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Hold not my sins against me,
For I am only human:
Scarred, broken, fallen.

Give me grace, and you'll have my faith;
I forgive and love you all the same.

Til next we meet, I pray instead of enmity,
It'll be in a sweet embrace.

But for all the tension I've caused--
I'm sorry for my mistakes.
esridersi Sep 26
who knew hello from the blue
could redden me so softly --
just steal three thoughts from you
      and
I’m     colored, *** and lofty
Edith Aug 14
I want to send you every poem I ever wrote about you
I want to reconnect and regrow our roots together
I have so many things I want to say to you
But none of them seem worth your time

None of them seem worth the inevitable frustration when you stop responding
And suddenly here I am, wanting to text you
Wanting to tell you everything
Without knowing at all what to say
should be doing finals but here I am
Maybe our past version
could never make it work.
Maybe they weren't meant to be.
They knew to little
and felt too much.

But now that we've picked up
our broken pieces
and rebuilt ourselves.

Reconnected with ourselves.
Changed, grown
and matured.

I wonder if it is meant to
be between these two
evolved souls.
Beatrice Knox Mar 25
Hello again
How are you?
Thanks for meeting me again
It feels like old times
Thanks for inviting me back into your life
Thanks for showing me your new self
I'm glad I was able to show you mine
I'm glad we were able to laugh like old times
When it was just you making fun of me
When it was me sending sarcasm your way
When we pushed all the bad demons away
To be dumb and young together
Before we diverge into the big bad world
Lost Soul Mar 15
i want to say so much and nothing at all
i want to say i miss you and just bawl
i want to say im sorry and fix it all
i want to pick up the phone and call
but i know i can't because
im afraid.. again...  i will fall
Lost Soul Mar 1
you texted me...
i thought you never would
i missed you
so much of me wanted this
but this isnt how i thought it would be

i cant help but feel
like you have something else in mind
i cant fall for you again , i made a deal
i cant keep hurting myself over you
i cant apologize

its not that i didn't like you , i did  
but you never saw it
because it wasnt in the way your used to
so you had a fit like a little kid

i changed alot and im scared
i dont want you to hate the new me
that took so long to build
because no one else cared

im naturally a sad person
i write depressing poems
and i changed the way i dress
i want to be spontaneous
i forced myself to buy a thong
it sits in the back of my drawer
cause i still  hate my body and it just feels wrong
but i'm determined to change that
to love ever curve and stretchmark
even when my stomach isnt flat  

i dont know how long this is going to be
but im going to be the most authentic me
if you dont like the new me
then well you can leave again
but this time dont come back
just let me be
Speaking Eyes Aug 2018
Here es my scape from the world
because it never stops…
Neither for you or anyone else
it does not matter the pain,
the injustice,
it doesn't matter the lost
the crime
the scream
no tears can stop this…

So just here I can find a place to reconnect with myself
and keep going
Here is my healing place…

Soon I become again in the human I love to be
the human that believes in love, life, happiness,
solidarity, loyalty…
And I can keep being different in a world
where so much people is worried about badness
about awful things…
And I can be one of those that brings hope to the rest
that helps healing, that maybe is just a grain of sand
but this grain of sand is doing something.
Pick it up
     Slowly dial

Say hello
     Talk awhile

Bring back old times
     Talk of new

Remember the friendship
     That continually grew

Talk for hours
     And reminisce

Talk of old friends
     That you may miss

Now the bill is increasing
     It's time to go

There will be more times
     To say hello

For it is no big task
     To make a call

Just pick up the phone
     That hangs on the wall
So I wrote this poem back in 1987 for my best friend who my family moved away from. Living so far apart was hard for us so the telephone was out connection.  I was 11.
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