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Julia Mae Feb 2016
37.
i remember a pretty boy
with run down smiles and scars on his back
always keeping at bay
something he wouldn't let me reach
i remember a pretty boy
who gave me the most tender of embraces
who didn't believe much in his own self-worth at times
yet believed entirely in mine
i remember a boy
who i held so closely and tightly
within my fingertips
when he was just as broken yet did not want to show it
i remember a boy
of very many secrets
who kept them all
when he took a road separate from mine
i remember a pretty boy
and his shattering love which he so badly tried
i remember
how can i forget?
and i just hope
you are smiling now
more than you ever did
when my presence was around
Nida Mahmoed Feb 2016
What is the subject of the Valentine?
Yes I know you will say’ It’s a love day,
Sending roses to *****,
Singing the love songs,
Drape a bed of rose petals,
But these all are nonsensical,
It’s not touch the soul,
Nor change the slant,
You know why?
Gale is filled up with smell of gunpowder,
Mourning of mother over her son dead body,
I can wish you’ on Valentine day,
Can you tell me one reason to celebrate it?
Can you tell me why Love day; failed to remove cruelty from hearts?
I would love to send you chocolates?
But If I see’ Somali children’s,
I feel nothing,
Trust me; I feel nothing,
I can sing a Valentine song,
But without the understand of meaning,
Still, I wish you’ a Happy Valentine day,
But wait; did you feel it?

By: Nida Mahmoed.
Nida Mahmoed Feb 2016
The steam was rising from a cup of coffee,
I glanced through it,
I caught nothing except emotionless eyes,
Our hearts are frozen,
It was at this very moment,
I realized,
Nothing could melt our hearts now,
I discovered,
We reached to ancient point.

By: Nida Mahmoed.
Nida Mahmoed Feb 2016
The sparkling eyes,
are like firefly'
and this light,
is the very same'
that’s a bright spark in a dark cave.
Breathe,
and I will not walk away'
from this light,
no matter what'
you are shinning in my soul.

By: Nida Mahmoed.
Alexander Scott Jan 2016
we ignore each other
and pretend the other
person doesn't exist
but deep down inside
we both know it wasn't
supposed to end like this
Dyan Santiago Jan 2016
There’s maybe a million of unspoken words I’ve already put into poetry,
When clouds were shrouding the skies above me and all I see is darkness,
When I felt dejected, and when I felt like I’m being surrounded by an air of melancholy,
No poem was ever written because of gratitude and happiness

Writing is what I do when on the verge of breaking down,
But you came and changed the game, the gloomy days are gone
I used to write sad poems before, all that’s found in my face is a frown,
Now I cannot contain my joy, like beautiful sunflowers dancing in the lawn

You are the sun that shone on me after dusky days,
The happy song that finally played on the cassette
You are the guy every actor on romantic movies portrays,
I chose you, that, I won’t regret

I love the warmth of your fingers, entwined around mine
I long for your embrace, craving your lips pressed against my cheek
But just by knowing you feel the same way, I’ll be just fine
Hoping you’ll stay for good because I may not admit it, but without you sweetheart, I’ll be weak

You made me believe in the impossible once more,
You told me distance is never a hindrance, yes I believe you,
Because even when we're miles away, you’re the one this heart beats for
I won’t be writing sad poems ever again, there’s no reason to

In your arms, it feels a lot like home,
In this mad world, you're my happy place, that’s true
After a long wait, finally here’s a happy poem,
This is an ode to my source of happiness, for you my love, I love you
Kuzhur Wilson Jan 2016
It might
Rain today

Can’t be sure
About the clouds
Their
Fecund wanderings

It might rain
Lightning and thunder are certain

Don’t
Be afraid
Or cry along

Just think that
You are watching
Me
Of some life

Just think that
The crows
Of that life
Had come
To see me
Yesterday at dusk

Just think that
One of those crows
Have built its nest
In this life of mine too.


trans : Shyama P
Alexander Scott Jan 2016
you know it's hard
falling asleep at night
with all these thoughts
swarming in my head
remembering all our memories
all our late night talks
and I just lay here
wanting it all back
wanting my happiness back
wanting you back
Alexander Scott Jan 2016
I miss those days
when the skies
would fade to pink
when it smelled
like spring everyday
those days when
we were together
when I held you
while watching the sunset
but those days
are gone now
now my days
are cold and dark
no more spring smell
no more pink skies
because you left
and now
you're someone else's
pink skies
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