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Tafuta Atarashī Dec 2016
We say, it hurts a little,
When our heart gets broken,
When our trust is lost,
And the world keeps turning.

We cry just a little,
When it gets to be too much
To supress in or hearts
The little hurts that tear us apart.

We get confused and frustrated...
A tiny smudge,
When people don't understand
Us.

It ****** us off just a pinch,
Angers us just a smidge,
We hold on to forgiving
With the strength of finger tips
Right before we give in.
And then we get ******.
Only a second though.
Just a little moment.
Because in the end,
Regardless of whether or not
They understand.
Our sadness is insignificant.
And in the end,
It's just a little.part
Of ourselves.
This is a poem for
The types like me
Who get pushed around
And only get a little
Audrey Maday Dec 2016
You softened me
Like butter
With you sweet words and
Hungry looks
And for a while I really did feel
Coveted.
What a fool I made myself into.
Aoife Dec 2016
we fell out of love slowly
and i don't know
if that is a blessing
or a curse
i remember late nights
driving fast through the city
your hands in my hair
the next morning
playing with the covers
laughing until it hurt
and then nothing
why was it fast?
i wanted a slow love
that felt like your fingertips
on my cheeks
pressing down my tears
soaking them so softly into my skin
so when i wake you with my whispering
about slowly falling out of love
stop smiling like my hands are in your hair
and the city lights are passing by
i'm telling you how we fell
and how delicate it sounds
to fall from such a height
most are afraid of
these late nights
are a blessing and a curse,
like i said,
and the falling was slow
but my heart continues to pound fast

i hope your chest misses mine.
i found inspiration again
You make me feel like I'm in pre-school
I keep on thinking about the bad stuff we could do
That's why my friends want me to stop thinking of you
They don't get what I do
They don't see the potential you have inside you

You try to cover it up to
But I see right through you
Specs never looked as good accept on you
I don't want  to rush
But ****...  I think I'm in love

I don't want to rush
But ****... Your hands must be so soft
I think I said to much
But I'd lie if I said I didn't think about you last night

You wonder in my head
The only person I imagine in my bed
He's everything I want and more. He's smart funny plus cool. His dance moves are awkwardly good. He does things. I'd like to do.
Lady Bird Nov 2016
I didn't start the food fight
yet I got hit in the head with a can soda
I'm just glad it was a soft drink
it flew at me like an owl hunting its pray
I now realize that toucan play at this game
I also swallowed some food coloring
I'm OK, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside
Mazen Edlibi Nov 2016
Hopelessly... trying to distract myself from remembering her!
                   I failed....
I failed miserably.... not to keep her smile away from my imagination...
I failed fiercely.... not to forget the cute small mule on her right arm!
I failed gracefully.... not to feel happy that I saw her!

Everything in me is calling every minute I was with her!
I met her recently and the sweetness of her soul visiting every corner of my day!

I look desperately for a single word from her!  
In secret...I'll keep my prayers to soothe my longing for her!
If I said...
                          "I miss her"
what would her world call that? ....Simply...
She still There!
Sarah Nov 2016
constant contradictions
harsh words with a gentle kiss
cold eyes with a playful touch
a short fuse with tender love
always in defense mode
ready to attack, to attach
to a tone or a word misspoken
and my skin is thin
and my heart easily broken
yet I build makeshift armor
and pretend to be a hero
while you build and destroy walls
and you swear that you
love, love, love me
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The best thing about my ex,
Was not just her youth,
Was not even her soft voice,
It was not at all her cute baby face.

Not anything you can guess,
Was not anything else,
Was not even known to her,
It was her Halloween-ready face.

Her face is so scary as it is,
Was my misconception,
Was simply scarier even,
She needs no makeup at all!
HP Poem #1231
©Atul Kaushal
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