Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dear Venus of my Heart,

The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.

Imagine I a long-lasting love, a motto that guards me of any break. An unpierceable vowel, a couple for life, to live like lions loyal, bold and courageous yet entwined. So, to pour my emotions akin to the biblical flood and undergo an Ophelia, or even a Mimì, to subversion it distresses me. The motivations of mine may map me as an adamant, but I am a romantic, a believer of one true love. I just worry my machine shall yield to the snap of the edge and the ever yearly youthful yearning of restless consummation repels me. While passion is the feeling of the flesh, love is the feeling of the soul; one mate shall be fate. And my soul longs for you in spite of the lonely length that loosens our bonds.

Thus, out of my outrageous offense, I repent. I lament my vanity, this vividly voracious scruple of kissing way before and tragically after the priest's last words without a care for the bride. I apologize for this erroneous early enamor and the ceaseless insistence to the raw departure, leaving echoes of you in pictures of us. But now alas is time for my final parting, to let go because move on I shall. Heart breaks for heart's sake.

Forever and always,
H

PS: The fog shrouded our cabin of dreams. I feared going back to our place. But doubt no longer clouds my view, so I cleared the mist. Still, the chimney's black stains cannot be cleaned. Hope for this house rests on its grave. However, a new home is just around the corner. It is up to you to build it with me. I will be waiting.
This poem is a love letter to the person the previous two pieces were written for. It establishes that I finally found a way to move on and ends the first chapter of the anthology. From all the poems in it, this was actually the last one I wrote. Luckily, I actually got to reconnect with the recipient, yet I have not shared my poems with her.
Maria Jan 2021
Oh moon,
Will you tell me
With your pearly eyes

Why is it
That those who have felt the kiss of tragedy
Can make joy for themselves
Can live their lives in peace
But those who live on the highest hill
So close to your paradise
Must create suffering for themselves?

What secrets do you whisper
So delicately, that they pass by our ears
And flutter to the lowest parts of the Earth
To be picked up
By the hopeless
The broken
The empty

That makes them shine so radiantly
With the light
Of a smile?
Hello! I hope you are doing well today ♥
I am fairly new to poetry, so I know there is still some work to be done on this poem. If you have any suggestions on how to improve this, I would appreciate it!
Brad James Jan 2021
(Dedicated to someone I've known, liked, and loved since 2009.)

I've never been brave enough to tell you this,
But I love you more than words can say.
Although, I don't know if I should say.

I'm not gonna try to fight this anymore,
My heart's been thrown right onto the floor.

I don't want our friendship to be forgotten,
Because somewhere down the road
Lies a bed of snow.

On that bed of snow, we'll lie,
in the middle of the night,
gazing upon a thousand stars,
pointing on the one that's ours.

I wish you knew how good you are,
You've kept me hoping for a long, long time.

I wish you could see thyself thru my eyes,
You're the perfect woman in an imperfect world.

If I could be honest, for just a little while,
These are the words I would speak to you:

You're the highlight of my day,
The reason that I wake.
You're the woman in my dreams,
whom's face I cannot see.
But in my memory,
your face is clear to me.

I never told you how much you mean to me.
You are more than just a pretty face,
You're smart, you're funny, but most of all you're brave.

I don't think you know how brave you are,
You've entered a world full of hatred, war, and pain.
Yet somehow, you're still standing through it all,

I'm not even trying to rhyme no more,
I just write words my heart decides.

I've made mistakes a lot,
Some I made with you.

I wish I never knew you,
So I could meet you for the first time,
All over again.

I remember a night we had,
And I was scared as hell!
We were laying on the couch
And you rest your head on my chest
We weren't doing anything at all,
And it's the best memory I have.

I wish that I could look into your eyes for the first time,
Put your hair behind your ear,
And take you by the hand
And send you across the floor
And take you even closer back.

When life throws a mean right hook,
You dodge and throw one back.
I admire that.

I can look you in the eyes forevermore,
You can always be assured there's a future here with me,
Because I love you more than words can say,
But it is okay if you don't feel the same.

I do not know if we share the feeling that I feel,
I do not know if you will one day break my heart,
But if you did, that would be on me.

Because I know that this is true,
The feeling that I feel for you.

You don't have to love me back,
But my love for you is here to stay,
And I hope that one day
you will be okay with that.
letters to basil Dec 2020
dear basil,

stop.
look up.
your flowers
are growing.

don't miss it.

love,
basil
WHEREVER YOU ARE ON YOUR ROAD TO RECOVERY: YOU ARE DOING AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <3

this has been a caps lock psa

28.12.2020
letters to basil Dec 2020
dear basil,

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
are all spelled the same

so why wait for a different number?

you don't need a new year
to be a new person

you just need one moment

love,
basil
my new years resolutions always ****

28.12.2020
letters to basil Dec 2020
dear basil,

maybe it does cost
$0.00 to be a
"good person"

but for some reason
it is a whole lot easier to be
"nice"
when you can afford to be
"alive"

so
shut up

love,
basil
idfk the world is kinda ******
maria Dec 2020
> 2:50am
So, I asked about fairy wings
when I was 11;
   you never delivered.
   In case you want to make up for me,
I will be just fine
with a true lover instead.
That should be easier.
Isn't it?
<
-Delivered 2:52am

-New message 2:53am
From: Santa
>
I'm bringing you your wings
<
Well looks like true love can't be find even from santa

Written on December 26, 2020
© ,Maria
UV Dec 2020
I always put away the pen instead of painting you in
How can I win describing?
Nothing I could write would ever hold a candle to how you make me feel.
My words fail me unlike your love.
You weren’t a shallow promise
Not a lovers dream
You’re real
Behind the mask it’s just you
In loving you I’m made kinder
To the world, myself and the rest.
Cause I see you in your infinite facets
I’ve known for long it takes imperfections
To make a true masterpiece.
To steal a quote from those who came before me
‘Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror’
And baby I’ve been terrified since the day we kissed.

-UV
Quote mentioned is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Next page