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Eleanor Feb 22
your hand trembles

as you try to write

they need to know

your lips quiver

as you open up

the part hidden

so meticulously

from the world
Mr Quiet Dec 2018
I still miss the smell of your hair on my shoulder,
I still miss the times when you'd text me before we were over,
I still miss the look in your eyes when I walk in and see you glow like an angels and give me the look that still makes me quiver.
The pulchritudinous quiver.

Time only moves and people are what changes,
And what's the point of love if it ain't permanent then it ain't worth it,
I don't want to break our hearts again but please come back and forget our hatred,
Let me slip again in your life please give me a sign and I'll take it.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you've moved on,
I say I don't want lies but please lie one more time just to hold on,
Oh please text me one more time tonight,
Let's pretend and forget everything slowly.

Let's go and do all the things we used to plan,
To go to the planetarium or maybe just stargaze while we're lying down on the grass,
Or you can just sleep on my shoulder again and let me be your man,
Please let me prove you that I can be your man,
another poem to reminisce my past relationship
gracie Mar 2018
Shake me

Til the sad falls away
Til my heart breaks so cleanly
That you can staple it together
With love or
Some kind of metal
That won't melt in the scorching

Hold me

Til my hands stop
Til warm clouds of
Breath escape my lips
And drift up into the
Smoking atmosphere
Between our

Shatter me

Til glass scatters across the
Til no amount of superglue or
Soft words
Can fix the wonderful
Damage you leave
S Nirmal Kumar Oct 2018
Quivering the forked tongue
Spews venom merrily
Shyster politician
Azure May 2018
My heart still quivers
When my mind remembers
Pictures to remind
Ruthless deeds that I executed

My heart quivers
Because it is still full of apologies
Kaija Derycke Oct 2017
I feel my heart sink like a stone
when i get scared and shiver,
Because i feel into my bones
that you shot me with your quiver.

So excuse me when i falter
and excuse the words that fall,
but I have tasted a world salter
than the one I wish to call.

Now I have to trust that there is a shore
after i drifted at sea,
that wave after wave,
you will still be holding me.
Bianca Reyes Sep 2017
my hands
        my heart

i remember a time when
    both my heart and hands
      knew what they were meant for

             a time before you came along
   and they made it their job to show
the love they could hold for you
                 my hands
                      my heart
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Kee Jun 2017
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks
and my eyes puffy like balloons
my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth
my knees weak
my heart shattered
i tell myself i shouldn't cry
that i'll be okay
but how do i know that?
how do i know that this hurt is going to stop?
what if it never stops?
is it like a toothache?
the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out?
what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth?
what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend?
who am i to know what my heart wants?
maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed
maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache
what happens when the pain is finally too much?
can i die from a broken heart?
how will i prepare for another love?
how do i know that this is the one?
how do i know that he loves me?
how do i know when it's finally going to end?
im in my feelings, lol.
R Arora Dec 2016
Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write;
One fleeting thought in my mind,
Eager to become a poem on paper.
At times, I am able to calm it down,
Save the thought for later;
But often comes the moment,
When the vessel is full,
Brimming with words,
Longing to ink the paper,
And become sentences.
I can feel the quiver of my heart
As I reach for the notebook.
The grip at the pen,
More confident and firm.
That's what happens to me,
When I sit down to write.
How about you?
**Do you feel it too?
It's the desire to write.
Oddly enough, an article on Vikas Khanna inspired me to write this.
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