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Jenny Aug 2017
Even though my vision aren't clear as before
But when it comes to you, I can see you clearly for sure

As my man I can see from afar
I could also say that I am looking onto a star

I wonder what you are thinking
The way you look at me since the beginning

If only I can have the chance
Seeing myself through your eyes

In that sense I could understand
**That you can or can't be my man
If only I can see myself through your eyes and feel what you feel through your heart.
Jenny Aug 2017
I am always misinterpreted
Being in a way that I am always taken for granted

I do things without regret
I make mistakes even at my best

I am unappreciated with my actions
Mislead by my decisions

An avenue of finding my self worth
Is to find time and be alone at some point

Doing the things that I like
is like a way of allowing suicidal thoughts to arise

Doing what is pleasing to the eye
Is like killing yourself most of the time

Somehow I'll be living in sorrow
Would you dare to follow?
Let your mind wonder to the meaning behind this poem :)
Jenny Aug 2017
How can I be happy when the one I love, loved someone else?
Is it always my destiny?
How can I even smile and act like I was too supportive and happy?
When the truth is lost, wrecked, broken and hurt will best define me

Suddenly, I became proud of myself
because I can hide my emotions behind that narrow shelf
Leaving no clues nor negative reactions like an elf
Hiding and hiding it in my unorthodox actions, holding my own breath

Girl, you are so lucky
that you are the one chosen and not me
but let us play the long game of destiny
If he'll end up with you or with me.

I am amazed by him even with all his flaws
I accepted him with all his words and jokes
I noticed him because of things he truthfully shows
I love him for who he really is, that is what I only know.
Love knows no time. It will just came to you in the most unexpected moment.
Colm Jul 2017
No metaphor will tell it
Although I convince myself within the moment
That it will last

That the clouds above my head
The howling wind which I adore
The summer rain and the glorious morn
Will indeed last

But they never do

Because no metaphor can contain
Or stretch it over the canvas to fit
Or even begin to properly paint
This representation known as you

You simply are, as simply is
Beyond the metaphor
Within the shadow of a moonlit truth
The best happens...when you stop thinking about it. And just say it. As it is. True.
kelly jane May 2017
I felt as to cry
I felt as to scream
I felt happy,joyful
I felt as to express myself
To bring out my point of views
But nobody understood me
And no one was listening
In Poetry I found a means to express myself
And let my heart speak for itself.
A means to release my pains and my joy.
A piece of paper and a pen was enough
To put in my feelings
And release the burden from my heart
Read
what I write,
to understand my
thoughts & feelings.
The key to understanding most poets is to read what they have written, with the intention to gain an understanding into what is playing out in their mental space.
Julie Grenness Aug 2016
Expressions of the abstract,
Thoughts we can't retract,
Exquisite solar towers
of our mindful powers,
Into the glass ceiling,
Collectives of ideas and feelings,
Whence these expressions of abstract?
Thoughts we can't retract......
A whimsy. Feedback welcome.
Kishamore Jun 2016
I could inscribe
thousands of feelings
in words
and label them
as poems.
Yet
none of them
will ever truly evoke
why, what and how
I feel.
But
I must say
they're the facsimiles
of my beautiful stormy
thoughts.

© Kishamore
Nameless Sep 2015
I caught her staring at me again
I can't quite place
A name to the expression
she has when I catch her
looking
but it's different from when
she doesn't know i'm watching her
watching me
from the corner of my eye

She never brought up the 'notes'
even the one I wrote out of rage
I don't remember putting it
into her bag

But is she afraid
curious
spiteful
disgusted
What name can I for a fact
put to the face she makes
when she stares

And when I catch her
Poem inspired by a girl at my school... Addy.
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2015
Sentiments, never end
Despite, much being spent
In spite, being transcend
Choosing, heaven or hell

Sentiments, are amusing
Despite, being confusing
In spite, no logical meaning
Again, dragged from the smell

Sentiments, are natural
Despite, coming casual
In spite, behaving usual
Expressions, emotions et al.


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Rhyme scheme is a a a b.
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