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Lark Train May 2016
Goodnight, my Princess.
Goodnight, my every hue.
Goodnight, my moon and stars above.
Goodnight, my darling, true.

Goodnight, my universe,
My everything and more.
Goodnight, my trusted faithful,
And hark to hear the score.

Goodnight, my Beautiful,
And trust my words are true
For lest the sun rise suddenly,
I'll start to write of you.

Goodnight, my single Only,
For it is to you whom I have swore
Never to lie, never to cheat,
Never to late return.

Goodnight, my dearest sunshine,
'Till dawn shall bring us to,
And dream of me, my Princess,
As I shall dream of you.
Goodnight Beau
Loveless Apr 2016
There is no hope, only despair
Revived by the star
The dark sun shines on the lands
And brings destruction of the world
The warriors , the guardians, the healers
Conspire for the morrow
Fifth part of poem angel
A poem with various interpretations.
Though I'm writing it as a story but still it have many meanings and it means what you understand out of it.

Other parts coming soon...
CalamityClara Apr 2016
I wonder if you think of me
The way I'm thinking of you right now
Staring at pictures of you and me
Smiling
At the camera
Or at each other
The way your eyes would lock on mine
And tell me
Without ever saying anything
I love you

I wonder if you look back
On old forgotten messages on your phone
Or if you deleted them
Just right after
You deleted me
From your heart
You would've found the first time
I confessed and said
You're special to me
And you replied with
I love you

I wonder if you still remember
The sound of my voice
Because I still remember yours
And I hear it every night
As clearly as if
You were still right beside me
Holding me tight
On nights when I had trouble sleeping
Whispering in my ear
I love you
And only you

Only you
Meant
Only you were wrong
Because you didn't
Love
Only me

Only now
I wonder if you ever loved
Only me
-df Apr 2016
You must let me
grow.
I'm the only flower in your
garden.
Yet, you pay more attention to the dead
grass.
Everyday you'd breathe me in, but now you're
gone.
And I've begun to wilt. But it's okay. I'm learning to live without you. For
good.

(-DF-03/27/16)
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
I'm a human
Who does a lot of stupid things
I do know that

But I am only a human
And humans does a lot of stupid things.
Things we regret
Things which makes us proud
And things, which we want to do over

We are but men
And as men
We do a lot of stupid things
But that's how life is
And life can't be controlled...

[orginal version]
Jeg er et menneske
der gør mange dumme ting
Det er jeg klar over
Men jeg er nu blot et menneske
Og mennesker gør dumme ting
Ting vi fortryder
Ting vi er stolte over
Og ting, som vi vil gøre om igen
Vi er nu engang kun mennesker
Og som mennesker
gør vi mange dumme ting
Men sådan er livet nu engang
Og livet, kan vi ikke kontrollere....
We are but human
Àŧùl Mar 2016
I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.
My HP Poem #1039
©Atul Kaushal
Dhaye Margaux Feb 2016
I don't know how do I live
Without you
I can only face the world
With you
What I want in this life is
Only you
No matter what.
A Feb 2016
...
Where were you
When I struggled to get home

Where were you
When I needed someone to confide in

Where were you
When I needed help

Where were you
When I was alone

Where were you
When I had nothing

Where were you
When I was scared

Where were you
When I was forced to bare myself

Where were you
When I needed helping hands

Where were you
When my life dwindled on life or death

Where were you
When I lost my sense of reality

Where were you
When I was being defiled

Where were you
When I was being filled with hate

Where were you
When I was surrounded by anger

Where were you
When I wanted to die

Where were you
When I wanted a hug

Where were you
When I needed confidence

Where were you
When my life was asunder

Where were you
When I felt used

Where were you
When I lost all sense of right

Where were you
When I began to forget

Where were you
When I began to deny

Where were you
When I sought only self-gratification

Where were you
When I desired truth

Where were you
When I desired understanding

Where were you
When my Mother wasn't to be found

I know where you were
You were watching me

You were watching me
Begin to hate myself

You were watching me
Be defiled

You were watching me
Struggle home

You were watching me
When I needed help

You were watching me
Deny the truth

You were watching me
Seek truth

You were watching me
Be surrounded with anger

You were watching me
Be live for and with hate

You were watching me
When I was alone

You were watching me
When I needed a confidant

You were watching me
Lose my sense of self

You were watching me
Seek after my own demise

You were watching me
Fill my cup with self-gratification

You were watching me
When I needed more hands

You were watching me
When I was scared

You were watching me
Be forced upon

You were watching me
As I was in need

You were watching me
As death knocked at my door

You were watching me
Need love and attention

You were watching me
Lose self-esteem

You were watching me
When I forgot truth

You were watching me
Believe lies

You were watching me
When I sought understanding

All this time you only watched
My own parents ONLY watched.
Kenna Marie Feb 2016
Astonished at the plethora of cars outside my casket, I try to get up. But, I'm held down by chains. It's so bright through the little cracks in The casket that I have to squint my eyes.
The sunRays ask me, "are you ready for this ride?"
I'm pinned down, hell bound. All these gifts decorated around me and on top of me signify that I'm decaying.
I am the epitome of the hearts grief. Since day one I was infected by your leave. Theres a honk, then A crash. Caused by the distraction of me being buried. Theres a hole in the window, theres a girl in the seat and there's a screech.
"Wait for me girl!" I scream. I scramble to get free. Get me out of here. Where's the rescue for her soul? The wreckage burdens me. As people flea my scene, I see backs turn from me.
Just a bit overheated, i awake from this peculiar dream. Also me in the parking lot, with the key, foot on brake, rumbled and shakes to start for a drive.
It then dawns on me; I'm going to my own funeral.
Le Hechicera Feb 2016
One private world to live in,
One private thought to sink in,
One private dream to sleep in,
One private word to keep in.

Because one, yes just one,
most of the time it will be just one.
An I, You or Thy, but yes just one.
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