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Johnny walker Dec 2018
I believe I've probably died a thousands deaths since my wife passed on but I'm still here for I have to be In order to keep her memory
alive
I have to remain here no one else can do this In the time I have left In this world, need to keep writing, some where some how someone will read her poems and publish
them
For all the world to
read and then I'll be allowed to rest In peace I will have kept my
promise
To make her known through out the world for the beautiful person she
was
Purpose In this to make my Helen known throughout the world for the beautiful person she really was
Sophia Dec 2018
you kiss me in my dreams
my unheard love for you
it shakes, it quakes, it aches
my unheard love for you

you choose to ignore it
my unheard love for you
you made me believe you were deaf
my unheard love for you

you kept me by your side despite
my unheard love for you
i grew to love you more and more
my unheard love for you

you broke my heart in pieces
my unheard love for you
because unknowingly and known
my love for you
was no longer
unknown
Brynn S Nov 2018
A continuation of life is to look for death
Searching and craving with each simple step
A purpose thereafter sets how you lived
Belief in the invisibility of a creature
Dependability on those yet to be glanced
What if the end of the search is darkness?
What if it is light?
being famous isn’t celebrities,
red carpets, flashing cameras
or Hollywood gossip.

it’s a 3am phone from a friend
needing bail money

it’s an old girlfriend writing
“****” on the side of your car

it’s your wife doing a well being
check on you when you’re sick

it’s the toughest guy in town
choosing to fight you over
any one else in the bar

it’s your mothers smile when
you make her laugh

it’s your daughters scream when
you take her down the water slide

it’s an act of thoughtfulness
that you exist
that you are known
that someone out there
possibly many others
care for you
and love you.
Hope One Day Oct 2018
Have you ever been in a situation where you feel,

you have experienced this before even though you haven't?
you have been to this place before even though you haven't?
you have seen this person before even though you haven't?
you have known this person you have just met for all your life even though you haven't met them before?
you can read every frown on their face telling a story?
Does this happen because our spirits come out to play together and visit the places when we all are asleep?
Seanathon Sep 2018
I want to go beyond your clouded skies
Love deeper than the ocean bed
And lie peacefully beneath the trees of ease
My love and I
Quietly watching the leaves float by
Almost titled this "Shared Vision"
rebecca Jul 2018
Sometimes I’d rather be invisible
than be ****** in the spotlight.
No one expects the world,
when you’re living in your own.
So sometimes I’d rather be invisible,
then be noticed. Known.
Dominique R Jun 2018
What do I know
I know nothing
I am known by no one
except One
icantbearmyself Jun 2018
I got a message
from a psichology
student

I panicked
and blocked
his messages
without thinking

I never realized
how scared I was
of being known
stopdoopy Jun 2018
I should've known
all this time
how I got over new friends
the hurt when you didn't tell me first
frothy anger when I found out about the first
trying to take your time, "protect you"  
overbearing
jealous
conceited
daydream about kissing you...
but we were friends
the first poem...
friends?
that night in November when I came to conclusion...
I felt we were- could be more than friends
you felt the same but
there was a second man already
and I had to put my delusion aside
and be happy for you
and for myself...
based off a past relationship, I didn't like how jealous I was and it disgusted me
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