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#sweetly
Where is that sweet lass With whom I sweetly frolicked Once upon the grass?
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 8:22 PM UTC
Once Upon The Grass
You were number five in forty-eight But surely you’re one in a million. Warmest eyes entice duelling incisors. Wow! Maybe it’s one in a billion. I should’ve been scared for my life that night, As Cerulean fractured Vermilion. But you were there with a hand I’d never held And Bravery that wouldn’t be felled. Revelling in a scent you’d never smelled; Incense for reverence outside The Pavilion. I’d do it all again, you know? Melt the Snow and steal the show, To be there with you, toe to toe, Beyond the darkest dance at the brightest cotillion.
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
Beyond The Darkest Dance
Oh how I intend to love so sweetly and true. Yet, I struggle to give to anyone but you. For all I observe and scrawl in these pages are but momentary actions fueled by a lost and lonely heart. My wish, my intent is to continue to give to you. Though the ways they may change Ne'er shall you be without.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
Intent
Substantial are the ways to show love To feel love and let it sink in Let it run in the veins and tear through the heart Touches now tattoos of memories So sweet and lingering So searing and painful Greater than a God above I worshiped you and gave in Sewed together my pieces to once more be torn apart I could always love you with ease You who could never love me or anything What love is this that leaves me empty but feeling full
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
Is this sweet love?
Lie to me sweetly then If the truth won't last I still hate lies But I was never so afraid of the truth
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
Lie to me sweetly
I thought that all my pains will go, That was my selfish motive in love. I never foresaw my health worsening, Now my head aches more, sweetly, though. I have her bouncing in my memories, May be on my pure love she was bouncing. I should have coated my love for protection, Lest she entered a period of parturition. I wanted to sacrifice myself more for her, Less for myself in the game of love. I never wanted her to turn rougue, For I had sworn my loyalty to her. I know not where this vertigo will take me, Everything shakes so violently in my head.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
My Head Aches More, Sweetly, though