#lovepoems poems on Hello Poetry

notthepoethewantstobe Apr 2018

My heart frozen by icy rejection,
Not able to escape this shiv’ring chill,
Never felt the warmth of love’s selection,
Always feeling cold and alone and still.

My soul was frigid from not feeling love,
Frost bitten fingers from no one to touch,
Hopeless that someone fit me like a glove,
Yearning extinguished from burning too much.

Loneliness trapped me like a sheet of ice,
From which I would look out and curse the sun.
Love when love was not returned was my vice,
Prayed to be melted and you were the one.

So you poured out your love and I drank it,
Your love wrapped me in warmth like a blanket.

https://www.bookbaby.com/book/insights-hurt

#poetry #love #warmth #loneliness #lovepoems #wordporn #warmblanket #insightshurt

Brenda Mukisa Apr 2018

About us #2

We always had conversations.
Texting, alot. In the middle of the night, day.... or early in the morning.
When the rest of the world was clearly asleep.
I'd stalk you and text you immediately I saw "online"
Every one thought I was stupid for loving you
I donot know, but can't say I was.
That evening I heard you were back.
I rushed off to see you because I'd missed you.
I wanted to talk to you.
You offered to drive me to the mall.
We had alot to talk about and catch up on.
You told me about her like I knew her.
And maybe at that point I actually knew her through you.
Your descriptions, admiration.....
And just how much your face lit up when you talked about her.
I was happy for you.
She was still giving you a hard time.
Hadn't said yes yet.
And you were impatient for it.
Even when I had every right to be sad
because in my mind, you were mine.
Always had been.
I was happy because one of us was fighting for what they wanted.
She was your type.
Big *** and hips.... ***** to die for... great body.
And me.... just normal. Nothing too big.....
Yet you preferred too big. And that she was.
We talked about her for a while, at least you did.
And all I did was listen and smile.
You were happy and that made me happy as well.
Only difference was, only one of us,
This time around, had hope.

continuation of About us #1

To be Continued....

#us #love #meandyou #lovepoems #sad #happy #poetry

Words of a withering soul Apr 2018

First love

I'm a firm believer that you never truly stop loving your first true love.

My first true love, she was beautiful.

She was beautiful after she had danced under the stars and the moon, finally letting herself be free.

She was beautiful with wind blown hair and sparkling,
mirth filled eyes as we laughed at some joke.

She was beautiful in the way she walked,
with the sassy swing of her hips.

She was beautiful in the way she talked,
the sound of her voice was like music to my ears.

She was beautiful in the way she smiled, the genuine smile that she barely showed anyone,
the one that she said only I ever noticed wasn't forced.

She was beautiful in the way she laughed,
that hearty laugh that made me so happy.

She was beautiful in the way she cared for everyone important to her, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.

She was beautiful in the way she cried, because when she cried in my arms,
it meant she trusted me enough to see her like that.

She was beautiful in the way she smelled, her scent was sweet, something I could only describe as the source of my peace.

She was beautiful, in the way she loved wholeheartedly,
even if I never truly noticed it for my own foolishness.

And she is beautiful as she tries to fight the illness that threatens to take her life, even if the only reason she decided to live, was for others.

©Words of a withering soul

#firstlove #crush #lovepoems #love #poetry

Brenda Mukisa Apr 2018

SO MUCH

I'm so much into you it **** hurts.
Do not tell me that I'll move on because I will not.
I loved you yesterday, I love you now and I will love you tomorrow.
I just know I will.
I wanted to hug and kiss you so hard the first time you smiled at me.
But you are the strongest person I know and you go hard at stuff.
I was afraid you'd reject me hard as well.
You are the kind of girl that gives and withdraws your heart when ever you feel like it.
At-least you strike me as such.
Yet I just love you so hard any way.

You walked in today and all I'd think about was how much I'd missed you
I wanted to hug and hold you... so much
You just smiled at me while saying hello and went off to hug some one else.
I wished so much that it was me.
I watch you every day, every time I can.
You smile about the most normal things and worry too much when things do not go your way.
I wish I'd hold your hand through it all. the good and the bad.
To make you realize your not alone.
And you do not have to be.

I need you ....so much.

some one I know inspired this poem. I just imagined what he feels.

#love #friendship #forever #poems #poetry #lovepoems #bestmoments #youandi #happypoems

notthepoethewantstobe Apr 2018

Love and Mistakes

I love you
                You know that
                        When I’m perfect
                        And everything I do
                        Is just right
                 But when mistakes happen
                         I’ll do things wrong
                        And you might not even know
                        And I’ll be sorry
I’ll still love you
                 You might not feel safe
                        When I was wrong
                        And not the man
                        You thought I was
                I’ll want to comfort you
                        I’ll try to rise up
                       And be the lover
                       You deserve
I’ll always love you
                Forgiveness might be hard
                        And I’ll fall
                        On my knees
                        Seeking you
                 But I’ll need your compassion
                        Because I would
                        Never intend
                        To hurt you.
Because I love you.

https://store.bookbaby.com/book/insights-hurt

#poetry #lovepoems #beinginlove #mistakeshappen #forgiveness #lovewillsavetheday #love #hurt #insightshurt #readthreelevelsseparately

Alyssa Apr 2018

Hurricane

Life is a hurricane
Wind blows you down
Rain washes away the pain of the storm

Bright skies are ahead
First darkness envelopes
Creeps in and hits you when you least expect it

We are all waves
Crashing into one another
Drowning in the noise and chaos
Hoping for rescue

One day it will come
Again, when you least expect it
The clouds will vanish and the waters will calm

Love is the rescue.

#lovepoems #waves #different

Brenda Mukisa Apr 2018

Fast Love

I am looking for fast love
the kind that touches me and tingles spread
the kind that smiles and I can not not smile back
the kind that laughs loudly with me over funny stuff
or holds me tight on cold nights
or just because he can
the kind that gets matching tattoos and stays
the kind that kisses me with need and want
in between ice cream with cold lips
or on hot days when we think no one is watching
the kind that makes breakfast with me on weekends
in pajamas or just his shirt
we can watch movies all day with his hand over me
small or deep kisses anytime whenever
calls to say they miss you because they did not see you last night
eats out of the box and drinks wine from the bottle on lazy nights with me.
says they love me sincerely and I see it in their eyes
I do not know how long I have got here.
so a fast love is all I have time for
meet me, hear me, know me, understand me and love me quickly
a fast love is all I have got time for

loveme, lovemwa and love ME.

#lovepoems #poetry #brendamukisa #love #romance #forevers #lovelypoems #dreams #futureme

Brenda Mukisa Apr 2018

Dear mother

You are,
Mother of mine.
So small yet so wise
worrying about small things too much
perfect must be perfect for you to appreciate
you'd build a mountain out of nothing in every sense
you've loved me proudly, fiercely and protectively

Worrying about me on days I choose not to notice
having all the hope in the world in me
you belive in me
but above all... you wish me too much best.

Mother of mine
she dances on busy streets when she is happy
holds information of bigger towns in a small town
smiles wholly
tells every one who cares to listen that I will visit
stays up all night waiting for me.
And sits with me till the sleep comes for me.
takes time off to hang with me all day

Mother of mine
I will try my best to love you as much as I know how
I wish to hold your tender small body and hug you forever
pour all my love to you
to show you how much I love and care for you.
I may not scream it, but I love you.
Dearest mother.

#love #family #poetry #friendship #sincerity #lovepoems

Sobriquet Apr 2018

I am not that lover

I am not the lover you once held,
a body full of dark and doubt,
hand sewn skin stretched thin
over bones
angry oceans spilling out.

I am not the lover your mind still holds,
a body made from the edges of a dream
slipping through your fingers,
to settle in the dust and bittersweet of a memory.

I am a lover you no longer know
a body full of soil and growth,
hand sewn skin stretched thin
over new flowers and undergrowth.

#love #growth #flowers #lovepoems

Brenda Mukisa Mar 2018

Met

I met you.
you walked in, perfect sense of style and classy phone
your big beard didn't make sense to others but did to me
it seemed to make you so male and perfect and I liked that.
I didn't see you as perfect, I just saw you as mine possible.
the kind of attraction didn't make sense to me either
I cannot point out what I loved most about you.
I just loved you with a love so gentle, perfect and innocent.
I think I'm over you until I remember you and sometimes it feels like I will always be gripped.

I met him.
He walked through the corridor.
with his hat on, full jumper, jeans and African print back pack.
he looked perfect in his shorts...had your sense of style.
but most importantly, he had your beard.
then he removed his sweater and showed his tattoos.
he smoked like a chimney and drunk enough not to get high.
I always hated the smell of cigarettes until I met him
maybe it was the way the smoke mixed up with his cologne.
giving him his unique scent that I hold onto on a t shirt in my closet.
I couldn't wash it in case I lost that scent, so I just kept it.
one meeting, many hugs, one kiss one night....
and he was gone too.... forever

I met you through another
its what I tell my self because I cannot seem to forget you both
the guys with the beard.
you made me look at beards different.
he added tattoos and cigarettes to the list.....

I miss you both.

#lovepoems