"hoplessly" poems
Cleavage, Oh, what wounder!
Full and Round!
Soft and ****
Like a bouquet of flowers!
Fregrant & beautful,
meant to be admired.
Properly displayed,
In color and lace,
So wounderfully feminine!
A cavern of love,
She captures my attention,
And releases my desire.
Add just a smile!
Even a hint of one,
a powerful potion is revealed.
Cleavage with a Smile!
A great and powerful man,
under her **** spell.
hoplessly mesmerized,
by Cleavage with a Smile.
Don't look away!
Don't be offended!
be kind, add a smile.
Cleavage With a Smile!
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Hoplessly exhausting myself
Trying to be something special
hopelessly fixing myself
Daydreaming of being called beautiful
while I cant spot a beautiful
Thing about myself
Hopelessly sitting in a room
full of people
Staring at each and every person
Desiring for someone to speak to me
secretly wishing I wasn't so invisible
Hoplessly reminding myself
soon this will end
and life will go on.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
You asked me to draw a heart on your face,
But for me it is a sign of my love,
That would mean close contact,
While that excites me it makes me nervous too,
The truth is no matter what I still dream of you,
You have magical powers to lighten up my day,
Feelings though may not be returned,
You have another girl to caress,
To hold close,
To kiss,
To love,
And I don't really matter,
I'm just some girl who is hoplessly in love,
I'm just a girl,
Nothing special,
But she must be,
Because she has you.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 7:44 AM UTC
Distract me now
if only for a few seconds
let this chaos keep kicking up the dust
continue the scattering and never let it settle.
Distract me again
just a couple minutes longer
let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart
the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free.
Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning.
Be my decoy.
I've freed you, but who can free me?
now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see.
These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame
This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments
and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul
and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole
Distracted too long
and not even the phoenix song
can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity.
This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire
threatening to burn me with flames to inspire
but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire
Hoplessly distracted
and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended.
The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind
letting the gloom sink the sunshine.
Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended.
Distract the demon this time,
hold him off as long as you can
to escape his hold on me is my only plan
feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache
and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake.
the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make.
07.08.2009
M.Mutch.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC
and
hypnotically
the
Broken Dawn
enters our Dominion
and shatters all Faith
shattered men
walk Broken Streets
and
dreamlessly and hopelessly
continue............
as
the game
being played
repeats and repeats.........
the Killing Images
and Death
...............................continue
in its wake
hypnotically
WE
...............continue
breaking
.............or shattering
hoplessly
on
....................Dreamless Streets
Killing and Dying
needlessly
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
What I want is
To *s
l
i
p*
and *f
a
l
l*
come hoplessly tumbling V
sometimes its just too hard
to keep standing
to keep holding ^
just want to go to sleep
and live with my dreams
and never wake ^
but that would be
too easy, cowardly
so I choose to keep looking ^
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
05.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
You put me to the side
left me useless and defenseless
slone against the world
feeling unloved and unwanted.
Although you said it wasn't me
what else am I suppose to think
how else am I suppose feel
where am I suppose to turn?
What happened to your promises
your declarations and undying devotion
promising never to hurt me
yet you hurled them back at me.
All I wanted was to love you
give you my unconditional love
offer my heart on a silver platter
be "hoplessly devoted to you."
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
I remeber long nights
With your plaid button downs
Always with the first button undone
And your white T-Shirt underneath always brightend the hazel in your eyes
Memories of Germany danced on your lips
How I wanted to taste them...
The longing still holds on the end of my tongue
Car rides were always needed
But I never minded sharing them with you
Conversations of endless nothings and you didn't know I was falling hoplessly in love with you.
You may not have had the blue eyes I dreamed of as a little girl
But they looked to me like how I looked at shooting stars
The dead of night always ran through your hair as my mind ran circles around itself chasing those cosmic wonders
And there may not be a sequence to this poem
But thats how you made me feel
Out of order
Maybe a little out of place
But when I looked to you, you knew of all the wishes I spent on those shooting stars
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
I oh so desperately wish to be noticed
i'm tried of being a shadow
lurking behind you
I wish to be shiny, like sliver in the sun
i wish to shine bright
like a bullet in a gun
I wish to be loud and heard
like an scream in a tunnel
I wish my voice could ring in the ears of many
I wish to be someone
anyone that isn't me
I no longer wish to be dim shadow lurking behind everyone silently
I wish to be a loud spontaneous light
exploding in front of everyone
like a firework
who's embers never fall back down
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
I found myself, lying hoplessly on the couch
Waiting for you to come back in
Don't you see
If you leave
Who will be my only friend?
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Monday is still asleep,
Tuesday tries to wake him gently,
when she can.
Wednesday doesn't know what to think,
he's very emotional.
Thursday councils him to no avail.
Friday is quite a handful,
but a cute one,
for she is the baby.
Saturday tries to be a "good boy"
yet he doesn't even know what that is.
Sunday, well, she is a stay at home mom,
that lost her husband to a war way back when. She prays day and night that
her children will have good lives,
but she does not believe it is possible.
January is the oldest of the months,
though he doesn't really care.
February is a hoplessly lost romantic.
March is lucky, but far too realistic for her taste. April dances across the lawn
in the rain
and smiles all the time,
even when she is not happy in the slightest.
May is haughty and he doesn't get it.
June sings songs outside of July's window,
he is trying to win her heart.
August, the loner,
does well in school and carries a million issues. September secretly loves him,
but is too shy to say.
October the prankster pranks us all
but never gets into trouble.
November is thankful
for the tears and laughs alike
but not for himself.
As for myself,
I am December,
they say I am low-key with a heart of gold,
but I think not.
In a way we are a family
and we mean the world to each other.
Though we do not share the blood,
we fight,
we cry,
we bleed,
we tear each other apart
when the moment feels right.
One day people will know
just who we are, but for now,
I guess this is as good as it gets.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I am hopeless for you
Hoplessly in love, so much
Don't leave me alone please
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I walk down a foggy corridor where I find a door
Light beams shine through its slits piercing the air
I reach for the door and great darkness seeps into the air
As I walk hoplessly in the endless night
A dim sliver of warm sunlight finds my hand
Walking towards it, this dim light shines brighter in the dark than all the stars in the sky
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Picked up the shreds of my dignity
and pulled myself together one last time.
I scraped up the last slivers of hope and pinned them all on you.
Hoplessly Iost, I belived in you.
Only I traded them all in for this last betrayal.
Now there's nothing left
but my mind to drive me even deeper into crazy.
What's worse is,
there was no 'sorry' to ***** up my wounded pride.
Only a desolate lanscape where answers should have been.
I strain to squeeze out the slightest hope.
Welcome to my devastation
its all I have left.
As you aptly said:
"If you're not first, you're last! "
Enjoy the show...
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
The sunshine and storm
are the package he came with.
I felt in love
hoplessly and unconciously with him.
Because of him
I unwillingly tasted
the true heart break
and the sorrow of falling in love, being in love and falling out of love.
My first love, him.
Now i'm scared of falling in love...
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
i hoplessly, endlessly wonder why. everything is lost, a somber toss of peace into the fray. No light of day to guide me down the wondering paths that once lead us, fed us on dreams and aspirations. when it happens, it happens fast. winds change. tides turn. yet, as if in a fit of unconscious reverie , my pen continues to flow. a constant stream of thought. endlessly slipping truths wrapped in lies, endless lies wrapped in crisp undeniable truth. broken thoughts .... good intentions .... half lives lived untill they fade to black.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
If you shatter me you could see right threw me.
If you cared to look, you would find
The decay of my heart manifesting on the floor.
If you cared to look you would see my hands,
Drawn thin and white knuckled
Grasping
Grasping for you
---
A nest of small tinder laying in a blackened pit,
Surrounded by large blocky logs
A small spark-
So small even the tinder barely feels it,
Prods itself deep into the nest.
It grows it's own angry roots,
It flickers them up the pile,
It consumes the nest in its
Small chance of survival.
It is overbearing.
So let me dash the fire with my fist-
Inhale the aroma of a chance-
Burn myself upon my hope.
---
A lost boy wanders in the woods,
Hoplessly lost without a clue what to do
He wanders eternally.
---
A young woman is curled upon her run down sofa,
Numbly wondering why his name can't get out of her head
She likes him
A lot
She just can't bring herself to spark a fire
She won't call his name
She closed herself off...
Again
-
A young man sits dumbfounded on the floor in the center of his room.
He can't understand why,
Why she won't feel the same
His passion is tender and transparent and his hope is ever-grasping
His soul is lost without guidance
His heart is lost without love.
-
So why must our love be broken my sweet...
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Hoplessly waiting
Carelessly flaunting
All i want to do is feel something
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
These are the days im gonna miss
All these late night phone calls
Just because i couldn't stop thinking of you
All these long texts trying to explain my feelings
All these emotions racing through my brain
Trying to find someone to numb the pain
Failing hoplessly
But still having enough in me to get back up
Yeah these are the days we are gonna miss
When we are old and sitting alone reminiscing
These are the days we are gonna come to
All these long texts
phone call
Pains
Gains
Fail
Victories
All of them
Im gonna miss them
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
My heart never so open
To breaking
My soul never so ready
For the taking
I am hoplessly fallen
Given to madness
Sickly in love
Dreaming
Dreaming dreams
In my every breath
In and out
Another dream
Of you
I keep falling
As I've fallen
Through time
And logic
Only madness
Crashing through
The floor
And earth
No stopping
My descent
Fallen to these dreams
Begging for realease
Break my soul
And take my heart
My life
My love
My inspiration
All yours
For the talking
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
Its raining hard outside
And I should slow down
The roads are wet and dangerous
But I'm already a wreck inside
And I'm madly desperate to reach you
It's cold out there in the dark
And it's raining from my eyes
It's flowing like a river
And its already begun to flood
I'm drowning in ever moment
I'm breathing it in with every breath
And I'm just dying to tell you...
I'm just dying to say it...
And I can't...
I want to end every message with it...
I want to start and end every poem with it...
Write it on every leter of every line and all the space inbetween...
Stuff it in every sound of every word...
But I'm hoplessly afraid of it...
It is living and singing and dancing in my heart
And it has made all things beautiful
And I don't know what to do with it
And I don't know how to handle it
All I can do is watch and listen
As it repeats the same
Three words
Over and over again
And I try to repeat along
But nothing comes out
Accept the ache
And pain of it
That beautiful hurt
Right before my
Heart breaks
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
hands thrown up in
an affirming hallelujah--
hundredth devil syndrome
of idle no time.
a single syncopating harp string--
hoplessly blurring a romantic's
note.
cases of curiosity, the casualties
of morbid fascination on
display.
poetic admission fee: no one
shows if no one sees.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC