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-elixir- Jul 2020
How long till your
tongues stop
spitting arrows of
assumptions of
delusional malice
against me?
Does it feel good,
to stoop so low
for your apparent
ego,
that you deceive
yourself into spewing
lores of lies?
These arrows will miss
me, as I sway to
my nature of mind.
And you will go on
for,
how long?
Navi Jul 2020
How do people write about love?
It is effortless, like staring off into the flowers edge of meadows.
I write about it, accidental
When the waves are crashing on these peaks
Here comes he in the middle of the sea.
It grows frustrating to say but "This was not meant to be about you"
I would constantly say, laugh at myself but in truth I'm afraid.
What if those words hold some relevance to you.

You've ****** me off to high heavens but god forbid you're the cause of such loneliness.
What is a love poem to a person that is experiencing something new?
He is my Fire Cannon burst through that ships side.
They'll be sinking sure enough just like me beloved heart.
In a cheesy story the girl would faint.
Echoed voices

He'd call me a dork.
CMXIClement Jun 2020
To be captured,
by the radiance in your eyes,
the flow of your hair.

To be enamored by your grace,
to be a guest of honor in your life.
to be a recipient of what makes people love you.

To be a part of your family, and a family for once.
To have a place in your lineage, and a place for once.
To have a place in your heart, and someone's heart for once.

I'm independent, yet I want to be claimed.
I'm my own person, but I want to be owned.
I'm my own man, but I want to be someone's.
Bhill Jun 2020
who really knows
who really understands
how is it true
or not
does the homeless person know what time it is
did the ant you stepped on feel anything
the sunset shared by millions across the globe, was it appreciated
was it valued
desert winds, stirring up the ancient sands, is it admired
is it honored
waters in the clouds, falling with raw force to the earth, is it glorified
is it
how do you know
how do you know

Brian Hill - 2020 # 168
Well, is it?
Katie Jun 2020
I don’t know how to feel,
So I feel nothing at all.
Rose's poems May 2020
How do I stop hurting myself for you
You’re winning, aren’t you
You’re not thinking about me, are you
But I can’t stop thinking about you
I’m hurting myself for you
Is it for you
Is it for what you did for me
Is it for what you did to me
Zoë May 2020
How can I love myself
When I keep breaking my own heart
How can I move on
When I fall right back down

Running to hide away
No strength left to stay
I've got a long way ahead
But want to give up instead

How can I love myself
When there's nothing to like
How can I move on
When it's all I've ever known

Arriving in an empty space
Tears running down my face
Walked away to end up here
It all confirmed my fear

How can I love myself
After all this pain
How can I move on
When I've got nothing to gain
GreenWitch May 2020
How
How do you even like me? What do you even like about me that makes you keep saying you love me everyday?

How do you keep those thoughts at the forefront of your mind as you watch my daily failures?

How do I also attain this level of love for you?
Just some feelings going on lately
Aditya Roy May 2020
Is it a familiar
Feeling
That we ask why when we wonder how?
This is a poem on heartbreak.
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