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I'm torn between The comfort Of your waist And the warmth Of your cheek
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Hugs (neck or waist)
Snow flakes settle on your lashes Melt to cool tears Rolling gently over your cherry cheeks To kiss the corners of your warm smile Bedazzling winter bling Icy joy brought from heaven Simply beautiful © 2019 MJL
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Tears Of Winter Joy
She paints such things That the world thought it knew But in such a way That each color, each hue Each texture, so surreal It transcended the real And gave off the feel Of Monique Born of the embers Of undiscovered stars With eyes that would shine Amidst streetlights and cars And then outshine the day With a brilliant array As if this world, it spake Of Monique Emulating sunrises With beauties of sunsets A smile on her face That no soul would forget Each whisper a symphony Embedded in history The untold, renowned mysteries Of Monique Prophet and poet Both will rise and will fall The words of greats and kings Will then fade, all in all Yes the universe sings in praise Compilations all raised On the beautiful shades Of Monique My voice is cracking My eyes filled with crust These fingers will curl As I venture to the dust But I would wish nothing more Than to write a score Of the love that is stored For Monique
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
For Monique
I still think you´re a masterpiece The artwork I could admire forever But as every other beautiful piece of art You don’t belong to me Oh honey it hurts like hell To be standing here craving you In the door of the gallery One last look with tears in my eyes And praying that who takes you home Will appreciate the art of you
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
My favorite piece
i held your face in my lap thinking about the countless times i have traced over freckles and creases constantly discovering new constellations never getting tired of your perfect imperfections i mean that is just how things are you never experience the same things in the exact same way twice you are like watching my favorite movie for the thousandth time i know how it ends i have every line and every scene memorized but i am still surprised when i discover new things in the background its the same with destinations out of all of the places we have been together you are still my favorite i’ve been there before i have the map memorized trails only i have walked parts of your mind only i have seen but each mental picture i take has different lighting or is taken from a different angle you are my favorite song i know all of the lyrics by heart but some days different lines stand out to me more than others sometimes i like to listen to the acoustic version and somedays i cant stand to hear it at all my favorite parts of you are constantly changing and growing and i am okay with that you are both my something old and my something new i am glad i get the chance to experience both parts of you
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
the remix of repetition
I have gone through the pain those whom are close know. I have endured it all. Theres those whom pity me or my life. I ask for no pity of those. Nor sadness. I only ask as of eyes upon my passion. My life. It is not one to say its well. Its not quite easy but ive dealt. I may have broken but i musnt say im no queen. I may feel deep pain from a time, A time called the past. I've learned. My past is not to consume whom I am. My past is a story. Its my pain i hold yes. It still hurts me to the present day. I've come to know my pain dearly well. But i've turned pain. Death defying pain into wisdom and strength. Ive become the queen i was. I've only became stronger through the time being. Pain kills but also heals. -Lovey
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Strength
It really is hard *** I do have love for you Even after finding out the real reasons u were there for u kno who! I kno u grew to like me alittle ... It just ***** *** now we can find a way to hang out and meet In the middle! U really did make me happier and brought me lots of joy Just suxs now *** I can't play anymore with my boy toy ( jk) I'm sorry I didn't tell u how u being there affected me Maybe one day i will be able to but until then in my heart missing u is where u will be!!
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Where u will be
I really enjoy school, like, really REALLY enjoy school. Aside from the insurance of a happier future, which will come in time, there's also that guarantee of a happier time, which is now, which is whenever she's around. Whenever she's around, I do better, simple as that. It's the simplest fact, she motivates me. She motivates me to get that 100%, to do more than just pass, to get A's as straight as Rulers used in geometry class, Shout out to Mrs. L! And you know what isn't enough? 7 periods in a day. Give me 10 more commas, a hyphen, anything, to help me catch my breath – she's taken it all, and with it she ran away. She takes notes as efficiently as the way she passes them to me. I'd study our nation's entire timeline, and still make time for dinner and a movie. She makes me smile like there were helium balloons tied to the ends of my lips,   balloons, red like my cheeks, as they touch the ends of your fingertips, But before it can rise  past the stratosphere, Take my hand, let's get out of here, I don't need to be in chemistry class, We've already taught each other that, and truthfully my dear, we've got a bond stronger than H2O. So drown me in memories we've made, and hold me under the ones we will. If I have to be wherever you are, no matter how far, I'll be there still. You make perfect attendance so **** easy to me. xoxo
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
A Love Note Placed Inside Locker 12B
I didn't meet you that long ago, But now the wind knocking rain drops, From the tree tops, Sounds like an orchestrated symphony. But the long love lettered lips, Tell me that in turn they push onto mine with passion. Because you have my full and undying attention. All do to one, small, silly, Fluke.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
My Handsome Boy Named Fluke
I can write poetry when you call And just a few lines when you write But when there's no contact at all The pages of my notebook remain white
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
I Can Write Poetry...