"niall" poems
Am I asleep, am I awake?
When I saw you, I felt something so special
And all those daydreams where I pictured you
I've never felt like this before
Cause lately I've been dreaming about you a lot
Truly, Madly, Deeply I am falling for you
I'm not sure about what makes you so beautiful
But I know it's gotta be you
For you got that one thing within you
I wish we could stay up all night
So we can dance the best song ever
For me everything you do is magic
How I wish you were my last first kiss
Every time I see you my tongue gets tied
Cause you are so irresistible
I know that we've only met
But can we pretend it's love?
I wish you could be my summer love
Cause nobody compares to you
In the way you stole my heart
I may not be tall as Harry Styles
I may no possess Louis Tomlinson's angelic voice
I may never be as cool as Liam Payne
Or as cute as Niall Horan
I may not even wear my fedora as Zayn Malik does
I know that I am no part of One Direction and I never will be
But one thing's for sure, you are my one direction
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
I see you sad and it tears my world apart,
On stage when you are performing,
The joy in your eyes dominant,
One thing can influence everything.
When management turned down your mic on stage,
Your world turned sour but mine started crumbling into little pieces,
You are My Life, My World,My Heart belongs to you,
To see you sad kills me inside,
Especially that Harry had to go over and comfort you,
I was furious with management,
I could've killed the person that hurt you and made you sad,
Call me overprotective,
You don't even know me and probably never will,
Yet I will lay my life down on the line for you any day,
I love you and will alwaysstand by your side,
Niall Horan.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
A beautiful voice,
for a beautiful boy,
who plays with a beautiful band.
A beautiful Choice,
caused a beautiful joy
that made a beautiful band.
A beautiful Song,
with beautiful lyrics,
that makes the beautiful boy smile,
so threw the hate on that beautiful boy,
he decided to stay awhile.
Now, four years later,
that beautiful boy still smiles,
Though he has been threw it all,
he still is a beautiful Niall.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Like your famous guitar my heart you strum,
Will I ever be with my dearest?
The beat of my heart the same as your drum,
This summer is when you will be nearest.
The notes you play is what angels would say,
Your hands intertwined with mine tis divine,
Underneath the moonlight sky we would lay,
Your love is as sweet as cherry wine.
You share your love with as many as you can,
Your heart is as big as the burning sun,
In my eyes you will always be my man,
Every time we're together there is fun.
You are like my knight in shining armor,
Everyday I'm glad I have this honor.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
We all piled out of the pub
****** as a load of newts;
'Where to now boys?'
Bellowed naughty Niall O 'Neill
(that's notorious nineteen pints a night Niall)
As he tottered over to his Pa's Rolls Royce.
*'Do ye think ye should be driving
With that record-breakin' skinful
I just seen you put away?'*
Enquired serious Sean slurringly
From his slightly inconvenient
Viewpoint in the beery gutter.
So we all clambered gaily into the car
And roared off into the enchanted night
And then this ****** stupid clodhopper
Who didn't even have his driving licence yet
Came round the next corner in his Ford
And got sent to Kingdom-sodding-Come.
*'Oh **** would ye just look at the mess
The oul' fella's made of me Daddy's car,
And it's his pride and joy so it is!'*
Cried Niall O'Neill in incandescent rage,
As he surveyed the largest insurance claim
In the County Wicklow for twenty years.
How fortunate Father Tucker and Garda Sergeant O'Toole
Could both testify from their vantage point
In the front seat of the devastated Roller,
The accident was not Niall's fault at all, at all,
As the other stupid sober ****** was on
The wrong side of the ****** street.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Dear Mr. Styles,
To some you are just a member of a UK boy band
but to me you are so much more
Your voice has put together pieces of my heart
and brought my soul back to life
Your personality has given me courage
to treat myself with respect
The way you carry yourself has inspired me to be strong without being prideful
Your sense of humor has caused me to laugh through tears
The things you say during interviews are so random
It's the way you make me feel good about being different
that makes me proud to be a part of the One Direction fandom
You have taught me to not be ashamed to want to be with a decent man
whenever I was feeling down you, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis
were all there to hold my hand
It's because of you I have learned to stand up for myself
and not take **** from anybody
You have done more than just make music
you have reminded me that I am somebody who can do amazing things in this life
Thank you for always staying grounded
and not allowing fame to turn you into an *******
Happy 22nd Birthday
You are loved immensely
(Every woman has a celebrity crush who makes her feel great about herself. Mine is Harry Styles.)
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
I love your hair when you've just woken up.
I love your tired voice.
I love when you're kissing me and we start laughing.
I love the way just touching you skin to skin makes me feel home.
I love the faces you make in photos.
I love how many different shades of green your eyes are.
I love how you can never stay awake through a movie, but you'll say you're paying attention if I ask.
I love that you throw things when you're frustrated, cause it means you let it out and don't let it hurt you inside. Broken things can be fixed. Broken people are much harder to resolve.
I love when you sing along to your favorite songs and send me videos.
I love your writing.
I love that when you're drunk, all you want is me.
I love that when I kiss you it feels like we can't live without each other.
I love how truly, truly kind you are.
I love your colorful swear words.
I love taking care of you.
I love how you are always there for me.
I love holding your hand.
I love your integrity and how much you want to reach your goals.
I love your courage. You're so brave, and I don't even know if you realize.
I love that I always know when you're done sneezing, cause you only say "choo!" on the very last one.
I love that we say good night every night.
I love staying in bed with you ALL day.
I love when you make your inner monologue outer and I can hear all your beautiful, funny, brilliant thoughts.
I love that you don't let anyone treat you badly.
I love how much you love your dog.
I love your hands.
I love the way your neck smells.
I love falling asleep in your arms.
I love all the accents you do.
I love that curl that always goes inside out.
I love that you can make me laugh until I cry.
I love how much I want you, all the time.
I love that you have a cardboard cutout of that guy (Niall, as you told me vehemently) from one direction.
I love planning a life with you, and laughing and joking about naming our kids odd things, but knowing that underneath we are really going to have a life together.
I love that the only tears I ever shed over you are tears of love, laughter, and joy.
I love that you kept the rose I gave you on our first date.
I love how much I trust you.
I love that you love all the things about me I was worried nobody would ever love.
I love that you want to talk to me all the time the same way I want to talk to you all the time...
But most of all
I just love you. Always.
Valentines Day 2016
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Has it tip toed into your life yet?
A little dream that was me?
Did it kiss you on the forehead?
And push you out to sea?
Just a dream, a second,
Dream at a glance,
I don’t want to be forgotten
And lost in the choppy sea.
Have you breathed your soft whisper?
The ear it fell upon was me,
It kissed my cheek ever softly,
Before I foolishly set it free,
But I hold it for a second,
I caught at least a glance,
I wont let you be forgotten
As dreams upon a stormy sea.
Niall Best--- 9/1/11
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
Thomas Haji, Son of Christ, Thomas,
Thomas, Thomas, German History.
France, businesses, many parks, gyms
and Caliph rocks, but the king's problem.
That's why he understood the Mexican
law, the permanent seat of the veil.
Doctors from around the world, in English,
communicate time, talk to themselves
and save time. Equestrian cycling
saves the golden world, and mentioning
time cannot be a slower star in this world hotel.
In Spain, parents and parents open at any time.
I was ready to go to the future - in the store,
but the bad people were blocked. Apart from flat volcanoes,
Western Post security - 50% faster than the first model.
"Australian marriage and women's joy - women
and three times in American universities,
coin olijiyila, Canadian, Canadian
Hamemeni soldiers of John,
Thomas & Christina,
Thomas half an hour, dogs,
three groups of three questions
O seven masters of the year of No matter what,
Nail's long life in your heart you can be you,
worldwide, with many deities
and great debts and knowledge, and Thomas,
Thomas, Thomas, father of German history;
Cathy's Autumn Nun Avatar
of the German historical expert Astana,
Thomas, family, Robert Plant,
Virginia, Mexico, Venice, Douglas, English,
cooperation, Thomas, Thomas, Thomas,
German, Thomas Thomas, Thomas,
Germany and sorrow, and many gardens,
the linear, linear scanner
of Lee Leeson, King of the Jmnazyumn,
Nninnaneyulla Mountain, have English,
communications, communications and so on.
In the northwestern restaurant,
a great future for Spain's parents, and their parents;
but the evil people were arrested.
On the other hand, an explosion
occurred in 50% of West Bengal. Five-Year Test of
"Canadian Universities and Canada
and Christina, Christina and Ian,
the original German band and Hamad Hamid
won seven more times, morning three times in Sindh Math, b
ut Niall Mexico, French martial arts used
antivirraminic, malaria, Major Trusasia,
his favorites and awards, German history,
storytelling, forestry, health, food, Virginia, Mexico and the world,
Douglas English Brother, Mary Thomas,
Robert's Regional and Christian World Food Zones,
ti.vimans, heamas, Thomas, Germany, history,
France, with some of the parks, the walls
and in-house corporate king, issue, Mexico
on where Belenelea, Spain, is open to parents,
I am willing to midnight, Ayillan, in the future,
50% or more, English and ash,
"Australian cheap wedding [a]rson, interesting,
free n download and nirm'mik kappettatumaya
buildings. American women have three universities,
dogs, Argyle, dogs and Canadian Jean,
German mast Christina; Thomas, and three times many times
suffering from malaria, global leaders,
Astana Vartholt Goutier's Nile, a Valentine brigade,
military history, French year of disagreement,
French Teva's Camp in Mexico, Triangle, Triangle,
Robert, Dear, King, Virginia, Mexico, England, Working,
Mary Cola's Book, Poet, World Cooked Food, Worldwide
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
A rock . . .
well really the brow of a rock . . .
its heart lay deep and hidden,
but when I lay my cheek against it
in the heat of the summer it cooled
and I could feel the great primeval thump of its heart
comforting me, when nothing else was understood.
I clutched this great rock,
my only constant in a life of changes,
while the earth itself, with me holding on tight,
flew at increasingly careless speeds
throughout my teenage years.
Beneath the arched viaduct it squatted
uncomplaining of the shafts of steel
and the weight of the stone it carried;
my teenage weight, of little importance.
It was always there when I came,
in dream, or even reality
taking the time to be calm and listen
as I told it of my hurts and young confusions.
One Summer, I foreswore all others
and promised it my heart,
if it would only turn it to stone,
and though the Rock it listened,
I knew the answer without us having to speak;
I was being selfish
and it would have given all of its
great and brooding strength
to feel, just a little, of my pain.
©Copyright Niall OConnor 2012/2014
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
When I say I study English words,
I get ‘isn’t that the language you learnt first?’
But trying to put forth thoughts from my brain
is like trying to explain the way light travels in particles
and waves.
The way it cut through the rain like some god’s rays.
I’d like some way to say I was elevated to elation with little to no explanation,
but it seems such a wasted aspiration.
I’m learning what words are worth and I’m lost searching for verses.
Abused and overused trying to convey ‘truth’,
it’s so easy for words to sound absurd with everything uttered so easily misconstrued
semantics are what create and what ruin you.
So much lost from synapse to typing,
from trying intangible angles of experiencing in writing.
Don’t relax your syntax,
it’s a flexible lexicon but you’ve got to know what you’re trying to show
or just live in hope.
Frustrated sitting in time and space wasted,
unable to find some words that relate
to this random spate
of brain activity,
then successive impressions longing to escape expressive oppression.
There’s nothing like reading a piece that leaves a lingering feeling,
something you’d been fleeing but found relief in this peace of mind
that someone, somewhere is articulating lived sensations with words
you could never seem to find.
I try to right things, when it comes to writing.
It stresses me and tests me trying to express freely,
until I’m convinced I don’t care and never wanted anything from this anyway.
And then a star fades in
and my panic starts waning
because there’s someone out there to whom it’s relating;
or the friend I never thought was reading
says it gave them a feeling and
somehow meaning
was found.
So I think what I’m trying to say is words are worthless
but sometimes they work and that’s worth it.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
There's a song
I can't listen to it now
It was my favorite
I remember
That night
I heard you sing it
I looked at you
And at that moment
I realized I was in love with you
That same night you told me
You loved me
And now....
You left yesterday
You told me sorry so many times
You feel bad
But don't
But yesterday...
I was crying
I calmed down a little after
That's when I saw the stuffed animal
you gave me
For Valentine's Day
And I started crying again
I was listening to music
Trying to go to sleep
That song
This town-Niall Horan
Started to play
I burst out crying
Music has always been a part of me
But now
I can't listen to it
Cuz every song
Reminded me of you
And it hurts to know
your not mine
I hate the thought
Of you with someone else
It makes me want to **** myself
just knowing
I may not ever be yours again
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
I see her walking by
Amongst the crowd she walks
Clutching her schoolbooks in her arms
The whole world glistens in her eyes
No one sees her in the bustling halls
No one notices her , no one at all
Every day , no one at all
Except me
Head down, I pass life by
A dark stranger in a world of light
Schoolbooks kept close to my chest
Shielding my mind from the loud universe
I'm just another blank canvas,
In this town of Van Goghs.
Take no heed of where my footsteps follow
I can't trust my own **** self
I'm about to pass her
My heart thumps
My blood pumps
I wish this would last forever
But yet it hurts
Because I can never have her
From the inside the feeling burns
But I still love her
Sinking further into this dark hole
Like the life's draining out of me
Whispers of screams circle my brain
I wish this was just a dream
It aches, oh how it kills me
I can never live a normal joyful life
The familiar emptiness within me whistles a frozen tune
Unloved. Unwanted.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC