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Adam Luqman Jan 2018
I love to write her name,
On every poems and lines,
In hope for her,
To finally be mine.

I love to write her name,
Spelled with utmost attention,
In hope for her,
To realize my affection.

And I love to write her name,
Though my days are blue,
In hope for her,
To have a clue.

But I know,
This ink will go dry,
And this page might be teared,
Yet I will still write your name,
In hope for me — to know your answer.
Because assuming is somehow believing for some people, at least for me.
winter child Dec 2017
to me,
you’re the center of my galaxy
the sun whom all the planet orbiting around
the main key to every warmth.

and then there is me,
one invisible asteroid floating
in the sea of darkness
had enough of wishing to see you up close
care about nothing but the sun’s happiness
she loves the sun so much she doesn't mind being burned into ashes as long as she can be near
Lane Bohman Dec 2015
By you
I'm bitten,
smitten,

I'm not kidding.

How you got me,
Don't stop
Darling, won't you stay?

Four score,
seven years before
Knock, knock
I'm knocking at your door

Make it so hard

to bite my tongue,

Lower my guard,
crumble at the sight
of your face.


Just one taste.

Cause I've been
fiendin,
fantasizing.
Bending over
back and sideways.

Can't put out the fire,
Wish I could deny.

This girl,
Brings out the beast in me.
I wonder
If this Wild heart
will spark my defeat.
Oh this girl
could be the death of me
I resolve,
to never self sabotage.

Second time around,

Maybe I'm too proud.

But your lips
they keep me wanting,
***** hips

You won't stop flaunting.

Just a moment with you,
(But you never let me through.)
Two-tone,
smile then fake it
Just enough love
To keep me baited.

But then
she said, she said

"baby it's too late,
there's no maybe
I've give up on you
There's nothing left to do."


"My bags are packed
I'm gone tomorrow,
for what you lack

it brings no sorrow.


I've given up on you,
there's nothing left to do"


Every little rhyme
And every reason.
Colors of the year,
And every season-
Pales to all my fears,
scared what's in the mirror.

Oh, I can't take it.
Can't take it no more.

This girl,
Brings out the beast in me.
I wonder If this Wild heart
will spark my defeat.
Oh this girl
could be the death of me
I resolve...

**What can I learn from this?
When you both promise to not catch the feels but you do, and she doesn't.
bones Nov 2017
You are the smell in the air after a heavy downpour of rain,
The light seeping through my curtains at the crack of dawn.

You are the heavy taste of wine on a night out,
The aroma of lavender coming from one of my favourite flower shops.

You are the curves of the highlands and in the citrus taste of the sea,
The sound of waves crashing against the shore.

But then again,
I see you in the electricity of thunder,
The bitterness in coffee,
The ending of a good book,
The last note of my favourite song,

I see you in the last colours of the evening sky,
The calm before the storm.

You are every hour I'm spending watching the sun's final rays.
You are everywhere and I can't wrap my head around that.
alex Oct 2017
if there
has to be named,
one thing i like is
sincerity.
the way the ocean
is unabashed
in loving the land,
waves kissing shores fierce;
the way the sky
cries and shouts
in his misery;
the honest way
facts stay true:
water flows always down,
freezes always ice,
dies always unseen.
if there is anything
whose taste i adore,
it's sincerity as
my stone heart offers
no empathy, as
news break hearts
and not all souls weeped.
if there
has to be named,
one thing i like is mystery.
it is in the way fire licks
and flickers and burns and
playing is a bet
of safety and danger,
how the weather roars
or settles calm as dead;
unpredictable.
it is how my lips
are pressed tight
against each other
and my heart a windowless,
doorless house.
mystery in the way we smile
behind frowns or cry
behind laughter.
if there's anything
whose taste i adore,
it's the mystery
i subjected on you:
is this heart cruel
or kind?
AnxiousOcean Oct 2017
I once descried chained feathers in the sky;
they swim from the swift breeze, so high.
Wings do falter, yet one still went by.
Ensnared on a garden; I yearn to fly.
bones Oct 2017
"We are nothing but bones, ****** souls with broken hearts wishing on dead stars for our loved ones to love us back.

There's no use in the remains of what once used to contain light, but is now a mess of stardust. Wishing on it will not make him love you, it will not sew you back together, it will only make you feel emptier inside.

Why confess to the sky that every night you wake up in tears because even in your dreams you miss him? The moon already knows and weeps for you my dear, but you must know that the stars can't heal you; only time can.

Missing him won't break you,
But waiting for him to love you might."
Note-to-self. //inspired by something I read online//
bones Oct 2017
Does it hurt to know,
That you'll never get to hold him close?
Does it hurt to wonder,
If he ever loved you like a lover?
Does it hurt to realise,
That you've been feeding yourself with lies?
Does it hurt to understand,
Why he never really cared?
You graduated high school today and I don't know how I feel about that.
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