving you I've moulded my life,
Loving you I've known myself.

Loving you is my sole mission,
Loving you is my only passion,
Loving you is my raging fashion,
Loving you is my loyalty creation,
Loving you is my full regression,
Loving you is my lonely lotion,
Loving you is my fuller ration.

Loving you never was a regret,
Loving you I have recounted it all,
Loving you is a thing I always knew.
This one is for you, my darling best friend Pooh Bear, like all other poems of mine.

Regression: Past life regression, recounting one's previous birth.

My HP Poem #1693
©Atul Kaushal
Reuben Dec 2017
By: Reuben Paredes

How great thy painful heart, in my sorrow,
Art thou gone, the glimpse of my thine eyes,
Leaved in shadow of darkness, ‘til morrow,
Echoed in silence, the throb of my sigh,

To think a crime commit, with no conscience,
Who is someone carry, the guilt of shame,
Seeing a raspy and panting of breath,
O’er the body of an innocent kit,

Have laid no waste of time, flow in tears,
Of my heart stops for a second to still,
Looking the remains in seize of its life,
Felt the numb on my own knee, waits to kneel,

Thy plaintive view struck by the sight of death,
Heard the music of requiem for its dull,
No more goodness of sweet my little kitty,
No, thou loving poor ****! My own pet keen,

Who will now feed, thou food prepare for morn’
Who now nap on my feet and lick on it,
I haven’t come prepared for the gloomy,
Having no peace, candid’ for the restless,

Not a song of gladness will be enough,
For the debt of life, must be paid on death,
The sweet revenge shall ease the face of mourn’
May the sweet revenge shall take of my woe,

Oh, thee thy good lord from heaven above,
Forget, not the spirit of my **** thee,
Alas, Farewell! Dear innocent kitty,
Love of mine thee, give warmth of cold in grave.
FAREWELL LETTER
-df Dec 2017
the world may be your oyster,
...
but keep in mind that some of us are allergic to shellfish.

{d.f. | 12/07/17}
Àŧùl Dec 2017
Don't you get tired, Dear Uncle Time?

Well, it's a different case with her,
My lover, she does get tired,
Her afternoon nap keeps her cuter.
A second expression.

My HP Poem #1684
©Atul Kaushal
She Writes Dec 2017
As I sit over here
Thinking about you
I wonder if you’re sitting over there
Thinking about me too

I’d never ask
Out of fear
That I am not the one
On your mind, dear

I’d rather live with hope
That you think of me, lover
Than know for sure
It is another
Mister J Dec 2017
Dear you..

It's been a while
Since we last talked
How have you been?
I hope you're doing okay

Me?

I guess I still miss you
Missing how I wake up seeing you
Smiling at me each morning
Wanting to stay in bed the entire day

Dear you..

Do you remember how
We enjoy making breakfast everyday?
How dreadful it feels to leave in the morning
only to hurry back and eat dinner together

I do

I still remember our weekend dates
Whether going out, or staying home
Remember the first roses I gave you?
And my promise to give you some every week?

Remember, Dear?

I still remember how you caressed my hair
and how you kissed me every time I messed up
I also remember how we used to cuddle
When we stayed home on the weekends

Do you still remember?

How warm it feels when you hug me
At times when it feels cold in bed at night
and how we ate on the same bowl or plate
Whenever we lazily eat our meals on the bed

Those were the days

When I felt happiest the most
When I felt like I'm truly alive
Sharing that simple, fun life with you
Brought contentment to my heart.

Did you feel the same way?

You smiled whenever you looked at me
You kissed back even when I nervously messed up
You had that effect on me back then
I thought I also had the same effect on you

But I guess not..

When that blissful life took a bad turn
We turned for the worst downfall as well
You kept looking for someone else in me
Someone's love that's completely different from mine

And then it crumbled..

The life we shared and held on dearly
The way we shouted and fought every night
and how we slept on the opposite sides of the bed
I guess you really didn't feel the same

Who was he?

The one you still held on to
Even though I was the one beside you
The person who kept you from being mine
Whose memories outweighed the love I gave?

Then the end came..

It came by so fast I never caught a glimpse
I was still willing to fix it yet you alone brought it down
You walked out that door and left me for good
You took my heart with you as you went to him

It still hurts..

I am still stuck with loving you
Even if my mind says otherwise
Your ghost still haunts my life
I don't know what else to do

So please..

Stop running to me when you need comfort from him
Stop calling me every time you cry on lonely nights
Stop stirring this weak heart of mine
And please don't consider me yours anymore

So..

I'm saying a final goodbye
I hope you'll be happy in this life
In time I'll move on, I'll be free
Even if in my heart, you'll always be dear to me
For you.
Mirza Lazim Nov 2017
Trust is a dear gift and you hesitate to give,
Will I be able to achieve, I wonder
Be sure, certainly,  you would forgive
If you knew ups and downs I often wander

Sometimes I struggle with my persistence
It tries to restore my faith and beliefs.
Only in what engaged my existence
They're only hungers and only griefs

And the coincidence that gifted me you,
Let me forget boring stuff I'm dealing
Paths are much worthier than the aims I pursue
The paths which take me to the deepest feeling

Something human, too human I feel
Believe me, it is not betrayal or love
Thank to your deep positiveness I heal
Deem it to be admiration of your laugh

Do you remember when you suddenly asked
If I had ever been in depression
It's my lifestyle skilfully masked
That contains my favorite intention

Recklessly I forget passing away,
Misery is ruined when I am with you
But I feel down, as I know, anyway
Suffering till the death I will miss you
Amber K Dec 2017
This isn't another poem about what you did.
This isn't about the past.
This is about now.
Right now.
So listen to everything I say here.

I heard you got married in October.
I hear it was beautiful.
I wish you and your wife nothing but happiness.
I hope you both have great lives,
but that's not all I need to say.

I hope you are everything she wants and needs.
I hope you've changed.
I hope you truly light up her world,
and give her butterflies daily.
I hope you never, ever treat her wrong.

I hope she can trust you.
I hope you're faithful to her.
I hope you giver her all the attention a woman deserves,
and more.
I hope you have grown into someone she can depend on.

Because although I know she's the one you ran to,
anytime I didn't give you what you wanted,
I don't blame her.
And I don't want her to suffer.
I want her to have what you made her dream of.

Whatever you do,
do not hurt her.
Do not pretend marriage is nothing.
Honor your vows.
Honor her.

That is all I have left to say.
I just want the best.
Not for your sake,
but for hers.
Let this be your first and only wife.

Keep her as your number one.
Don't take her for granted,
and don't treat her like another one of your past girlfriends.
Don't repeat your past.
Don't ***** this up.
hayden Dec 2017
an inchworm, up-ing and down-ing its way through my
intestines is not bright
green as it traverses the dark gloomy
lumen of my
insides.

darkness requires complete
darkness, no color, just
darkness, but at least it is
warm.
i do not know if the inchworm can
see but i hope it can feel
comfort in the
dark.

dear inchworm, i wish you
good fortune on your travels as you
measure my insides with
tenacious tickling loops.
image pt. 1: well-wishes.
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