Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#oneside
Like a withered flower still in the garden, I can still love you I need sunlight, not only rain Why can my mind never be blank? When you knock on my heart's door? How can I escape from this? Can I? When I look in your eyes, It gives me heaven through hell. How can I forget you? It grows deeper than the root in soil.
0
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
Is it love ?
First step, our eyes clash— Like startled sparrows taking flight. Autumn leaves flutter down, Carrying my heart into the twilight. Three words linger on my tongue (Soft as petals, heavy as stone), But my pulse steals them away When your gaze slips past my own. Reality blurs— A papercut silence. Hurt blooms quiet and deep, As our paths refuse to align— Parallel, endless, Yet never meant to meet.
0
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:54 PM UTC
Fleeting Glances
The time I saw you first, I thought I’d found my world — as if the universe itself had paused to place a star within my reach. Our eyes still meet each day — but not us. You are the moon behind clouds — always there, but never mine to touch. I had no courage to speak — and when I did, you had already become a memory. We both are like the sun and the moon — sharing the same sky, but never the same moment. Two hearts circling, forever apart. You laugh, you live, unaware of me, While I drown in silent oceans of ‘what if.’ You were never mine — not even close, But you became the song my heart repeats. In every prayer, I ask for you, But I think something is missing in that prayer — like a candle trying to light the sun. What did my heart see in you so true, That it chose pain like a poet chooses ink — writing love with wounds that never heal? I only imagine how happy life would be if fate had drawn our stars side by side. But dreams are just glass — and I keep bleeding from the pieces. Still, I wait — like a wilted flower waits for spring that never comes. Till the day I take my last breath, loving you quietly, like a shadow follows light. Whenever we meet again — in this world or another — I will want to be yours. Forever. And I hope… when I close my eyes forever, your face is the last sunset I see.
0
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
The Heart That Never Meets
WHY WHY WHY Why love is not simple Why can't I get some who love me Why all the time is one side   Why I always die every day and night Why do I always think about him Why does my memory recall his memories with him as friend Why ,why ,why My love is incomplete Why I need to suffer Why does my heart feel the pain and eyes feel the dullness Why why why  always me , I just want some moment with him like , we love each other ,fall into our eyes ,talk with eyes , spend an hour together without any lies But all I know is that he loves some ones with all the compassion that I have toward him I just bothered him a million times to get hy from him Why all those things with me . I put down my self respect like water like there is no emotion Why am I like him , am I crazy or am I going to be Why I do not get the art of letting him with this incomplete one side love He is close to someone else's heart,why my heart always aches by thinking about them together Ufff why my love is not simple ,like other When I get over him ,when I choose my heart ,my feelings,when I let him go from my heart Or when I die with these whys of one side love
0
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 3:01 AM UTC
Why one side love ?
What happens to love unrequited? Does it go back to the lover? Or does it find another target? Does it dissolve in the pool of tears shed? Or does it stay in the heart and weigh it down? What happens to love untold? Does it stay in the silence of its own being? Or in the many little gestures? Does it find peace in the saddest of melodies.. What happens to love denied? What happens to love destroyed? Does it stay in the injustice of it? Is love all-knowing? Or is it an ignorant fool? Is it a product of vulnerability, or maybe the cause itself? Is it the stairwell to heaven or hell? Is love overdosed, like ******* Does it overshadow real pain? Does love even exist? Or is it a phantom of your dreams? Is falling in love the vertigo 'dizzy' ? Or the comfort 'fuzzy'? Is the promise of love an eternal lie? Maybe love is just that - a million unanswered questions, a thousand gazes unmet....
0
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
What's love?
I love to fall asleep. Why? Because only then can I dream the most beautiful dreams. I can dream of you. You are beside of me and holding me and I am save from all the demons in my head. You protect me and my Heart is warm. I wish I can dream forever And Never wake up. I love to dream. Because you are there with me. In reality you are miles way and you don't love me like you do in my dream. So I prefer to sleep forever like aurora And maybe one day you'll kiss me in reality and wake me up.
0
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
Dream....
its the sudden denseness in the air ; erratic change of breathing ; the struck of dizziness ; vigilance pumping through your veins ; wholesome fear toppling onto you as it hushes you to be utterly still, do not make a sound. Avoid his heavy gaze meeting yours, avoid it. Do not stare back at heartbreak.
0
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
heartbreak
You see.. it's kinda like dodge ball but you can't throw back
0
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
Effortless
love is literally doing the unexpected its when youve lived your whole life trying to avoid that one thing but once you fall, that thing youve avoided all this time becomes your favorite love is when his flaws are blessing and his smile is everything you need love is when he walks by and you take a deep breath; because youre smelling his perfume for sure and trying to catch your breath because he gave you a mini heart attack love is getting addicted to horoscopes you just check his horoscope everyday just to make sure hes ok and sometimes yours to see if there will ever be a chance or so love is gazing all day thinking of him of his hair and that beard, breath taking beard craving to touch his beard, the beard of a patient man, love is loving his smile that smile they mentioned in songs and fairytails the smile your mom described when you were 4, and told you its prince charming's smile the smile youve dreamed of and now its finally true, you can see it that smile when he finally smiles you look up and it feels like the whole world literally froze you forget about every person around you and all you can see is that smile its the smile of that brave man, with a beard, hiding a small child inside well both of them, the man and the child inside, have stolen your attention ever since you met them ever since you fell for them ever since theyve been the only thing on your mind and in your heart and all your life its like your whole world is about that man and the child inside him you see whats right through him, you cry cause you know that hes crying inside and you fall apart when your shoulders touch as he walks beside and you pray for a small conversation between you two and you spend nights and nights thinking about the small sentence he told you and every time you have an eye contact it takes you an hour to calm yourself and his voice makes your heart skip a beat but you enjoy you enjoy every second of it even though hes not yours and you may never be even though hes far and youll never meet you still enjoy having him in your life and loving him every second of your life you enjoy dreaming of him, thinking of him, looking at him, waiting for him to notice you Its torture Its pain Its love Its insane Youll love with all your heart Youll get hurt And youll smile Youll feel pleasure And cry Youll deny at times and confess at times It'll be a crazy ride Its love
0
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
It's not a poem!
love is literally doing the unexpected its when youve lived your whole life trying to avoid that one thing but once you fall, that thing youve avoided all this time becomes your favorite love is when his flaws are blessing and his smile is everything you need love is when he walks by and you take a deep breath; because youre smelling his perfume for sure and trying to catch your breath because he gave you a mini heart attack love is getting addicted to horoscopes you just check his horoscope everyday just to make sure hes ok and sometimes yours to see if there will ever be a chance or so love is gazing all day thinking of him of his hair and that beard, breath taking beard craving to touch his beard, the beard of a patient man, love is loving his smile that smile they mentioned in songs and fairytails the smile your mom described when you were 4, and told you its prince charming's smile the smile youve dreamed of and now its finally true, you can see it that smile when he finally smiles you look up and it feels like the whole world literally froze you forget about every person around you and all you can see is that smile its the smile of that brave man, with a beard, hiding a small child inside well both of them, the man and the child inside, have stolen your attention ever since you met them ever since you fell for them ever since theyve been the only thing on your mind and in your heart and all your life its like your whole world is about that man and the child inside him you see whats right through him, you cry cause you know that hes crying inside and you fall apart when your shoulders touch as he walks beside and you pray for a small conversation between you two and you spend nights and nights thinking about the small sentence he told you and every time you have an eye contact it takes you an hour to calm yourself and his voice makes your heart skip a beat but you enjoy you enjoy every second of it even though hes not yours and you may never be even though hes far and youll never meet you still enjoy having him in your life and loving him every second of your life you enjoy dreaming of him, thinking of him, looking at him, waiting for him to notice you Its torture Its pain Its love Its insane Youll love with all your heart Youll get hurt And youll smile Youll feel pleasure And cry Youll deny at times and confess at times It'll be a crazy ride Its love
Continue reading...
57