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Kerri Nov 2015
When I'm tumbling through
my DARKEST of dreams,
a vast blackness
of unwavering fear,
Your evanescent glow
flashes in
my hazy iris,
until I'm gently pulled
into the safety of
my haven of tears.
I just want  you to know,
I mean to say im over you right now
Im trying my best to forget you
All you've done and said to me the moment you gave up on us

I guess we are not meant for each other
At least there will be no hesitation for me to be with someone else since we're over
I wish the same thing with you
Goodluck in finding a girl better than me

I will never talk to you again
Except when you're the one who starts the conversation
Enough of the chases
It is really tiring and unworthy

Goodbye.
Have a good life ahead.
I don't want to retrieve the poems back.
I don't love you anymore
This is not really my last poem. Inspired by the red notebook of my brother, that is why I am dedicating this to him. hahaha
Steele Jun 2015
And I
want you to realize
what your lashes hide away.

And I
want to be behind those eyes
when you look at me that way.

And I
feel my irises dilate, and my glance falls astray
from those orbs that mesmerize and catastrophize
my love struck brain,

And I
Just wonder, as my heartbeat flies...
As my gaze takes in the flush of your cheeks... (as I flush mine)
Though that gaze won't dare rise
to those laughing stars on your face.
I wonder... Tell me, since I'm suddenly shy.
Do your eyes... does your heart dilate the same?
Hey. I noticed you noticing me noticing you... Coffee?
Leona Jun 2015
An island of green
In the midst of a sea of white

A surge, a jolt
within white silence

The vapor
in the depths of the fog

A demon
lost in the clouds and hazy blue

Like lightning
Striking darkness twice

Scattered, her eyes of many colors.
A figurative depiction of the eye.
Tom McCubbin Apr 2015
I tighten my lens to see her world
more clearly, tiny wild bearded iris
speaking to me in the morning breeze.

We converse in this unknown tongue
I learned on the morning path along
green hills by the sea, a sort of

way of saying things people have
forgotten. Philosophers make their
guesses, ask their fuzzy questions,

but iris will have none of that; just
posing for a day dressed in spring
best, and begs me to snap her photo

as she will soon undress, go brown,
weep in twisted forms of sorrow,
change in a way some day I'll know
Life is like a daffodil
Beautiful but wondrous still
Death is like a crimson rose
May cause you pain, or hurt your foes
Love is a generic flower
So variant, but full of power
And then there's you, an iris of sorts
Your life so meaningful and yet so short
everything is beautiful if you take time to really look at it
H W Erellson Feb 2015
Out there with the shingled road
shimmering in the white sun
squinting into the periphery,
burnt ragged and raw retinas

dilation

out there in the slathering of sky
sleeps your soul
For much more of my writing, check out my blog:
http://miragesofleavesinspring.blogspot.co.uk/
fairydust Jan 2015
°·○Part 1
I created a secret garden.... 
Around my heart.... 
No one will see the beauty.... 
I hide inside.... 
Not the beautiful roses.... 
Or the dancing lilies.... 
Not the tulips that kiss the sky....
Or the tantalizing orchids....
Not the smiling daisies....
Or the purity in the irises....
Built walls much too high.... 
For anyone to climb.... 
Guarded by a strong wood door.... 
A big metal lock.... 
Can't break down these walls.... 
I won't let anyone get near.... 
Prove to me your worth.... 
Show me your key.... 
Will it fit my lock....? 
We shall wait and see.... 


°·○Part 2
I tried your key it fit my lock....
But after taking a walk in my garden....
You walked away....
Leaving the doors open....
Taking your key....
Forgetting to lock it up again....
And now my flowers....
Are slowly wilting....
The roses no longer have their beauty....
The lilies lost their will to dance....
The tulips no longer kiss the sky....
The orchids have become repulsive....
The daisies no longer smile....
The irises have lost their innocence....
Do you even care....
That I opened the doors....
To these great big walls....
Opening my heart....
Opening myself up to you....
I trusted you....
December 3, 2013
Nichol Chan Aug 2014
Night after night
I imagine myself
Being strewn across the ocean sky
Like a little star fading in and out of time
Moments of everlasting infinite irises
Block out my vision
Poetic T Oct 2014
The voice burnt upon my brain
I wanted to speak, to be alone
But it was like a
Candle
Flame
That grew to
******
Scorching my mind
It was the darkness that
Encroached upon my
Every thought, desires
Twisted
Perverted
Darkened
By this voice that's  not mine
In the depths of my mind it
"Shrieks"
My ears permanently ringing
You have imprinted on thoughts
"I don't want"
"I do want"  
"I don't know what I want"
Stop this trickery upon my mind
I am possessed by a
Whisper
That spoke untruths that  
Shouted
Screamed
Silent
Is my voice now
"This voice is mine"
"The voice you knew is no more"
I'm screaming through my iris,
The window to my soul
Will any one hear my silent voice
This voice that speaks is not know my own
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