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Chris Apr 2019
The three wheeled truck sees the fours and asks itself "Why can't I be like that?"
The three wheeled truck has two four wheeled parents, but still only has three wheels.
The three wheeled truck is a bit slower than four and is unable to haul as much.
The three wheeled truck is left to rust.
Enjoy.
Philomena Mar 2019
I remember hearing those three words
I never said them first until you
I don't know if I was just desperately trying to feel something
Or just felt at peace with you since the beginning
You surprised me then and you surprise me now
And dear sweet heavens
I'm terrified of the day you get me down to two words
And mortified the day you have me at one
c Mar 2019
I am three
and the grass beneath my feet
is young too
there is wind
and a bird song
and I am happy
IncholPoem Feb 2019
On  Valentine  day let  us  face
hungry
polar  bear
while traveling  in  Russia.



On  Valentine  day
   let us    ride
  the  driver less airport  taking
  Japan's  Tokyo  Artificial  Intelligence  bus.


On  Valentine day    visit  a
small  human  being's
villages of  North -East  India.


Second  one  is from  China  and
last  one  is  from
Afghanistan.
There you are, three steps away from me
There our eyes met slowly in the middle
I hardly noticed your presence minutes ago
I’d turn away as if I never intended to do this

There you are, three steps away from me,
Denying I felt something when we were in the room
I sat at the corner of this crowded place
You came in as if something has to bloom.

There you are, three steps away from me
We’ve been in this side before, lost in crowds,
The only difference a year and eight months from now is...
I was once the one beside you.

There you are, three steps away from me.
There I’d find you in a short long distance,
It’s hard to walk there at your place,
I’d rather run miles away from that smile I used to know

There you are, three steps away from me...
I am seeing an invisible wall
You’re painted on it
Oh hello, aren’t you the stranger I used to know?

There you are, three steps away from me,
Still can’t believe I couldn’t walk up to you.
Even just to smile and say a little hello
Even just to ask how you’ve been all this time

There you are, three steps away from me.
Can’t believe I’m writing ‘bout you
A year and eight months from now
Realizing you still mattered to me somehow.
Hey, this love is forbidden.
gabrielle Jan 2019
every night of stars in sight.
these three stars reminded me what my love was.
to you -
i have my commitment,
but intimacy is absent,
passion is what i thought how it went.

just because of not having the intimacy and passion,
it's still love, not infatuation.
just because i don't have you and you don't love me the way i do,
it's still love, it's just extraordinary.
it is more than what people supposed believe it would be.
Abby M Dec 2018
His heart beat in two
And mine was in three
Our cadence was always just off
But I switched to a two
One bright afternoon
When I missed a beat trying to cough
Jodie-Elaine Nov 2018
10pm
knocked off the nightstand,
tonight it rains
cold coffee.
Fourteen of us wrote life and each a singular way of looking at a mug. I was number three. I don't want to risk speaking for all and posting the whole poem without consent
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