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Leifa Oct 2020
The breadth of a cliff
Gauged as narrow,
Glossed with ego.

To his chagrin
He could fall in
And strike the final shoal.

Atoll, a toll.
On her cherry lips,
Beckons a cheery lay.

To have failed
Trounces the fool
That thorns his ears
Of her musical display.
TyeniWrites May 2020
Every morning, the sun reminds me
Just like it
I can always rise again
I may fall but I will not stay down
My days may be dull
But everyday I will rise
Until one day I will shine bright
Just like the sun
colette alexia Apr 2020
We've burned enough bridges
I think it's time we fix it
I'm afraid to reach out and find you feel indifferent
Would you want to live in a world again
Where you and I are more than friends

I keep coming back to this
Cause baby it was magic
If there's such a thing as good love we had it
Maybe I don't know if it was good enough
But baby I still know it was a good, good love
colette alexia Apr 2020
Less of a poem
More of a confession
I wish that we
Were back together
Mimi Hachiko Dec 2019
Boundaries drawn
Anger pawned
I'm ready for a new dawn
To try again
Not quite as friends
But attempting to mend
To paint over the pain
To release the maintained
Its time to start in a new lane
We are not friends
But we will try again
For his sake
We will take
The pain and throw it away
Shreyashi Feb 2019
Today was the day I had said I love you to you
seven years back.
We don’t talk anymore.
Actually, you don’t talk to me anymore, you never will.
My heart is broken.
But if I ever meet you again,
in my next birth,
or the next to next one,
I will try again.
Who knows you might love me then!
I will take the pleasure and pain of loving you again.
Who knows you might love me then!
I will try again!
Poetic T Dec 2018
If time is consious
      Are we
but a fleeting

Yet to fade into obscurity.

Or are we a
Of repeated ideas,
That just need
         to be tweaked.
rosy conquers Oct 2018
she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow

the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast

she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night

it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
klara mercy Jan 2018
i hope one day i’ll see you on the street
maybe in 2 years time
i’ll tell you how much i used to miss you in my backseat
or laugh about how you broke my heart so bad
that it should’ve been a crime
and we’ll act as if we were just children then
who didnt know better
but don't lie
i know you did
and so did i
and now's your chance
so get a grip
and give "us" another try
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