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There is one I hold to,
One whose love is strong;
Strong enough to hold me
When he’s been deeply wronged.

For when I find I’m empty,
He fills me up with love,
And strength enough to carry on—
Much more than just enough.

He keeps me from despairing
For he’s never too busy for me;
His every waking hour,
He’s attentive as can be.

I know no other as righteous:
He’ll never do me wrong.
I wish I was more like him, but
The process will be long.

When no one makes me special,
When I’m selfish and want my way,
He’s patient, quiet, humbling:
He takes my breath away.

He’s not just something to hang on to
Because ‘nothing could heal this pain’:
He is the only solution,
The sun above the rain.

My faith isn’t blind, here—
It’s more than justified;
My Savior keeps me going.
To Him I owe my life.
Àŧùl Jun 2015
The natural scent of your hair,
Has lingered here on my mind,
It seems as though since forever.
My HP Poem #886
©Atul Kaushal
IsReaL E Summers Jun 2015
A bad memory
She
Gladly
Left-behind.
His heart held heaven
Now she's ever on his mind.
He feels such adoration,
Deeply, vividly, he dreams.
Only to wake and scream.
WHAT  THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!
Her words wiegh-well on his withered weathered soul.
The Love he lost, has taken its toll.
"If only"
He says, painfully...
"She would just speak to me"
Body weak he seeks to be...
Someone else...
Who never knew.
You like I do.
Don't worry;
I'm threw.
*******.
Taped.
Torn tattered and tied.
I may be the bad guy...
but your the angel who lied.
Told me I was the best.
Then told the world of your curse.
But what hurts me the worst...
Is that you still hate me so.
When it was you who...
Decided to go.
I have tried to let go.
But my dreams of you grow.
And the sadness that lingers,
When I wake
from your hair through my fingers;
Feels like...
A jagged rusty knife,
Being removed from my life-source;
That bleeds when it beats I need the "we" that can never be.
Forever me. No doubt that you'll ever care about these;
Seeds that have grown into trees.
Please, baby please set me free!
Indifference of my existence
is virtually
Reality.
I kissed the greatest of fallacies.
In your pretty eyes I saw galaxies.
I might as well die when I rise from sleep.
Realizin' our venture was make-beLIEve.
I dream;
of dreaming about your face.
Placed;
once-again,
in
your joyful grace.
One kiss could erase...
The hate that bores through my veins,
For self;
Cause I have made
you very estranged.
If only
I could rearrange...
The paths we took to the open range
Of hope & change.
I miss you.
Missing me.
I doubt I'll ever be free.
Without you... my heart
continually
bleeds. I cannot see;
how
I could have kept you from leaving me.
Was it just that that was my destiny!?
To finally
find happiness just to have had it's bits torn from me? Was I just born to be;
Oximoronic and dastardly?
If only...
She answered me.
This is the first-ever poem (that I "almost" sent) that I just very recently wrote TO/FOR my xwizzle. She was so beautiful, and still I have these nightmares about her. She is my kryptonite. As I was once her "superman"
-G.H.O.S.T.



(O.T. Rebecca)
Cat Fiske Jun 2015
The problem with loving me was,
He only,
loved me,
love
naila Jun 2015
If only you could look at me
They way i look at you
If only you could love me
The way i love you
If only you feel about me
The way i feel about you
If only i make you happy
The way you make me happy
If only you smile at me
the way i smile at you
If i only you want me
How much i want you
If only you desire me
How much i desire you
If only you were mine
Myriah Jun 2015
Your eyes are the ocean
Your lashes are the waves
It’s a privilege to drown in them
And even live just for a day
Myriah May 2015
My eyes are only for you
She lights up the room
with a beautiful smile
She occupy my mind
all day and night
Her kiss,on my cheek
All I feel is butterflies, the beautiful kind making up for lost time.
Lauren A Todd May 2015
Read me O'Hara
As we sit on the Seine  
And I'll swirl my toes in perfect circles
While I watch your shoulders rise and fall.

You'll stop for a cigarette
And I'll beam, remembering the poem
I wrote solely dedicated to the laugh you
Make while you smoke.
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