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Andie Aug 2016
Remember when you said you loved me?
I do recall this when the night returns,
how could you bear to lie so carelessly?
But a simple kiss was all I yearned.
This eternal night in which I now reside,
silences all hope for your redemption.
I could not imagine for you to lie,
this is but a false realization.
Something begins to grow inside my heart,
the spark of life and love slowly dying.
I thought you were a lovely piece of art,
but now I realize you were lying.
I wish and I pray but you only left,
one final kiss from my Angel of Death.
Still a work in progress, my first sonnet. Tips?
I'm running out of lullaby's darling
I can't silence these screams anymore.
I can't stop these terrors.
These everlasting horrors.
Screeching, scratching, clawing at your door
Desperate to drag you into hell forever more

Your blankets aren't barbed darling.
Don't use them for safety
Peek over those caring covers...
Accept your dance with death
For tonight you both become lovers

Tip toe through the reaper's mist darling
Walk through the splintered trail of those before you
Leave your story on blood stained wooden floors
The black veiled saviour with a scythe
Who saved you from your horrid life.
My love I can bear any pain with pleasure
For me you are like a real divine treasure
My love you are the sweetest gift of nature
You my sweetheart is my real life saviour

I love you at the peril of my life I do admit
In front of beauty of the world I just submit
I want to kiss and caress please just permit
I am really impressed by your intellect,wit

Let my love praise you and your beauty
Your beauty is like a lock my love is a key
What your beauty can present I want to see
Please respect my servitude to make me free

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Eleanor B Jul 2016
You saved me , you made
          A smile on my face

And then
                You left,
Leaving me broken.

Then,  I got
                 Sad.
And now there is blood on my wrists.
I believe in GOD
And I praise Him!
His greatness can not be understood.
No matter where life takes me my hope lies in Him alone.
I'm hopeless without His grace and mercies.
I thank Him daily because He's worthy of all the praise.
There's no one like Jesus Christ.
Tehreem Jul 2016
He is her favourite addiction
Her worst nightmare, and only refuge


His lips are her heaven, his words her hell
He gave her life, and took away her breaths
Cloaked in denial my demon tamer.
Jesus Christ;
              Faith and peace,
        Selflessness and purity,
      Understanding and gentle.
Beautiful in soul non judgemental,
         All wrapped up in love.
            In a nutshell
                He Looks like
                    Love.
Mona Jun 2016
You tried to figure out why the ying yang had two sides but you never got an answer because no one understood your question.

So you stared out of the window pane 'until the window pane understood your pain ,why dear .....angel asked the mirror

So you stayed in silence until you got used to it , you were drowning but you still remained thirsty maybe it was because you were already resentful with the sea so it never understood you.

You aplogised to your frail heart for making it cry that it drowned the river nile in that process the tides of the river where too much to handle.

So your soul never felt full because all you did was  feed the body not Soul why angel ......asked the mirrors

You have seen but not saw , you asked yourself and the man in the clouds why you haven't seen anything yet .

Love spit you out like a stone ,you cried no one heard you, your silence was so loud that we heard it echo in our ears.

They labelled you the bad one but the mirror never knew you were the one in pain because it reflected your mind not your heart.


But you where too fragile to even look ,so today the man in the cloud told me to tell you Dear ....angel you'll never die of a broken heart because your tears have reached his doorstep.
A narrative poem about being broken ,rejected and finding peace through God.
The broken character being someone I know (close) and me being the reflective glasses or mirrors.
Hopefully you enjoy
Amanda Francis May 2016
You are the lover that I never loved. A possessive, obsessive, controlling type. Your darkness wraps around my body, clawing at the scraps of hope I hold in clenched fists!
Monochromatic grey, your melancholy walls talk to me in my sleep.
The sand of time is carried on their breath, hourglasses shattered all over my skin!

My freedom cowers in the shadows of this cell, my dignity malnourished under the bed.
This isolation is more than I can stand, whilst the devil and god rage within my mind.
Waterfalls cascade down my face into oceans that lay at my feet.
Water levels rise, still salty tears can’t sterilize my eyes from the sins they’ve seen.

I pulled out my rib and carved a dove; through prison bars she flies…    Upon her return, my leaves of green, a letter in her mouth.
Paper with dotted lines and instructions to ‘fold here’
An origami boat of hope, with ores made from words of a friend.

In bold defiance, on the starboard side, words that shimmer in the sun.
Like a pool of water in the dessert or paracetamol to a headache.
I’ll hide in the decks made of paper and let the waves wash over me. Your walls crumble in a Tsunamis rage and my ‘Avoidance of Doubt’ shimmers on…
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