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Krizel Grace Nov 8
She's written with crimson red blood,
Unceasingly flowing
From her invisible cuts.

Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー
Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect
But as you read between the lines,
You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.

She could either be a riddle
And leave you bewildered,
Or she could be an answer
And shed light upon you.

For she's a sad poem
But beautifully written.

©kg
Simran pawar Jul 29
Sad eyes were full of beautiful stories,
And
Smile had hold the past.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 28

She whose born to strength
Wet with love for Achilles
Her life paid for wind


Another woman of myth, Iphigenia.
Such a tragic figure of Greek myth, I grew up with the version of her being sacrificed by her father to appease Artemis, though I know there are other variants to the story.
So sad...
But I really am enjoying this series, I hope you all are too!
There's alot more to come!
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Gelz Apr 21
I once knew a boy, who fell in love with a girl
             who called her beautiful and
        smiled at the thought of her name.

I once knew a girl, who fell in love with a boy
             who wrote him poems
              and felt the very same.

But it became a struggle, and timing was wrong
    and love decided that they didn't belong.
madeline Jan 13
We are in this delicate situation. Words can’t be uttered. Eyes can’t meet. And hearts can’t be followed. The world depresses us. I have no choice but to push and push you away, but how, when those mesmerizing eyes caress my soul like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. But I won’t say a word, I can’t. I value you that much that I don’t want to put you in difficulty.
So I will let this be
I won’t say a word.
Megan Sep 2019
I feel like Icarus;
or
a lead ballon.

For I know I am
Dragging-Dragging-Dragging
On the ground—

and
It’s Cold
And I’m Cold

I.
Remember.
Flying.

Flying to close to the sun;
It was hot-
We were hot.

I just flew too close-
While trying to leave
the atmosphere

I popped and
my wings melted;
And now?

Now-
I’m just cold
A lead balloon on the ground.

Or I’m Icarus and I’ve drowned
But it’s still the same
Cold and going down
It’s been... rough
DawynSHunter Mar 2017
She waits
She waits for it
She waits for me
To ******
My stupid feelings then
Get ****** in
I can never win
It's no longer a game
Just the same ****
Different day

I take a rest
But she's ready for war
Clapping at my door
So I can snap back
Giver her a reason to attack
In my sleep
So I can't breathe
She's killing me
All I see is a girl that bleeds
And bleeds she pleads
So weak
Hanging in defeat
Off her feet, locked knees
Tears seep
Falling...
Falling free
Of the memories
The chaotic screams
She can finally leave
Truly at peace
She is taken with the breeze.
Hope that keeps up alive and moving. Even when it ***** sometimes
just a girl Jul 2014
she was a very bright girl
4 years old, pigetails laughing, smiling thinking the old kids were really cool.

she was happy
7 years old, one braid in each side always smiling noticing how the big kids put on a new layer of make up at lunch time.

she was smiling
10 years old, her big curly hair hanging loose she lost all her friend but she was a strong girl so she smiled even when they called her ugly or fat.

she was never making eyecontact
12 years old straight hair looking at the ground all the time barely ever talking, ignoring the kids calling her fat, ugly but it still hurt her.

she was never talking, never smiling and never taking out her head phones
14 years old, hair in a pony tail, having to redo her makeup at lunch time cause she cried of everthing while she sat in her locker she could easily fit there since she had been starving herself.

she had scars and cuts on her arms and legs
15 years old, she stopped carring she was wearing short sleeves hair hanging loose again straightened but teased, the kids called her attention ***** and pushed her around like a ball.

it's her birthday
today she would have turned 15 but she's not here anymore, she took a choice and left this world too early she wasn't supposed to be happy... not in this place, but she's somewhere else now somewhere better
everybody is sad that she left this early, but they didn't belive her when she told she wanted to leave...

*(c.m.h)
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