Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#falter
He chased after with slight desperation, But getting away was my motivation. He has always been faster, So soon I became the latter. A hand wrapped around a wrist, A light hold I couldn't resist. Imploring me to listen, they insist. The adornment of devoted words wouldn't desist. The words of love burned my heart so; A small crack in resolution with each syllable bestowed. For I knew fully well, What his heart had to compel. But for some difficult reason, My mind committed treason.
0
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
I want to, I really do
Vowels fall away: in my ears the reveries -- come in faltering.
0
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
[ Vowels fall away ]
We may falter we may fall, But if one of us is able to rise from the ashes then others didn't fall at all. For they live in me and I'm vengeance watch them all falter. They will evaporate like rain, soaking the earth as they fall. We may have faltered, but you fell before you thought i'd have fallen but I like the fallen, we all stand tall...
0
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
We May Have Fell
When the tall falter, Then those Who were beneath Can show that Even below. They were always Beneath view. Standing tall beneath shadows, They shone bright.
0
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Shining Brighter
like two banks of the same river sharing a stream but never meeting like two heads on the same pillow sharing a dream but always sleeping like two heads of the same coin when one shows face the other will hide like two beats of the same drum one heart out of place one hardened inside like thoughts on the tip of the tongue a predictable sentence never put in to words like lines on a ******* tightrope this addictive tension will never get cut a spark in the darkness forming filaments of fire a centennial light of ever burning desire
0
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Stark, Lost Lovers
Needles seeking north with cursed magnets in the way. Some call it stupid; But I say brave And wish that I was one. Reluctantly The driver stops To watch me leave his whirring chair. I nod and say goodbye. Sparkles fill the air Where fly the remnants of my broken dreams, Shattered by the hardness of my cold and quaking heart. And then he drives away. I'm faltering Just on the edge Leaning out above the flow Of time and space and whispers in the dark. Happy is the man whose heart is one Whose heart is won. And I? I'll be okay. In time. The driver will come back to me and find a wholly different flower In the pocket of my coat. He'll smile when he sees me Like he always does. Feathers aren't weightless, but they sure help you fly. Heartache, too, gives wings to your sigh. Someday, I'll build a new boat. Someday, I'll try. Someday, I'll laugh and it won't be a lie But now? Who am I kidding, really.
0
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Faltering
I once descried chained feathers in the sky; they swim from the swift breeze, so high. Wings do falter, yet one still went by. Ensnared on a garden; I yearn to fly.
0
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
Loved birds
Far from arms length, further in terms of time. Restless nights multiply effortlessly. Hope lingering past beyond points of doubt. Chances abused, but an abundance equal to the piece's of my heart. Determination upon a questionable creature. But rather face this storm then regret it all. I falter in pursuit, more so at night.
0
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Faltering hope
Shoulder blades collapse; Burdens seemingly falter. Let the hours beware.
0
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
Heap
Things would get better A thought i've insisted on my hoping heart Love would bring us closer Wishing nothing would tear us apart Our spirits will not falter Its been a struggle for us two. Have I been the only one fighting Am I losing little by little with no clue. Girl tell me.. what you really feel? I'd fight if you let me I'll leave if you want to. I'd stay if you tell me I'd take the all the chances for you
0
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
I love you. What am I to you?
When you falter, I f a l t e r. Guess what happens when you stop.
0
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
Pacemaker