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Vivian Jun 2015
What kind of life is this where we can never be together?
Our dreams of meeting eye to eye have been shut down forever.
I thank the God of all the world for creating you and me,
But how he chose to map our life, I never will agree.
I've heard about your beauty, and I've longed to see your glow.
I wonder what you're like, and I hate that I don't know.
When I come out you start to leave in the opposite direction.
I try to make you stay a while and glimpse on your perfection.
It seems that we've been taking turns coming out to play.
God has never let us coexist; together Night and Day.
I, the sun, will never count the stars with you at night.
You, the moon, will never spend a day with me in sight.
I guess that it's our destiny to live this long life separate.
Tragic love's not only made for Romeo and Juliet.
Annie Jun 2015
She looked at him with philia
As if she stood a chance
In her bedroom, she created a world
A dream of New York, Rome and France

All she wanted was him,
But she poetized her love on papers,
Like a child tells a pet,she wrote
"Darling,I will fight it like a scrapper."

She longed for a peek from him,
For, in him, her world dwelled
And when saw him beamishing,
All over again in love ,she fell

Then one day he went away,
Over the seas, over the bay,
She mourned ,lamented,
And finally gave way,

In her last breath she said,
**"I am strong and I could still fight,
I had regarded him as my life,
But I want to see him one last time."
Miranda Leigh May 2015
For what it was tell me anon
Lest my heart turn and run
Away from Verona, Cursed land
That else was dealt a Wounded hand
In gloomy streets do shadows cry
For the Love of my life that did Die
Deep in her Earthen bed
From her breast drew red
By her own lovely manner
So down came the War banner
And so in quiet despair
With a quick, desperate Prayer
I lay down next to her in the tomb
And return to the Mother's womb
This is my fail at a poem about Romeo and Juliet. Yes I do realize that Romeo was already dead before Juliet stabbed herself, but this is just for recreational purposes so don't get your ******* in a twist.
Blue Angel May 2015
You're Romeo and I'm Juliet
You are a Montegue and I'm a Capulet
I fell for you, when we first met
Though forbidden to see you, I still fled
My dad kept me away, and that hurt in many ways
He didn't see you from the inside out
He judged a book by it's cover
I explained to him you were different, because he didn't want to hear it
He saw the look in my eyes
The fire of fear of losing you
Losing you was too much
But I'm no longer 10, I'm 17 who is madly in love with my boyfreind and nothing can change that. I might be a scratched up Diamond, but as long as I still have my shine, I'm alright
I've been in a relationship for  a 1 year and 4 months, and I'm 17 turning 18 in 2 months, I love Wesley and nothing will change that
Neex Apr 2015
He said to me with swollen eyes,
"Heaven is better than this,
  So if there is no purpose for my living,
  Why delay my rapture. I love you,
  But I'm only going to Hurt you if I stay."

A peck on my lips,
"Go, run home!"
And he ran,
I yelled and cried,
He ran and ran,
I stood, so scared,
With tears in my eyes,
Gun shots in the air.

No one could help him.
"It wouldn't be suicide,"
The words he said echoed in my head,
"I'm just going to be in the wrong place,
At the right time."

I ran and ran,
Cried and cried,
I couldn't watch,
It was a blood bath,
A riot.

I ran home,
Ran and ran;
But home was where he was,
And I didn't know where that was.

I cried and cried,
And in that moment I was certain,
*My soul had died.
I don't even know where this came from, but I feel it, the pain, the reality.
The indescribable spark in those eyes
That which you cannot disguise
To glimpse or breathe or gaze
Fleeting moments to sustain my days
Innocence defined by your rebel blue
Flicked lash knows what I would do
To have your all, all I would give
Blood Love Breath, to see you live
Gentle brow to graceful cheek
Supple lines that my hand doth seek
Mouth full, sweet nectar tips
Pouty passion pulls on my lips
Fingers find fresh flaxen hair
Sensually stroking silken air
Inhalation intoxication jasmine scent
Invokes memory of Montegue's lament
For that chap did eternally yearn
Yet ironic ending, love's lesson learned
To capture the heart yet never keep
Once lost, Love leaves you to weep
I knew one day you would come
Fluid love, fleshy feel, hugs from
Wanting more than I deserve
Of your flowing female curve
Irresistible smile scars my soul
Cupid's sting has taken it's toll
Sydney Ann Jan 2015
-You impress me in so many ways
No, the only thing that impresses me now days is your closed mind and your closed imagination
-You never intend anything bad; you're pure hearted
Sure, Unless it's an authority figure in your way, and with your nasty comments you aren't pure
-You never give up on the things that count
Except grades and morals, not to mention my beliefs.
-You're modest, smart, funny, a good talker, and a great person. This is why I love you unconditionally as a human being.
You're an idiot most of the time, I can't text you for 5 minutes without getting bored, but I remember how I loved you.
-You're polite, not critical unless you need to be
To me, at least**
-You have a sense of humor
-You're not fake and you don't pretend to be what you're not
-You own up to your mistakes
I know everyone says their love was the strongest, but I think ours was really something. I just now found out how people called us Romeo and Juliet, EVERYONE, even people like three grades above us and two grades below us knew about us, we were the role models. We never fought, we were the perfect little comedy act, we never realized at the time, but even in public we would stare, literally stare for like forever, at each other and life would move on around us. It wasn't coincidence that 2 seats were always left on that bench because people were waiting for us. I ask a friend, to this day, if she's in love with the guy she's been dating for months, and her automatic reaction is "I guess, but not like you and ____ were..."
sun stars moons Dec 2014
so sick of wasting words
on these formalities

honesty and truth is
I'll never be the same again

please never leave my side.
a re-written Dear Juliet lyric.
Ruthie Dec 2014
What have we got in our favour?
The more I think, the more the list of flaws grows....

Age, eighteen.... Thirty.....
That's an alarm bell in itself.
But if I say I'm twenty one, and you say you're twenty six... We can get away with that.

Pasts...
You've done so much, you've travelled and seen the world, you're living your dream. What am I? Some girl from a small town, still living with her parents. That little girl saw opportunity and grasped it in both hands. You like that about her. About me. But you still know I need to live, before I can even dream of loving you right.

Timing.....
That night, our first kiss...
You told me 'our timing is awful.' And honestly it's not the first time I've heard that... And we've moved past that first kiss. Way past it. But you and I both know the score. Because you've got to pretend to love her, and I've got to pretend it doesn't hurt me so **** much that I feel like ripping my own throat out......
But that's life.
'Good things come to those who wait' and whatever other cliche saying exists...

But you know what bothers me most, the biggest flaw in all this. We are in love. But we really really can't be. It's forbidden, but oh so intoxicating.
A beautiful mess.
That we can only clean up in the distant future......
So for now our broken hearts can lay scattered on the floor.

Until we meet again... My 'friend'
...
True story
...
unwritten Nov 2014
i.

your love is like that
of romeo and juliet.
you fit perfectly,
like puzzle pieces,
and despite the raging seas,
you both man the sails
of your eager ship.

ii.

the night sky
is empty,
for all the stars are now in your eyes.
and you have all the blueprints planned out
as though you've forgotten that life
is not a house.

you keep on running,
as though you've forgotten that life
is not a track.

you keep on loving,
as though you've forgotten that life
spares no one

(not romeo, not juliet).


iii.**

and just like romeo,
and his dear juliet,
in the end,
you will both come crashing down.

(a.m.)
**.
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