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I really want to meet you
But something is stopping me
And something is stopping you
How would that be possible?

So many obstacles are in the way
That sometimes I want to give up
Because I am losing hope
And I don't want to get hurt

But I also want to keep going
Because I have enough regrets
In my life that I could take
Life is too short to not take leaps of faith

So maybe the advice I could give myself
Is to keep going, keeping going
Because life is too short
And my life has already too many "what ifs"

And another thing to remember
Is to not expect anything
Because that is when you'll truly be hurt
Just live in the moment, that's all it takes

For now, it's enough for me to know
That we will be meeting each other
Someday.sometime. And hopefully soon.
But for now I bid adieu, from someone who really want to meet you.
Akhil Bhadwal Mar 2015
Few days back, returned from a marriage
With my katz-en-jam-mer-ed bud, in a typical Himachli carriage
Half the journey, I was accompanied by
After parting ways at station, we bid each other bye

Continuing thereafter, the journey, I went into a slumber dim
Unaware, that the signal went out from my SIM
Someone, looking about 25, sat into my lateral sight
Looking sober, he asked about a familiar site

Involving his step family, he told me his unfair tale
Hearing upon which, I let pity sail
Somethings do happen for worse, told myself
Nothing remains forever, he added words on my shelf


|AB|
This poem describes a short meeting with an unknown person with really bad and troubled situation. He explained me with his situation, that was really painful to hear. This poem follows a a b b rhyme scheme.
Meg Howell Mar 2015
Only fools speak that life is solely about being happy
for if life was for personal happiness,
no one would actually be happy
Life is about connections,
meeting strangers in odd places,
eating Chinese takeout while reading your favorite book at 2 in the morning
It's hard working days and sleepless nights
Sad days spent by yourself
The love of two broken people
God and his promise
The fresh smell of the first day of spring
Life is happy and sad
But in the end, it isn't half bad,
For these torn-up moments make us into who we are
You've come so far
Life isn't about being happy. It's more than that. This may be why the people who know so much about the world, are actually sad inside. God doesn't make everyone to be happy, but he sure knows what he's doing.
xx Mar 2015
I walked in the rain
On a summer day
Wond'ring if that face
Would show up again
I took each step
With the fog in my eyes
I want to get lost
But can't help standing by
I watched my past
As if I'm watching you coming near
And all that's coming
Are all of my fears
Rain of my thoughts
Kept coming on point
Maybe you would
But maybe you won't
sweatshop jam Mar 2015
i saw a ghost in the station today,
my blood ran cold and my hands shook,
i could not help a second look,
in god's name why i cannot say,
our eyes they met and i stood still,
all the questions running through my mind,
what and when and how and why,
which man might know if it be god's will-
well she might have been just flesh and blood,
but not all the lost lie beneath dirt and mud,
fate loves a comedy and loves the laughs,
likes it best when the joke's on us,
might i see her again? i do not know,
but god willing i pray it may be so
inspired by a chance meeting at the train station today, facilitated only by a craving for macdonalds, a two-hour lunch break and turning my head at just the right moment
Thoughtskeeper Feb 2015
Tell me baby
When will I see
you again ?

When will I see
us again..
KAT COLE Feb 2015
Before our hands even part
from our very first greeting,
my mind won't stop.

I want to know all that there
is to know about you.

Your greatest fears.
Your wildest dreams.
Your first heartbreak.
Your favorite childhood memory.

I crave to know the depths of your soul.
The inner workings of your thoughts.

I want to know who you really are,
not who you think I want you to be.
Wendell A Brown Jan 2015
I touched your hand and never knew
I would suddenly fall in love with you
I never realized in a single moment
My dream would finally come true

I did not anticipate the serenity
Which falling in love would bring
Yet when I embrace you in my arms
I felt the joy that makes one sing

Every moment when you are next to me
My heart feels it has found heaven  
I never thought I would feel this way
As many amazing feelings would begin

I never knew after kissing your lips
My heart would come to know such pain
I never thought I would be sad and happy
When my heart would speak your name

When I find myself waiting for you
So anxious are the times embracing me
But all is made to become much better
By the joy in your smile I always see

I never imagined when I embraced you
My heart would be quickly swept away
Yet I found that magic moment to happen
As I received your gift of love today.
Unknwn Dec 2014
Rainy Tuesday afternoon
Me, a stranger
in a place, overshadowed by new mates.
Annoyance of mine was present.

                                                       ­             I hate changes
                                                         ­           I had a slow pace of coping up
                                                              ­      I linger to what I'm used to
                                                              ­      I was just sad. I know.


I walked out of the room.
Saw familiar faces
Then saw you,
I smiled, do you remember?

                                                      ­             * It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon
                                                       ­             Water droplets were music
                                                           ­         I was new
                                                             ­       Then got to know you.
Elephant memory :)
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Did I ever tell you I love you?
Must have slipped my mind
once or twice,
or maybe every time I saw you.
But I'm in denial of the possibility
that I deliberately didn't mention it,
being too scared to do so.
Once or twice I thought it would slip out,
slide off my tongue,
or in an otherwise inappropriate manner.
Because that's how these feelings are,
like a frantic bird
trapped inside my ribs.
So I'd like to apologize silently
for reasons you will never know,
and hope that you won't notice
when I'm gone.



-e.r.n.
©2015, Brittle Bird
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