"hopless" poems
I'm a hopeless romantic
I'm in love with love
I believe in fairytales
I do the cheesiest stuff
I'm a hopeless romantic
I dream in color about you
I think of falling in love
I dream of just us two
I'm a hopeless romantic
I smile at the idea of us
Surfing on rainbows
And jumping on clouds
I'm a hopless romantic
All I think of is you
I knew we were in love
And then I woke up
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
The Hopeless Romantic...
You lust me,
But you love me not.
I want to know your deepest secrets, and the passions that make your heart soar.
I want your love so much..
oh so much,
that it brings me to the floor.
I want to sleep next to you,
and write sweet poems about you when I can't sleep through the night.
Then I want to read them to you,
while you're awake,
So you can hold me tight.
But instead you choose the other girl.
Because you always do.
You'll swipe up on my pictures,
and tell me sweet nothings you think I want to hear...
Lust after my body,
as if my mind wasn't here.
I'm the girl you lust after,
not the girl you love.
I'm a hopless romantic,
because I know i'll never find someone who loves me for me...
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 7:41 AM UTC
My favorite story in greek/roman mythology is the story of Persephone and Hades.
I always though that she was in love with him
That she was the good grace that saved him
Almost as yin and yang, two beautiful opposites that fell perfectly into what I described as love.
But as I read inbetween the inbetween of the lines
I learned that I was wrong.
She wasn't happy at all, she just couldn't leave.
She was trapped in a whirlwind of melancholy
Longing for a hand to grab through the storm.
And as she grew sadder, so did the world around her.
When she was not with Hades flowers grew inbetween her toes
and butterflies danced across the clouds,
But when she had to leave the sky rained monotone gray.
I was Persephone, I longed to help the hopless
and in hope of love being returned to me from the hands of god
all i was given, was nothing.
But then you came.
You swooped me off of my feet and doused me in saphires.
You showed me what it felt like to be loved.
I'll admit, the feeling is new,
But sometimes you have to grab the hands of fate and just hope that you'll be catched.
Because at the end of the day, why keep picking roses if they're thorns make you bleed?
Thats why I prefer Sunflowers;
and I'm sure if she had the chance, Persephone would too.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
I keep thinking I will see you again, my best friend, my love.
The reels in my mind play over and over again, what if...
Each day away, a day of sorrow, in a lonely tale of me.
And you? What becomes of you, I wonder and wonder.
My heart pounds as tears stream silently from eyes that search hopless.
Tears, like you, fall away never to be apart of me again.
Closure they say, is for those who have moved on, estranged ones have no closure here.
Abandoned, left never knowing why, left with all these empty promises.
Those lips I would have kissed forever, the hand which fit perfectly with mine.
The beautiful person I cherished loved and adored, whom I still feel so much for.
May have well been a dream, of which bliss woke up to a nightmare.
I know I need to let you go.
I wonder when I will feel better again.
Always the fool, I will always wish the best for you.
Even if it is not me, beside you.
For you ar never coming back.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
10/23/13 1:40am
These butterflies keep me awake
And to think that was just the first date
Sweet souls wanting more
Get out of this town and explore
Nervousness calmed by smiles and laughter
Could be the one I'd chase after.
7:57am 12/6/13
Chased a little bit,
slipped in some ********
Don't care where, what, who your with
Figured you out by the fifth
Wouldn't talk to me, ya just hid
If we make plans I'd hope you'd keep it
An honest man wouldn't have too many secrets
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
**Picture this as we slip into a bliss
An infatuation soon to be missed
The bittersweet feeling
A fragile wound longing for healing
The way your eyes meet mine
For eternity I'd be fine
Let us embrace this adventure
The desire for unforgettable pleasure
A kiss to seal the deal
Just to make it real
Like aged wine
It tastes better over time
Gently caress my heart
And take it with you when we drift apart
I may be a hopless romantic
But this feeling has made me frantic
I'll shed one tear & give cheers
That life has gotten me here
So if this could ever be l-o-v-e unraveling
Please don't catch me when I'm falling**
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Depressed, she sit in front of her cracked mirror, putting on her disquise...
She crys behind a hopless smile, thats hoped to hide her insecurity, but only reveals the hurt thats bottled up inside her forgotten heart. On her way to her corner she weeps. Because shes forced to sell her self to get her mom money for drugs that brings abuse to her bruises. ...Critisism follows her wherever she goes. shes been belittled and told shes worthless her whole ife.....Longs to be accsepted by someone whose not just intrested on her buy.. shes been pushed aside and called trash for to long... who will believe in her? who will carry the weight on her shoulders, tthats been pulling her deeper and deeper into the hell that shes living in...
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Well...
What a surprise...
Still sat here, with shatterd lines...
If only...
When I awoke...
The world could just explode...
Leave me to feel free, for once in my life...
No incandesent feeling, remose or smile...
As you all tell me how hard your lifes are, I squwerm with anguish.
I cry out ******* let me get on with it."
I will not be still...
I will not take shelter...
Because lifes to short, helterscelter...
Friends are needed...
Laughs requierd...
For heavens sake just retire...
So the young can improve, grow and aspire..
You who hold us down, saying "Your hopless go smoke some thing."
Is that what you desire...
Because when your old torn and tattard,
It will be me feeding you,
washing you down.
For this is the eighth time you have soild yourself today...
No more. No more...
NO MORE
For tomorrow is another day,
for you to point the finger and say
Your useless and ******
go back to robbing homes
And leave these jobs to the bracket Grown'ups close bracket...
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
You the moon,
are a warrior;
the finest I know.
Despite the heaviness of darkness
(that rests on your shoulders)
each night you arise anew
(to fight a battle you haven't chosen)
and cut through the darkness,
with your silver sword
(of courage and love).
You the moon,
are an angel;
I'm sure of that!
You are the helping hand for many
(your light pulls up hopless soles)
as strong melodies play from the distance
(carried within magical runes)
while you shine your beauty upon us,
that is felt with the heart
(by those who listen).
Oh moon,
I look up to you;
in such wonder.
Legends and myths are woven around you
(some told by wolves, others by the wind)
you are a mystery never to be fully uncovered
(yet every night a little more)
but all of your faces are friends of mine,
and I smile whenever I see a glimpse
(of you, the amazing moon).
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Beautiful,
Just like a
Young male teenager experiencing
The state of euphoria,
Just like a
Hopless romantic that finally
Found her love.
The meanings,
So
Bitter sweet
Just
So nice and
Pleasant to read.
The sky is falling down
So hard,
Circles made of
Pure heaven,
Just like a
Gold girl.
But also,
From the eigth circle of hell
From the most darkest spots of the nest
The birds strangled,
Wanting to be free
But sadly,
Freedom doesn't exist.
But that's just how I
Interpret things that are called
Poems.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
Tears like waterfalls crash down in never ending emotion. Ripped from reality, doomed, hopless, under mind control; instability everywhere. She wanders through a nightmarish scene. A scoundrel who owns her every move, her thoughts a desperate secret she has to keep. Begging the pain to end, begging for answers to questions she cannot ask. What is love?
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
I live in the desert
Where the snow doesn't fall,
Losing myself in the wanderings:
Endless, restless, hopless.
For there is no return
To the home I know not.
The wind heaves,
The dirt stirs,
And I remain.
There is no escape,
There is no alternative,
For I live in the desert
Where the snow doesn't fall.
tsk
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
I was never good at writing love poems untill I met you
we all have this one person you would do anything for, like anything
you could die for that other human without hesitation, without doubt
they know each other for almost a year now and a lot had changed
she fell in love with her that year and it killed you inside, everything
she wanted to give up on her so many times, it was so so hopless
and I knew, I knew you loved me, I knew you were in love with me
maybe she was just afraid to let someone in, to let someone love her
it was the darkness that was always haunting her, the demons inside
I remember the first time the razors kissed my veins, it was a thursday
I remember the blood and the crying, the shame and the crying, crying
it were the wodka and punk rock music the piercings and tattoos
the time of high wasted jeans and timberlands, red lipstick and eyeliner
the stories the kids told on the street were probably made up, fake
even the broken childeren needed a laugh once in a while, fake
nobody thought that we also deserved to be happy, just for once..
we could blame it on the internet or television, the time we live in
blame our parents for not loving us the way they should love us
the pills we ate every night just to find a way to escape this **** hole
this girl always made feel a little bit more alive but now she's gone
she's gone and I know she is coming back soon but she feels gone
like that part of me that was made for her is gone, I feel alone again
music is filling the hole what is left crying in my heart, my soul
and if I begged you would you stop this, the feeling of loneliness
can you stop me from hurting myself, stop me from being worthless
happy endings are made for happy people, I am not getting one, ever
I always was a sucker for attention and cheap love, dont blame me
love poems aren't a thing for me.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Bound to a memory thats quickly fading,
Your on your knees deperately praying.
Keep the past so crisp and clear,
So the pain keeps raw the hopless fear.
Take your pleeding to a higher might,
One with boundless un-clouded sight.
To Keep you locked in this eternal moment,
Making time cease being your torturous opponent.
Lost in his eyes seconds so splendid.
Defy every whim that fate intended.
For in two days your eyes will close,
Never to bring his cheeks to that subtle rose.
Kiss a smile that makes you quake,
deep down knowing every coming mistake.
For on this morning that you remember,
A fury burned in you as red as embers.
Words were said that you can't unsay,
Your temper could not abate this fray,
On the road that was slick with ice
Blood red rivers ran in a sickening slice.
The lights went out and the world got colder,
The ice moved in ever the bolder.
I miss your eyes that warmed me to my centre,
Now ever sore and fetid from this haunting splinter.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
False sense and even more hopless logic.
The meak bleed the dream and the truth exists for the chosen .
Weaknes is a sin and in the darkness he awaits to embrace .
Shunned like you my child why seek exceptance when the cruel torment
And the so called wicked remain silent inspite there action's?
Part of my soul is never anothers to consume i made these steps alone dont give credit to none that have aided your efforts .
Embrace your desires burn in the flames of want and be truthful while others exist within there lies .
The wind holds more truths for it breathes life were hope only lends to help the weak remain.
Never seek acceptance .
The embrace awaits those not blind within heart.
Do not follow and you will never be led astray.
Truth is always the first victim to fear .
Bleed only for your own existance .
I bare no message to the ignorant .
Just a simple slap to the face harder than you may give to me.
Right your own rules before you become a fool for anothers .
Whispers in shadows .
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
°°°°
The heat of your soft breath,
leaves a warmth that makes my skin pine for you
Every hair standing on air charged with desire
Finger tips lace curves and edges
I'm desperately afraid to lose touch
Magnatised hips follow Arching up to meet your designs
Eyes locked suspended in time
Youre on my frequency
reading every thought,
Unlocked.
Confessions tumble helplessly
Every wish,
Every hope
Every intricate design ive held for us
nothing but surrender
Every wall vapourised
°°°°
Souls exposed mingling through eachother
Light danced us through aeons of memories
I tore up every star to find you
Kissing the footprints I followed as markers
You saw it all
Every desperation
Every hopless call
Endless pits of lamentation
A Tortured seperation
A pain to rival all pain
And still it wasnt enough
To forgive me.
°°°°
You stood one moment longer than the last time
i almost felt you let me in
I clung desperately to the cliffs of hope
As you picked away my fingers
And blew me a kiss before the fall.
°°°°
A shattering thud was the door of your heart
Closing upon my breaking.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
you're a hopeless romantic and he's a realist
you think he's the one, he has to be "the one"
while he's thinking ill find another like my last lover
but you're stuck on him
him
him
forever him.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Every morning
As the Alarm clock
Slowly brings
The classical music Station on
And I wake from
Vivid dreams
Of places I have never been
Nor seen
I drink my coffee and await
My daily dispensation
My script
My Medication
To help fight my Illnesses
Allegedly at least
That's what the medical
People say
And I never argue
I don't know how
But the walk
The walk to the chemists
It humiliates me
Makes me feel like a criminal
Or a ****** in need of a fix
A poacher in search of a doe
The walk in rain and shine
It lessens me
Step by step
Until I recieve
My daily dispensation
And I walk those same steps back
On old, old streets, with people
In early morning fluster
Creating a new day
While mine as a hopless case
is ending
In a roundabout way
And I bring my daily dispensation
Home, and what happens then?
All I know is that my hands stop
Shivering
And I am able to stand up
And feel as a living person
Every day,
It is a tiresome thing
Had I known
Such pain was possible
I should think
I would have stayed in
The womb
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Was it always supposed to be?
Was it decided by him above?
That it was always meant for me,
To encounter and fall in love.
Was it supposed to afflict
My beating heart and soul?
Was it supposed to make
These eyes
Vacuous with no control?
Force me into recollecting
The feelings
And the thoughts
I had compressed,
Of all those meetings
Inform my simple mind
All that is unfair,
How I Was destined to fall,
As a single, never a pair,
Into Heartbreak and despair..
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
Hello.
One word.
Two syllables.
A knife through the air of silence.
An enemy of loneliness.
The word itself could bring hope to the hopless.
A smile to the smileless.
A friend to the friendless.
Hello.
A simple word could lead to million things,
it can bring you joy,
love,
heartbreak,
but it could also make you fall
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Rip you to shreds.
Tear your heart out.
Leave tears streaming down your face.
For hello is a undecided thing;
Nor friend or enemy.
It's just hello.
A word,
the beginning of a story.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds
And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:
Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.
And...
I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"
Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor
And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold
For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Today is his birthday,
But I don't know what to say.
Other than the ordinary "happy birthday" that everyone else is going to say to him.
I can't help but think about last year when I opened my body to him as a gift on a whim.
With fiery eyes and my legs spread apart, mirroring my heart, as he nervously took my gift of unision.
Now that I think about it, it was stupid really, I should have gave him a cake for him to dig in.
But instead he quietly persisted and I let myself succumb.
I didn't think that the next year, I would feel so numb.
I want to give him the gift of my love but it's something lost in the fog in the distance of empty roads.
A garden once blooming, crushed by the cement he paved before I had implode.
It's selfish of me to make this all about myself.
It's just so hard to see all of his things on my art shelf.
I want to tell him I love him and I'm glad he stuck around for another year of his life.
As he whispers that he's so happy he met me and he wants me as his wife.
He's 20 now, but acts like a middleschooler.
Always playing games with the girl in the schoolyard, the hopless romantic middle school loser.
I always let myself fall this deep down.
My knees are so ****** and bruised and the skin of my palms are unbound.
I didn't think that I'd have to walk alone once again.
Afterall, he made the decision to let our love blast into oblivion.
I want to tell him I love and miss him and wish he can say those love-filled words to me once again.
But it isn't my birthday, so he's blowing out the candles, wishing he'll grow into a different man.
A foolish little boy, so careless with the loser's heart.
You don't realize how much you'll miss them until your heart tears apart.
I want to tell him so much more on his special day,
But my heart's voice is sewn together with thread, and all I can muster is a
"Happy Birthday."
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
my life
is that of a butterfly
i flit and flutter
and don't ask why
today i live
tomorrow i die
a butterfly knows
where a butterfly lies
my wings
are that of a dragonfly
pair by pair
i zip on by
today i live
tomorrow i die
a droagonfly knows
when a dragonfly no longer flys
my heart
is that of a honey be
i work my stinger off
for someone elses needs
then something bigger
will one day take it away from me
a honey bee knows
but a honey bee doesn't see
my brain
is that of a fruitfly
nothing more to life
then being hopless
scraping bye
today i live
tomorrow i die
a fruitfly doesn't have anything to hide
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
This thing is rare
in our mislead world...
everlasting imperfections...
hinder hopes forlorn...
while it all falls down...
People somewhere have faith...
that what they feel tomorrow
is the same as today...
For these are the lovers..
the hopeless romantics...
warriors of the heart...
the seekers of devotion...
I,
being of them,
have a powerful tale...
heartbreak and lust...
litter my trail...
leading to one day...
known as the present...
it's in...
while that's out...
my future's the now...
With a heart so tender...
and dreams so faint...
the emotions i speak...
should bare no weight...
but it's impossible...
that these things...
would be so hapless...
an emotional burial...
will never happen...
Assault...
Defense...
Protect...
What's left...
but one day soon...
what i've had
will have left...
from me
to be...
in another's life...
and what i'll be...
is what's by their side...
So I'll Fight...
Not Run...
I'll Wage War...
For Love...
Battered...
and Bruised...
I'll still receive my fate....
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:16 PM UTC