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ag Nov 2020
I got used so much with your words that it’s the only thing that I’m trusting between us. But by the time you hold me with your arms, I never thought I could love you more than I am giving.

I admit, the world is really scary for us, yet there were no days that went by of me thinking ‘why’d you still choose me?’. But I never heard you stutter on how much you would love to choose me countless times.  

Here we are, hiding under our blankets while sharing the moments being alone together and how we just realized we’re too comfortable with our own skin.

But blankets can’t hide us long, can it?
Mrs Anybody Oct 2020
how would
it feel

to kiss
your lips?

to feel
your arms
protectively
around me?

to feel
your love?
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mark soltero Oct 2020
my skin is cold
but you’re hot within
so i don’t mind
when you’re with him
i might be lying
just please remember
the places we built
don’t take him
i can’t watch you go by tonight
Lee Jackman Oct 2020
Why do nice guys always come last?
Iv got so much love to give.
I would do everything in my power to give you the best life.
I would be loyal.
You would be loved.
You could trust me with everything.
Our children would know a loving father.
But it feels like you dont want that.
It feels like you would rather be with a player.
It feels like you would rather be cheated on.
It feels like you would rather you children didnt know there father.
Maybe you dont really want the nice guy?
Please excuse any spelling, Im dyslexic. I have not had the confidence to share any of my poems until very recently. So kind words please
alexandra Oct 2020
i love you more than my heart is capable of loving.
each beat echoes my love for you.
your love pours within my veins,
fills my body,
and warms me.

your love gives me life.
Emotionless, in pain it's not mundane
It's insane, where is all the shame
I'm not to blame, so where's my fame
I came into this world full of life and wonder
Just to have it all torn asunder
To be dragged under with the roar of thunder
Buried up to my neck, to be kept in check
All but broken, I remained outspoken
Weeks gone by the toll of a token, I remained unbroken
Walked on, spat on, ****** and shat on
Slowly, sanity left as if taken by theft
Dying inside and out looking worse than a trout
Suddenly, a speck of rust, breaks away all of the dust
Surely this must be a chance to get a glance of a new freedom
So I stand without a demand, not giving a ****
Few words go through what remains of my own brain
Emotionless, in pain, not mundane, just insane there is no blame for not having shame in any sort of fame
Ellie Grace Sep 2020
She burnt too bright for a time
and then like all things that age,
she burnt into nothing at all
LAICEY Sep 2020
you’re great at storytelling and
i could fall asleep to the sound
of your voice as it recounts a memory.
but i don’t want to be a part of your story.

i'm not one to be religious but i do hope to
god that i don't become one of them as
you remember the ghosts of us out loud
on the phone at 3am to another like me.

don’t let me be just your character development.
bring me on your entire journey and
let me remain the one you call at 3am
when you're dying to tell all the stories that you’ll have to tell in our future.

i don't want to be a part of your story.
i want to be your reality.
© LAICEY Poems September 2020
Notepad Sep 2020
As the rhythm starts,
my mind would dance,
to it's mesmerizing tunes,
I'd forget the past,
Dancing alone with my melancholy flowers
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