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I-sun Marami Aug 2020
The rose which was picked by your hands,
Is luckier
Than the one which grows in paradise.
Let me die in your arms,
To be the luckiest.
🌷
Kellin Aug 2020
I wanted her
She wanted me
We both wanted each other
But......
Mary Frances Aug 2020
I've been dreading the time when all will end.
Like how my dreams cease when I awake.
You're walking away, bringing every bit with you.
Like how the Autumn leaves silently fall, taking away the warmth of Summer.
I may have seen it coming like the start of winter.
So I'll just welcome the cold while letting my tears fall.
With those tears comes everything I have and all that's left to say,
"Goodbye, my love."
Austin B Aug 2020
You
Hello there.
Yes you,
You eloquently diverse human individual
that has chosen to be in this exact moment of time,
time that we all share on this planet we call home.
This year may not be the one we imagined,
but it will be the one we remember.
The one we tell our kids about,
about how the world changed,
how it was the year for no regrets,
the year for no kiss held back,
no voice unheard.
You are magnificent.
The ability to alter the future,
a future of wonder and prosperity,
a world of closeness and warmth.
In a time of distancing we forget who we are.
Stop.
And breathe.
You are okay.
Your unattainables will be attained, this is the year.
The year you will remember,
where you became You.
Don't hold back,
embrace the little conversations,
the steam on your glasses while drinking
your morning coffee.
A polite hello to a neighbor, a stranger, a friend.
Fully embracing someone else's troubles for a day,
Standing outside in the rain on purpose.
Do this world a favor,
And don't forget its still our world.
Poetic Eagle Aug 2020
lm tired of looking in the mirror and failing to recognise myself
lm tired of having a voice but l cant speak
lm tired of speaking only for me to listen
lm tired of dreaming , waking up to see a different reality
lm tired of looking exactly like the person next to me

At times l ask myself if friendship was the only thing l had to offer
how big will my circle
how many people will still be will to roll with me

Not everyone who is rolling with you is rolling for you
some are rolling against you
if you fall today how many people in your circle will still be willing to as much as you do for them

Now l ask again do l really have to be like
you so that you be for me
l thought being different was the beauty of life
My colour together with yours combined to make a beautiful rainbow
but no we all have to sing the sane song
lm tired of dancing to the same rhythm
l need a different melody

So society lm sorry
But lm setting myself free
society has taught us how to live that we have lost ourselves on the way. you don't have to be anything but yourself
UA Slam Aug 2020
A columbine of sound surrounds my ears - the vacuum's persistent validation wanes in my eyes as they catch shadows that are dyed; dalmatian fur and organized chess; voices arouse at the pupils and I want to see blue as if my eyes were always distantly blue. In entirety you are the ocean, but I pick you apart, handful by handful, and all I see is flesh. Please check the board again for I could have sworn I had you right where I wanted you. To have you now is to have you later - what more could I have asked for, in truth, the whole wide world.
Shreya Das Aug 2020
You well up my eyes,
then you stream down my face
so this is why I need time;
this is why I need space.
There's no relief. Why do I still see you in my dreams?
Wilder Aug 2020
I.
I got
So ******* hung up on you
The highs, the lows
Everything was you

So far
I was completely smitten
Every word was lyrical
Everything was you

II.
And I
I thought I had moved on
From all the pain you left me with
But still I saw
Everything was you

III.
Do you remember, how my friends
Were your friends
And our friends always spoke of how
Great we were

Do you remember, how my friends
Weren't your friends
The second I said it was over

They still say how
I can do so much better then him (you)
I'm a thousand times better then him
(Everything is still you)

But in the aftermath
Before their questions were answered
They still spoke of how
Wonderful we are
We were

So I'm sure they're lying to me
Do your friends lie to you
About me too?
Do you still have friends, after
I took our friends
And made them mine?

IV.
I called it a
Mutual ghosting
That neither of us wanted us
But I really thought you wanted us
I still don't know why you let me go
But I said I wanted to let you go

My friends asking me who I like
And I Have moved on from you
Surely I'm done with you by now

V.
I've started seeing girls in the street
God they're beautiful
(Like you were
Two, three years ago?)
Girls are pretty

I thought you were pretty
I thought I was done
I thought I was fine with the way we left us
I still write about you
Surely I'm not done with you

VI.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever really liked you
Or if I just wanted to be your friend
And my friends called it affection
I'm not really sure

VII.
I know I could've loved you
We were perfect in every way
Except I didn't have any trust or love
Because I was scared of going too fast
We were comets
If we got to close surely we'd collide

I want to be done with you
There's empty pages in front of me
I'm ready to write on them
As soon as your ghost leaves me
Please leave me
I want to be done with you
I want to move on
We were barely an us
How does that warrant this obsession
With how beautiful it was to talk with
You
A collection of scattered thoughts about the only person I've ever solely written multiple poems about.
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