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 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
JM
Searched for my virtue.
Wandered, found my vice instead.
Been there ever since.
I thought about you today
I think about you a lot
and about how you promised me a garden
you promised me a lot
I thought about your sheets
on top of us a lot
and how I told you my secrets
I told you a lot
I thought about your t-shirts
I wore them a lot
and how you kissed my forehead
your lips are chapped a lot
And I thought about how we were never in love
but we said those words a lot
and I am so sorry that I hurt you
*I hurt people a lot
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
Tara Fear
I open my bottles,
They have sweet release,
Like finding love and inner peace,

So come, come find your release;
Let’s get high,
Get real and feel, the planets, the stars, the sky,

Spaced out, Crossing constellations,
Brake the moon, our ship, our stations,
Star struck lovers collide up high,
***** stop outs, in God’s eye.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
lolosworld
Give Me your heart,
And I'll show you a heart break.
Give Me your soul,
And I'll take your life.
Give Your memories,
The safest place for me.
In your head, I'll Be alright.  

Give Me a moment,
I need to think straight,
Give Me a chance,
And I will prevail.
Give Me a reason,
I shouldn't be leaving.
Or else my ship will Sail.  

I'm moving on,
Got places to go.
I'm on the run.
And I'm far from home.
I see the solutions,
To your head's pollution,
Please Know that you're, not alone.  

I have a smile,
with Dimples agile,
Its been known all around.
And the reason i smile,
Had been gone for awhile.
But still my smile is found.  

You can't break steel,
You can't destroy thoughts,
You can only adapt.
Don't Know where I'm going,
Been Running for awhile.
But I'm glad, That I'm, where I'm at..  

Give Me your ear,
And I'll tell you a story.
Its been told before.
Life is too short, To give up or worry.
So what are we fighting for?
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
lolosworld
what I'm supposed to be.
is not even close to me.
i guess my path decided to hide.
The things I'm supposed to do,
And all of the people who,
I love in this world don't collide.

I know I'm not where i belong.
But I'm still not coming home.
I'll Be gone until i find myself.
I've Got my problems,
And I'm looking to solve them.
But i still don't need your help.  

The mirrors seen about enough of me.
To last for eternity.
I think I'll give myself a break.
From My responsibilities.
Reach For my liberties.
Spend The day out on the lake.  

I've been myself for long enough,
to take time for myself but.
I think I'll disappear.
I've Got mistakes to make,
A few more turns to take.
I've Got nothing left to fear.
And I'm starting right here.
Why do we cry?
Do we cry when we hide?
To empty out our mind?
To hide something hurting inside?
Do we cry to show a part of us died?

Why do we cry?
Is it to say we are sad?
Or possibly mad?

Why do we cry?
To say that we are happy?
Does it make us more sappy?
Does it show those outside, what we are feeling inside?
Is it to tell a story, show our needs?
Is it to show someone we are truly sorry?

We cry and cry
Cry throughout our whole life?
We cry and cry though it brings us strife?
Does it do all the things you want it to?
Does crying really help you?

I have no idea for I am no physician.
I have no theory to reach a decision.
I shall wonder and wonder as I cry and cry.
Is it helping me or am I wasting my time?
Is it a helpless reaction?
If so what's the cure?
I guess I'll never know for sure.

So I'll just keeping wondering.
I shall continue to cry.
Why do we cry?
I'll never know why.
Maybe I'll find it out before I die.
The reason why we always cry.
I don't like you** because you're so **** cute.
The way you smile and the things you do.
You take silly pictures and I go insane.
All these feelings I just can't contain.

I don't like you because you make me feel.
I feel this feeling that's so unreal.
Yet I know you don't feel the same.
I am even lucky you know my name.
And if our names weren't the same you wouldn't know that.
I know you would have forgotten it, that's a fact.

I don't like you 'cause you make me love you.
You make me feel the way that I do.
And you do that though you don't feel the same.
You do those things that drive me insane.

Why do you do what you do to me.
Does seeing me hurt make you happy?

I don't like you because you turn my heart into goo.
And I hate that I can't get over you.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
Julia
Writing poetry about breaking up is juvenile,
I know.
Maybe one day, I'll stop;
But that would require me fully moving on first.

I feel like the world's biggest stalker.
We haven't even spoken in 2 months,
Which is monumental
When you consider the fact that
You alone
Occupied my evenings
For a year and a half.

A strange phenomenon happens
Every time I search for you
Here on Hello Poetry.

What is it you ask?
It's a certain tingling sensation
That starts somewhere secret
And creeps up my spine
Until my whole self is covered in prickly goosebumps.

When the sheer sight of your name
no longer holds the ability to send chills down my spine,
My pathetic poems will stop.
 Feb 2013 Warda Kashif
Ogden Nash
Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.
I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwells
In me but snow and icicles.
For pity’s sake, give your advice,
To melt this snow and thaw this ice.
I’ll drink down flames; but if so be
Nothing but love can supple me,
I’ll rather keep this frost and snow
Than to be thaw’d or heated so.
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