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Remember my insomnia during the night?
The times I spent doing nothing those nights
But one night it lit up a fuse
Why don’t I put it to good use?

So I wrote this poem all night long
Kept thinking and thinking what was wrong
So it took a while to be complete
But I hope that your heart will skip a beat

Imagine me just reading this to you
With feelings and emotion that will pass through
Your heart that has emptiness inside
I’ll fill it with love that is deserved by a bride

Although this poem may be very long
But please read it through just like a song
For this contains the love from my heart
With feelings and emotions, now let me start

Sometimes it hurts me when you’re being cold
When you say I’m immature when I’m quite old
That’s why we often have a fight
That goes on forever in the night

I’m sorry for the things that I’ve done
But I’m just afraid that you’ll be gone
And I know I get mad at the things you do
But please forgive me like you always do

Cause girl you’ll always be fragile to me
But I’ll protect you with courage and glee
That’s why don’t cry when you feel fear
Just call on me and I’ll be there

To me these times are also rough
But I know together we will be tough
We'll win against those that keep us apart
Cause girl you're always in my heart

To serve and protect you just like the police
To hear your problems like your psychiatrist
To love you till death like a child’s mother
To forever take your side just like a father

With every twist and turn i miss you more
The feeling of my bed feels like the floor
But I’ll just imagine you by my side
Hand in hand in every stride

Just seeing you makes me wanna cry
But i can finally sleep now… knowing you’re nearby
After our stride you’ll kiss and tell me good night
And I’ll smile all night as i sleep by your side
A poem sent by my ex-lover the night after I broke up with him.
I was too sad, back then, while reading such heartfelt piece yet I made sure that I won't fall for it.
No, not again.
Meg B Sep 2014
On a Wednesday,
here I lay
with so many things
I want to
say.

Even though
on deaf ears
it would
fall,
I still fight that urge
to call
you
and explain
the disdain
I maintain
from what you refrained
to give,
to do,
to live;
you withdrew.

How I wish I could say,
"I know you'll be back
someday.
I know you'll be in dismay,
in disarray,
for going astray,
for walking away
from what we could've made.
To realizations you will come;
to emotions you will succumb;
regretful you will become
when you recognize what you've done;
you'll become numb,
petrified of
what's been
undone.
By the time
you find
your peace of mind,
the strength inside;
when from vulnerability
and love
you no longer hide;
that someday
when you try
to reappear at my side,
I
will be far-away,
no longer with any
words I wish
to say."
a gale Aug 2014
There was a boy
And there was a girl
Who both fell in love
With each other
Who both never knew

Years has passed
When they cross paths
She was with someone else
Who she gave a look
So familiar to him

When he realized
He wanted to tell her
He felt the same
But he saw her smile
And that’s how he knew
He was just too late

*a. gale
Nicole Jul 2014
Those nights when I feel like dying
No escape from my sadness or from myself
When you're supposed to be there
When you were supposed to care.
I figured you knew me well enough by now
To be able to notice when I'm losing it
Just laying here, wishing on a star
That something will come put an end to it all.
It hurts me to know that I truly don't know
That even you fall with those I shouldn't trust..
Because I tell you about everything
And find out you're returning nothing.
I feel so alone here and I can't cope
All these emotions to untangle
Surrounded by others with no one to confide in
And then to realize i might be losing my best friend.
If there's such a thing as crazy
Well then I'm well past insane
And if you need me, that's great
But, unfortunately, it's too late.
Nicole Jul 2014
Why can't I control my mind?
I'm alone and anger is all I can find.
Each day the evil spreads
Deep into my heart and inside my head.
I'm unsure of where it rose first
I only feel it digging deep, getting worse.
I hate everything I see
No. I hate me.
I'm the worst, most days
Easy to see why people don't stay.
I treat everyone terribly
Unfortunately, even my own family.
So "he" can reject me at the Gates of Heaven
I swear Hell can't be much worse than the places that I've been.
Day after day drag out and in
Clawing and tearing and wearing my skin.
Oh where did I go?
When did I get surrounded in this never ending snow.
Blizzards of pain and confusion
It's too clear to me now that I'm no longer losing
I've lost.
one, two, three, four...

oops.

already ran out of sheep.
my life. but i guess this conversation was worth being up for...
Axonymous Jul 2014
You said you love me,
but you never did.
You said you'd always be by my side,
but you never were.
You said you would keep me from falling down,
but it's too late,
cause right now,
im broken and all over the place,
while you rest in his arms tonight.
MBishop Jul 2014
See her / right there
She pulling / her hair
She's stressed / and scared
She screams / they stare
But they / don't care
Her skin / she tears
This pain / she fares
Too much / to bare
She climbs / the stairs
The ledge / she dares
Suspended / in air
Escaping / the lair
Of scars / to spare
Her heart / she shared
They dipped / in despair
She's gone / but now
They say / **"I cared"
Continuation of my last
Rudolph Musngi Jun 2014
The MVP took a day off.
There was no game today.
No practice, no training, no press conferences.
He lazed on his soft king-sized bed
trying to set his mind straight.
Exactly twenty four hours and eighteen minutes ago,
he was in the arena.
Sweating his *** off, running, jumping, scrambling for the ball.

It was the finals, game 7.
Fans filed up in their lines, cheering for the MVP.
Fourth quarter, with only three seconds to go.
The opposing team has possession
His team leading by one.
Ball was inbounded
Caught by his man.
A shot was fired
He jumped
He was too late.
Bucket.
Buzzer.
Fans cried out of disappointment.
The opponent celebrated pouring champagne,
confetti flying around the arena.
His teammates heading to the locker room.
He lied face down, tears gushing from his eyes.
And in that span of a fleeting moment,
his life flashed before his eyes:
His dying father calling his name;
the love of his life that got away;
his only shot at winning the gold.
All those times, he was a moment short.
Short of hearing his father’s voice.
Short of being with his true love.
Short of winning a title.
All that is too late now
because the moment has passed.
more at http://rudolphmusngi.com
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