Wrapped in a cloud, I see everything Below are hard workers, children at play, everyone going about their day At my side, love, sunshine, And as if at the perfect time, Birds. Flowing, blending with the sky and other clouds Swooping, catching flies before they reach the crowds It's a city. The sun moves more naturally, taking me with A cabin on a country side. Trees lining the meadows in which we reside The air, so sweet and fresh The sun radiating and carrying droplets of life to the plants around Night falls, the sun slowly touches down in the mountains, and turns into a goddess The most picturesque lovely woman I ever laid eyes on, Now joins me in the plush bed Untill the next day, to venture out again.
All at once I'd lost the of my life sweet darling Helen to whom I was so much In love Treasured each and every moment I spent with her the laughter smiles and kisses she gave to me I'll never love another for Helen she was the one she loved me In a way that I know I'll never love again Apart from Helen my son life hasn't been very kind to me cruelly stole her far too early In life It seems life has given with one hand and taken away with the other but much more taken than ever was given, for all, at once I'd lost the love of life there would not be another Irreplaceable Helen she really was
Stolen to early In life, I'll never love that way again Irreplaceable she was
Being lonely does not mean actually being alone Being lonely could mean you have loads of friends, But you are alone in your head You don't trust your "friends" You don't need to be single to be lonely You can be dating someone and feel empty and alone Being alone is such a dark thing Looking around and seeing everyone but, Feeling lonely Being lonely is like your eyes see black all the time
I randomly wrote this in freestyle so yeah it is unedited and I don't care if it is sloppy. I am just a sad teen
You should smile with your teeth. I’d make you cups of tea half smiling with sleep laugh sweetly when you spoke from fuzzy dreams And measure the dimples in your freckled cheeks When my eyes have betrayed me I try to turn you inside out But I haven’t found my reflection in your bloodstream Though you are running through my veins like hot coffee.
You shouldn’t look at me The buttons on your coat make me jittery and uncomfortable Because I want to pull you by your hair I want to meet your hazed stare and imagine me there Living in the catchlight on the reflection of a hotel window While you take off your clothes behind me So I see your skin in the fogged up glass shudder while your eyes burn into my back and smoke rises from my spine.
You should love him a little more He’s been on the phone since four and I hear his yorkshire accent from before like an axe being jolted into the dip of my chest. Bouqets of roses by your door and I’m the crippling thorns I feel like shaking hands between my knees the blood dripping from my sleeves How cruel I have been Although my heart is by my feet and ill at ease You should smile with your teeth Even if it isn't for me.
hi I'm back!
I found out that the word catchlight has been added to the dictionary and it means the reflection of light in a person's eye - I rly liked it so I thought I'd incorporate it here!
I hope you enjoyed this poem :) the girl I wrote this about will probably (hopefully) never even know how I feel but honestly I don't care anymore. I hope he makes her happy.
it feels good to make a mess of a situation into words. I hope you could see the soft progression here from happy fantasy to painful reality. if my poem makes you feel something then it's a success<3
He was an ordinary guy who went looking for a dream after many years of waiting one day Is dream was realised He found his sweetheart and they married and had a son for twenty years or more he lived his dream Till one day his dream was taken away and he had to relive his life all over again but this guy I write about In truth Is really me
And ordinary guy who went looking for a dream he found It twenty years he lived the till the dream was taken away
Is the destiny of mankind, In the modern day, To die glued to a hospital bed? Bravery and honor dashed by father time, Taken away by ageing reapers hands, Time spent in final moments, A normal day like any other, Yet it is the last of days. Spent with such brevity, As if there would be more. Maybe this is the fate of modern man. To not be felled by blade or bullet, Only felled by failure of organs. Yet the mind stayed intact. A young mans mind in an aging body. Is it the fate that awaits us all?