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NOLWAZI JOUBERT Apr 2018
I still want to write positive about you.
But all my memories of you are dead,
It's like I should simply stop writing.
But, no matter how I try and stop.
I still seem to go on and on.
It is this love so strong.
O! this sad love story,
That still guides
My innocence.
Its time I say
Farewell
"Stranger"
Though
I still
Love
You
!
i contend
you're still my best friend
there was a lot of good ****
and a lot of sappy poems writ
and a whole helluva lot more
but there were still bad times
and plenty of terrible rhymes
and you walking out that door
cut to your words “can we talk”
as the tears ran down your cheek
and as i turned to walk
away despite wanting to speak
about why you felt you had to go
because you didn’t have to, you know
or maybe you did
who am i to kid
you know i used to wonder
when i'd inevitably make a blunder
i wondered “how long until the day
comes that i drive you away”
and with how much i used to complain
i knew one day i’d drive you insane
and while you might not have been mad
it was clear that you were sad
and though i don't know quite how it was ever true but it was
so i did everything i could to bring you joy simply because
i love you unconditionally, it’s plain as day to see
that you are the world and so wonderful to me
and i'm sorry that needing words was so detracting
but instead of erasing these memories or redacting
them i have decided it’s best to include
all the good, all the bad, out of honesty
i hope that’s not rude
but don’t you see that all of it, beginning to end
is important, to me, my deerest best friend
i know it’s never news but i’ll still always confess
that i love you way more than i could ever impress
just with words or a poem or even a book
more than puns or a kiss or a pointed cute look
and it may not be what you want to hear
not right now, not for awhile, maybe even a year
but i love you
unconditionally
just to be clear
you’re light and you’re warm and you’re wonderfully pure
and i know that i'm certain, i'm one hundred and ten percent sure
you are the one
no joke this time
not even a pun
you are the light of my life
despite all of this strife
and i promise that will never change
no matter how much our lives rearrange
and unlike last time
when i ended without a rhyme
and there was no end to your frustration
you can rest assured and with plenty of elation
that this time, my deer
will be no different
In the wake of a bad breakup, I decided to take a poem written for #her and play with it a bit. Hope you enjoy.
Jayantee Khare Mar 2018

O my healer!
Soothe me in my dark,
with smooth movement of your energy
slowly on my soul,

And
you will come across few cracks,
dig there a little,
not to hurt or to revive the wounds.

But
to prepare 'em to be filled
with your unconditional love
till they smoothen.

Let it
overflow gradually,
till it fills all
what is empty,

And
the light surrounds us...


Soul healing through unconditional love
E A Spain Mar 2018
Some love is lost and some love gets found
Some won’t even bother to look up when love comes around
Sometimes we are here
Sometimes you’re over there
Regardless my love will follow you any and everywhere
Love is faithful
Love is kind
What they failed to mention is that love is blind
Love won’t choose to go this way or that
It will only be all that it is and that is a fact
Love is as new and yet familiar as the rising sun
But even it will set when love is all said and done
Right when you least expect it, it will come to shine again
Just to remind you that there is truly no end
Heidi Ludwiczak Feb 2018
Midnight run
running my mouth...
uttering my thoughts,
You stayed quietly
Absolutely you turned your back like---
I don't exist, you shut down.

Midnight run,
my mind restless --- unsure of my nefarious notions
slowly creeping the words of insecurity

"you make me feel this way"

Midnight run,
I'm out of breath
I'm out of time
I'm out of love

Midnight run,
My heart is gone.
Love misconstrued to be clingy, selfish and taking. While the true meaning is not to be attached but giving your self fully. But in our world, this is what we called love, two way street of only the good things --- and the bad well, love is a hard concept of life. Whichever way you view love, then that's what it is.
Marlina Feb 2018
I will love you not just on 14th of February;
Or on your birthday;
Or even on any special day of your life.

I'll just wait for you when you get out of office;
Fetch you, ask you "how have been your day?"
Tap your head and say:
"It's just a bad day, not a bad life"
'Cause you have me & your family;

I'll smile and laugh with you when you're happy;
I'll listen to you when you're sad.
I'll be the funniest clown in town.
I'll be the best singer you want.

I could be your food buddy, even coffee you love.
I could be the photographer in every place you've been.
I could be your diary or journal of your whole life, that I want.
I could be everything, for you to feel my love.
Sabila Siddiqui Feb 2018
Selfless love
pours out like a waterfall
from her loving and caring heart
nurturing all who would drink from it.

Courage seeps from every inch of her muscle
protecting and guarding
For she is our guardian angel.

Her heart beats at a different frequency
But resonates with each one of ours
Embracing and harmonizing
creating a beautiful symphony.

Like a sunshine
she refuses to eclipse
radiating positivity and happiness
To the deepest, darkest of corners.

Encouraging, rearing and believing
pushing and advising
she gave and gave
planting flowers in our gardens
helping us bloom
and bringing the best versions of ourselves forth.

Unconditional and pure is her love
Patient is her soul
She is our mother
And a very happy birthday to her!
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