Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
When the lights go out
I’ll be right there
beside you
and if you
cannot bear
to turn on the lights
then I will sit with you
talk with you
in the pitch black
When you can’t look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark
-The mad hatter
I want to call you
Milkyway,
That sweet outside,
That tasteful yet
gooey centre,
covered in a hard shell,
Yet you have
The beauty of the night stars,
Sky and all the wonders
It carries with it.
This life simplifies
Perspectives if you can see
The beautiful side.
Different views on how we look at life. I think it’s perfect, although some people may not be. Either way, I’ve always loved animals more!
It's a miracle,
That I live
And have you,
On my side.
Stroke it, a try to complexity
gives
pretentious expression
It is no longer obvious
I'm thinking of
pink sky
on
no clouds
I think there is no longer me, you, it
There is only one
pink sky
No clouds
balloons
just hot air balloons
over
Pink sky
I'm truly in love having
You in my life sweetheart,
Your gentel touch,
Warms my heart....

I'm smiling.....

Not a day goes by when
I dream about you at night,
Your the perfect woman to love in life,
I smile thinking about you,
I Whisper,
I love you.....

I'm blessed you are
Forever in my life,
Your my everything,
Cherished memories
With you forever,
Your the one I truly love,
Kissing your lips I
Softly whisper your
My lover, my best friend, my wife, Your the beat too my heart, Forever now and
Until the end.....
His Heart
you were the ... one
you were the days
you were my life
since i've held out your hands

you were the ... one
you were my ways
you were the most
that will be the first and last

you were the one
in the time
of our eternity

in the life
we've shared
of you and me

it was all you
but in the past
 Nov 2019 Viji Vishwanath
Adel
i am the flower
i go blossom
they call me beautiful
i go die
they cut me off
they throw me away
so worthless
and useless

i am the flower
*that's what i am
 Nov 2019 Viji Vishwanath
Adel
People said
Romanticizing is too dramatic
And sad poetries
Are kind of untold suicidal notes
And poets
Are too broken, bluer than a bruise
Blacker than old stretches
As miserable as a grayish dark cloudy sky
As heavy as the hazy rainfalls on a rooftop
Little know they realize
That words hurt
And sharp,
Like a knife twisted in a soul.
Next page