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thund3r-bird May 2018
i hate snow but i love winter
you always told me i was a
walking contradiction
but this time when you left
the snow covers the ground
and hides the footprints laid forgotten
when you walked out of our front door
without saying
goodbye
and now my hearts shattering
into a million tiny snowflakes floating
around the sky until it turns to a blizzard
because the more I think of all the fun we had -
the harder the snow falls
swirling around my head like
all the memories we created
just like the snowman in our yard
but eventually the sun came out and he melted
his nose and button eyes falling to the ground
as fast as I fell head over heels
for you
and now I remember why I love winter
but hate the snow
Kellin May 2018
I have let you make footprints
in this town,
And it's haunting when
you're gone
Poetic T Dec 2017
Her ******* were like damp snow,
       teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.

She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
                in the cotton of damp fingerprints.

I never went below the snow,
         sometime
just treading lightly,
       is enough to make her moan.
Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
Dear moon ,
If the sky itself could collapse
And you could fall
I would hold you on my palms
Cause only your daises and twilights define me
The fade knows my darkest secrets
The reflection kisses my wildest dreams
The scintillate stares at my deepest desires
Just look like plaster of Paris
So ***** with footprints
ugly with no color
But still I like you the most
And still love your dark side
Moon is similar to me cause I also have a dark side
Surya Teja Aug 2017
Laying under the starry skies
I often think of him
Neither do I know where he is?
Nor when he would be
He shall live in this world
Long after I leave it
But not entirely gone
It is in his hands now
He might be my savior
Or the one who kills me
He is the last living person
Who shall ever remember me
Before him is a choice
That which affects me, not him
To grant me my death
Or increase my immortality
Will he choose to keep me alive?
How can I be sure of it?
Or will he grant me my death?
How can I be sure of this?
I walked on the sands of time
Hoping to leave a trail
To guide the traveling, weary souls
Of those coming after I’m gone
How does a single footprint
stand against the tide of the ocean
How does a single memory
compare to the rush of memories
Each footprint of mine
As I walked on the sands of time
Started fading behind me
Erasing the trace of me forever
And there lie my footprints
Fading, in the sands of time
Like the trace of my existence
Fading away from the world I called HOME
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
"I've overcome depression"..*
But nights like these it still leaves its muddy footprints
All over my words and drowns me
In thoughts I thought I locked away
Deep in a chest in the back of my mind..
It still stomps through at its own pleasure
As if to remind me
That my minds still not my own
And neither is my life.
That I belong to eternal darkness
Not lost in your warm embrace
Stuck forever in the midst of the chaotic *nothingness...
A more depressingly truthful poem lost in 2014... Leave any thoughts in the comments or feel free to message me privately, I'm always here to talk...
A vague memory
of heaven behind me
I'll walk up,
I'll walk straight up with
cold teeth that shiver
blue gums, that bleed
cold nights with white sheets
and white eyes that don't sleep

with fire beneath my red feet
that bleed, bleed and bleed
Follow my footprints
don't be mistaken
for they do not lead

-Kaya
Abe Bonnevie Jun 2017
I envy the sea
For how quickly it erases
Footprints on the beach
Like no one's ever passed by it,
Because it takes more than
The moon and the whole ocean
When I erase the footprints
And tiptoes you've made
On my shores,
Making a sand castle of your own
To live in,
And God knows when the waves
Would come by
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