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the eyes of the heart
be hidden
between the opening
and shutting…them

mine lays
naked before you
in silence
…in view

lift me your eyes
BOOM

…it’s presence
in this quiet room
She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.
In Time
To be understood, that’s all I needed.
To be touched, not just skin-deep but soul deep.
But I was never truly seen.

My eyes dulled hollowed.
Yours… gone.
I watched from behind invisible bars
As you kept living.

A hollow man, buried in memories.
Stuck in the past,
Convicted by what I did,
By what we were,
By your love, your promises.

And I still wonder…
Did God turn His face from me?
Did your eyes ever really care?
Was I just a stepping stone on your cruel little journey?

“I love you,” I whispered,
Heart still waiting for you to come home.
Mind frozen in time,
A relic waiting to be remembered.
12am and a cupa latte does it.
Julie 7d
He falls softly on her lap
Watching the stars
"They’re beautiful," he whispers
"But darling, you’re looking into my eyes," she says ~
They shimmer through my every ache. He whispers softly, still lost in her gaze.
— Julie
Julie May 4
𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭”
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 —
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, “𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.”
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴,”𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.— 𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦
my first time here
Nice to meet y'all
I'm julie
polina May 5
You’re so beautiful. And you know it, don’t you?
Your capable hands holding my heart in their grip
Squeezing it tight with each glance my way

And maybe I don’t love you as deeply as love means;
Maybe this is nothing but a fading crush
But I wish I saw you more often, saw the glitter of those chocolate eyes
And the feeling of your coat’s leather under my fingers
I wish you came more, because most of all
I just want to be your friend.
Melvyn Tiong May 4
I loved you the first time
I loved you the last time
Mon amour, your eyes, like a peacock feather kissed by the sun, glancing between emerald and sapphire, as if nature blessed your eyes with petrichor and the scent of endless blue.

Hair like wheat fields, a lion's mane swirled with amber and gold.
Curls soft and elegant
Unadorned but intricate

You stood with peau beige skin
Warm but yet so cold and unsure
It glimmers in the sun, ivory white
Unbleached, untouched.

You werent just perfect, your heart was as kind as the first rain after a drought, gentle, soaking into the cracks.
Love soft, kind, Agape and selfless.
All the things you do, the ways you move, they send me straight to heaven.
This is my first poem being posted on hello poetry, I honestly don't know how to use this.
I wrote this poem while drinking a Latte at 2am and thinking abt my first love so yeah
Maria May 4
I want to look into your gentle eyes
And drown in them for days and nights at all!
I miss your eyes, where spring lies close.
I'm sad for them, I'm melancholy whole.

My body's darted with a shiver all at once,
When I begin to think of your strong hands.
I know, you'll never come again, my loving
And I will have only my deepest sense.

I miss your chiselled and your noble profile,
Your captivating and so sensual lips.
I wish I could hand back again even on one day
Your blessed soft voice, just though in my sleeps.
Again about love... 🧡
Thank you for reading this poem!💖
Leora May 4
There was red, and there was blue.
Can’t forget orange, yellow, and purple too.
There’s one missing,
So vibrant and bright—
It’s the color of life,
Reminds me of something pure.
It’s the cure to sadness,
My true happiness.
It’s imprinted in my brain;
I’ll never forget the color’s shade.
It’s his eyes—
My forever and true light.
Vrinda May 3
"Why do you treat me right?
talking late in the night
staring in your pretty eyes
you're so pretty, that I might
might pull up a fight
the stars above shine oh so bright
yet, I only see you far in sight
why?"
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