#toolate poems on Hello Poetry

Jesse Nakai Hernandez Jul 2018

I hate you
I could never say
I need you
So please listen
*******
I never said
I loved you

-Nakai

#love #hate #longing #reverse #toolate #nimbo

Geanna Jun 2018

Cutting

1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4
As much as it takes, I must do more
5 cuts
6cuts
7cuts
8
Oh my, it'll be too late
9 cuts
10 cuts
11 cuts
12
It's an addiction now, oh well

~ G.P.O

#cut #cutting #more #late #toolate #addiction #trigger

megan May 2018

oblivion

years have passed
we have tried and failed
love and pain felt consecutively

arrogant and dismissive
self delusion throughout
two seperated puzzle pieces

#toolate #soulmates #love #failedlove

Danielle May 2018

Trying

When I said that I was trying,
What I really should have said
Was that I had been stuck.
Mud, muck, mired, and miserable.

What I should have said
Was that I began to claw my way out.
Slipping, sliding, slowly, steady.

What I should have said
Was that home had been in sight
Welcoming, warm, whimsical.

When I said that I was trying,
What I should have said
Was that I had made it back
Only to find I had been gone for too long.

Everything shut up tight,
Boarded over and cold.
I’m sorry I was too late,
Is what I really should have said.

There's a lot of baggage with this poem most of it recent. Suffice to say that I was in a bad place and just starting getting myself out this is the resulting poem. Ironically I got shove back down and it wasn't until later that I realized that was what had happened. So I might change the I'm sorry I was too late line.

#relationship #depression #trying #stuck #freedom #toolate

Sarah Mann Apr 2018

Gone

No.
When your eyes are failing.
Knuckles swinging and twisting,
Sadly, it’s not always smooth sailing.
No.
Knees crashing and bones clattering.
Hurricane came and left the mind scattering
No.
Hands releasing, lips quivering and fading.
Defenseless, to no avail, they are invading.
No.
Heavy begging eyes and pleading arms
There’s nothing left of your charms.
No.
The words fall out.
Such a request
A final farewell if you wish.
No, please. Don’t go…
But it’s too late.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016.

#words #please #eyes #bones #lips #mind #hands #farewell #toolate #life

Franz Angelo Cunanan Mar 2018

Time

as the world crumbles before us, the darkness slowly engulfing the planet.

“I love you.” I said.
“It’s too late.” You’d say.

Then I look into your eyes, one last time. Tears roll down my cheeks knowing that I wouldn’t see you again for a very long time.

#love #toolate #firstpoem

Nasuha Zakariah Mar 2018

A Little Too Late

Little do I know
The smile that conceals your pain
A remedy
The jovial energy you have hosted
A tragedy
The pretty mash-up poem you w(rap)
A melody

Little do I know
The day you overdue
A missed from my own dismiss
The day I bid you the last goodbye
A day I didn't get to hand you a compliment

Little do I know
About your ambience
Always hype like your vibe
But life's a little too short
And I am here feeling all distraught
from hearing to your
departure

Little do I know

#lose #toolate #reflection

jace Jan 2018

My Love Is Dead

When I made the decision
    To say what must be said
        I found out my love
            Was already dead...

#love #toolate #late #unreturned

maria Jan 2018

We Could've Had It

My heart is breaking,
But at the same it's not
I'm so confuse on what's happening
I wish I should've known this would come.

I didn't notice the glances you made
Maybe I was too busy daydreaming to see.
The poems you've created,
Suprisingly were all for me.

It's sad to know we could've had something
But none of us made a move
And it breaks my heart
That I'm the only one who remained in love with you.

i wrote a story in summary

#heartaches #love #toolate #friendship #onesided #random

Lizzie Nov 2017

Unheard

Unheard is a whisper in the wind,
faintly talking in your ear.
He's the figure hidden in plain sight,
Forgotten...
He knows everything that goes on,
because he is unheard he is not seen...
His dark blue eyes, watch all, waiting, to finally be noticed...
Unheards dream is to be heard,
for his silent pleas for help to be met.
He spends his time at home listening to his music, full blast
to block out the constant fighting...
He finds peace at the roofs edge of tall buildings, inching
further each day...
Unheard hides behind a curtain of black hair, like the roses he carries
in his pocket as he climbs the stairs to the top,
leaving white roses as a trail behind him...
He steps that final inch...
Unheard fades to the darkness as the commotion rises...
He is finally heard,
But it's too late, his stories over now...

#unheard #hearme #edge #roses #music #help #toolate #building #fighting